“Fair enough. But there are some kinds of old hoodoo that even civilians can do if they learn the right spells and make the right sacrifices. Which is the problem. They didn’t grow up around real magic and they don’t understand the power they’re playing with.”
Vidocq says, “Plus, much of the most common old magic is Baleful. That’s what Father Traven used.”
“What’s Baleful magic?” says Candy.
“It’s what Sub Rosas call black magic,” I say.
Vidocq says, “The Sub Rosa believe in four systems of magic. The Aethereal, which describes psychic abilities, scrying, telekinesis, and the like.”
“In other words, standing-there magic,” I say.
“There’s Corporeal magic. Physical magic.”
“Touchy-feely magic.”
“Magic with the hands,” says Vidocq. “Potions. Healing. Charm making. The reading of objects. And there’s Baleful.”
“Which is the most popular. Especially with kids. That’s why even owning most of the old Baleful books is illegal and Traven has piles of them.”
“What’s the fourth kind of magic?” asks Candy.
Vidocq says, “Theoretical magic.”
“What’s theoretical?”
“God,” I say. “The angels. The stuff that holds the universe together and makes it run. It might not even be magic the way we understand it. That’s why it’s theoretical.”
Candy punches me lightly on the arm.
“Why don’t you tell me these things?”
“I don’t think about them. Why should I bug you? If you want to know more, talk to the Frenchman or borrow one of his books.”
Vidocq makes a small bow, his mouth full of chicken. He swallows and says, “I’d be honored to loan you one or two.”
“Just history. Nothing practical,” I say.
Allegra laughs like she just got something over on her little sister.
“You can learn some magic after you learn to shoot,” I say.
“Thanks, Daddy. You going to get me that two-wheeler for my birthday?”
“For that, I thought I’d teach you how to steal cars.”
“I’m glad to see that this relationship is keeping you both out of trouble,” says Allegra.
Candy puts her hand on Allegra’s arm.
“Did he tell you where he’s crashing?”
“Later. I’ll tell her about it myself.”
“Lucifer’s private suite in the Chateau Marmont,” Candy says.
Allegra looks at her food, moving it around the container with her chopsticks.
“You two must still be tight if he’s loaning you his apartment.”