it's better that you have the soul imprisoned in an old pair of sneakers in your shop. They're only in the squirrel people until I can figure how to put their souls into a person. I wanted them saved from you and your kind."
"We're not the bad guys. Tell her, Fresh, we're not the bad guys."
"We're not the bad guys," Minty said. "Can I get some more coffee?"
"We're Death Merchants," Charlie said, but it came out much less cheerful-sounding than he'd hoped. He was very desperate for Audrey not to think of him as a bad guy. Like most Beta Males, he didn't realize that being a good guy was not necessarily an attraction to women.
"That's what I'm saying," Audrey said, "I couldn't just let you guys sell the souls like so much secondhand junk."
"That's how they find their next rebirth," Minty said.
"What?" Audrey looked at Charlie for confirmation.
Charlie nodded. "He's right. We get the souls when someone dies, and then someone buys them and they get to their next life. I've seen it happen."
"No way," Audrey said, overpouring Minty's coffee.
"Yep," Charlie said. "We can see the red glow, but not in people's bodies like you. Only in the objects. When someone who needs a soul comes in contact with the object, the glow goes out. The soul moves into them."
"I thought you'd trapped the souls between lives. You're not holding these souls prisoner?"
"Nope."
"It wasn't us after all," Minty Fresh said to Charlie. "She was the one that brought all of this on."
"What on? What?" Audrey said.
"There are Forces of Darkness - we don't know what they are," Charlie said. "What we've seen are giant ravens, and these demon-like women, we call them sewer harpies because they've come out of the storm sewers. They gain strength when they get hold of a soul vessel - and they're getting really strong. The prophecy says they are going to rise in San Francisco and darkness will cover the world."
"And they are in the sewers?" Audrey said.
Both Death Merchants nodded.
"Oh no, that's how the squirrel people get around town without being seen. I've sent them to the different stores in the City to get the souls. I must have been sending them right to these creatures. And a lot of them haven't come home. I thought they just might be lost, or wandering around. They do that. They have the potential of full human consciousness, but something is lost with time out of the body. Sometimes they can get a little goofy."
"No kidding," said Charlie. "So is that why iguana boy over there is gnawing on the light cord?"
"Ignatius, get off there! If you electrocute yourself the only place I have to put your soul is that Cornish hen I got at the Safeway. It's still frozen and I don't have any pants that will fit it." She turned to Charlie with an embarrassed smile. "The things you never think you'll hear yourself say."
"Yeah, kids, what are you gonna do?" Charlie said, trying to sound easygoing. "You know, one of your squirrel people shot me with a crossbow."
Audrey looked distraught now. Charlie wanted to comfort her. Give her a hug. Kiss her on the top of the head and tell her that everything was all right. Maybe even get her to untie him.
"They did? Crossbow, oh, that would be Mr. Shelly. He was a spy or something in a former life - had a habit of going off on his own little missions. I sent him to keep an eye on you and report back so I could figure out what you were doing. No one was supposed to get hurt. He never came home. I'm really sorry."
"Report back?" Charlie said. "They can talk?"
"Well, they don't talk," Audrey said. "But some of them can read and write. Mr. Shelly could actually type. I've been working on that. I need to get them a voice box that works. I tried one out of a talking doll, but I just ended up with a ferret in a samurai outfit that cried and kept asking if it could go play in the sandbox, it was unnerving. It's a strange process, as long as there's organic parts, stuff that was once living, they knit together, they work. Muscles and tendons make their own connections. I've been using hams for the torsos, because it gives them a lot of muscle to work with, and they smell better until the process is finished. You know, smoky. But some things