The nameโs Sinclair. Zoe Sinclair, P.I. My stomping grounds are the neon-lit streets of Las Vegas, where anything can happen. And believe me, in my half century here, Iโve seen plenty. Now might be a good time to mention that Iโm a 150-year-old mage, though I donโt look a day over thirty. Anyway, like I said, Iโve tackled all sorts of weird cases here in Sin Cityโฆbut this latest one? Itโs a doozy. See, the Fates need my help. It seems those three wacky gals have been booted from their lofty station, and the only way they can be reinstated is to live among mere mortals for awhileโand get hold of an important piece of magical merchandise thatโs gone missing. They hitched a ride here from L.A. with a regular guyโbut thereโs nothing โaverageโ about this Joe. Heโs got the most gorgeous blue eyes Iโve ever seen. Heโs also got magical powers heโs been denying all his lifeโฆone of which appears to be wrapping me around his little finger. Not that this could possibly go anywhere, considering my track record. So here I am, knee-deep in an otherworldly adventure with three crazy Fates and the man of my dreams. Something tells me this case is far from closedโฆ
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