There were literalmonsterscoming after him now all because he could see some stupid spirits.
Seymour knew he had to move fast.
He used his phone to navigate to the law office, parked as close as he could, and then headed inside.
The building was old, its exterior covered with ornate stone reliefs, and behind its tinted glass revolving doors was a sea of pretentious antique furniture and white marble. It was Lark, Lugosi, and Talos, the city’s oldest law firm according to its website.
And the sign outside.
And the plaque in the lobby.
Seymour didn’t want to touch anything, certain he wouldn’t even be able to afford replacing one of the fancy plastic plants in here if he knocked one over.
A closer look revealed the plants were in fact quite alive.
Of course they were.
Well, he did know a flower shop nearby.
Big bouquets, custom arrangements, and oh yeah, full ofmonsters.
“Mr. Madison?” the clerk called out to him.
“Yes! Hi.” Seymour hurried over to the desk. “Look, I’m real sorry again for showin’ up so early, but?—”
“Mr. Talos will see you. Right now.”
“Oh. Great! Thank you!” Seymour sighed in relief. “I really appreciate it.”
“Please follow me.” The clerk smiled, leading Seymour toward a massive set of elevators. Once inside, she pushed a button simply marked P1.
P for penthouse?
Pineapple?
Pickle?
A panel opened up with a keypad and a large lens that reminded Seymour of the equipment an eye doctor would have. Sure enough, the clerk learned forward to allow the lens to scan her eye.
There was a beep and only then did the elevator ascend.
“Pretty tough security,” Seymour noted.
“Oh, yes.” The clerk nodded. “Mr. Talos insists.”
“Is hetheTalos of uh, Lark and whatever and Talos?”
“Yes, sir. Are you—” The clerk narrowed her eyes as if contemplating what to say next and set on choosing her words carefully. “—friendswith the Talos family?”
“Not me personally, but maybe my father.” Seymour shrugged. “Can’t say I knew much ’bout him.”
“Well, he must have been an incredible man.” The clerk smiled warmly. “I can’t even remember the last time Mr. Talos saw a client, especially for something as simple as the reading of a will.”
Seymour forced a smile. “Oh, well, that’s real nice.”
Super.
Great.
