Jack Cassidy. Cases

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Jack's car stopped right in front of the old school building.— Clarissa!—he called out to the witch who had fallen asleep in the backseat of his car.—Here we are near the Blackmore School.—Fallen's headphones were playing melodic death metal, just the kind of music she loved. This put her in a half-sleep-half-trance for a long time.— Claire! Claire!— the man knocked the headphones off the witch, almost hitting her amulet, which protected the many-thousand-year-old girl from the sun.— What the hell Jack? I felt the first two hundred tremors! I have to sleep, I really need it!— she said indignantly.— We're near the Blackmore School, Claire. Get out the car, we'll unpack.— feeling the pain in his heart, the man reached into the glove compartment.There's not much of the quintessence elixir, but it should be enough for now.The main thing is, Jack Cassidy is dead. He's been dead for about fifteen years. A cross was stuck in his heart, he was killed by people who were going to rob the