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Welcome to P.U.P.I.—Private, Unaffiliated, Paranormal Investigations

A handpicked team trained to solve crimes the regular police can't touch—crimes of magic.

My name's Bonnie Torres. Recent college grad, magic user and severely unemployed. Until I got a call out of nowhere to interview for a job I hadn't applied for. It smelled fishy, but the brutal truth was I needed the work—so off I went.

Two days later I'm a PUPI—me and Nick, Sharon, Nifty and Pietr. Five twentysomethings, thrown into an entirely new career in forensic magic.

The first job we get is a doozy: proving that the deaths of two Talents were murder, not suicide. Worse, there are high-profile people who want us to close up shop and go away. We're sniffing out things they'd rather keep buried.

Looks as if this job is gonna get interesting. The only problem is, we're making it up as we go along….

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Spinning off a minor character from the Retrievers books (Staying Dead, etc.), Gilman launches an entertaining new series set in her Cosa Nostradamus world of magic-using Talented humans. Following up on a mysterious job lead, college grad Bonita Torres joins the Private Unaffiliated Paranormal Investigations (PUPI), a freelance CSI-style unit for Talent-related crimes. The “puppies” refine and practice spells until they get their first big case: an apparent double suicide. As they follow the evidence, trail and interrogate suspects, and defend themselves against attacks, the investigators develop comfortable and engaging team dynamics and create the field of forensic magic. Gilman's deft plotting and first-class characters complement her agile blend of science and spell craft, and readers will love the Mythbusters-style fun of smart, sassy people solving mysteries through experimentation, failure, and blowing stuff up. (May)
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Laura Anne Gilman is the author of the popular Cosa Nostradamus books for Luna (the “Retrievers” and “Paranormal Scene Investigations” urban fantasy series), and the Nebula award-nominated The Vineart War trilogy from Pocket, as well as the YA trilogy GRAIL QUEST for Harper. Her first story collection is DRAGON VIRUS and she continues to write and sell short fiction in a variety of genres. Follow her at @LAGilman or www.lauraannegilman.net
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The dream was back. It always came back when I was stressed.

The site was deserted; I sneaked through the fence and into the house. Lucky for me the alarms hadn't been turned on yet.

As usual, my brain was telling me that it was only a memory; that I already knew what I would find, that it was okay for my heart to stop pounding so fast, but the dream was in control.

The door called to me. I could feel it, practically singing in the rain-filled dusk. My flashlight skittered across the floor, allowing me to pick my way around piles of trash and debris. No tools left out; the carpenter's daughter approved.

"Hello, beauty," I said to the door. Or maybe to the woman in the door: in the darkness, in the beam of light, she was nakedly apparent now, a sweet-eyed woman who gazed out into the bare bones of the room with approval and fondness.

Even now, the beauty of Zaki's work astounded me, and I mourned again for that loss.

"Who are you, then? That's the key to all this. Who are you?"

The door, not too surprisingly, didn't answer. But I knew how to make it talk.

Or I thought I did, anyway.

It was all instinct, but J had always told me that instinct was the way most new things were discovered—instinct and panic.

I held my hand over the door the way I had with the tools, carefully not making physical contact with it, and touched just the lightest levels of current, like alto bells sounding in the distance.

The woman's hair stirred in a breeze, and her face seemed softer, rounder, then she disappeared behind the leaves again.

I hated her, this woman I'd never known, never met. Hated her for being the reason my father was dead.

Zaki really had been an artist, the bastard. I could feel him in the work. But I didn't know, yet, what he had been feeling.

*evidence doesn't lie*

Shut up, I told the voice. I'm working.

I touched a deeper level of current, bringing it out with a firm hand and splaying it gently across the door so that it landed easily, smoothly.

Oh, how I love her, such a bad woman, such a wrong woman, and I cannot have her, but I will show her my love….

Zaki, melancholy and impassioned, his hand steady on the chisel, his eyes on the wood, sensing even through his distraction how to chip here, cut there, to make the most of the grain. He was concentrating, thinking of his object of affection, the muse who inspired him. So focused, the way all Talent learned to be, that he never saw the man coming up behind him, the man who had already seen the work in progress, and recognized, the way a man might, the face growing out of the wood.

I knew what was about to happen, in my dream-mind, and tensed against the memory.

The blow was sudden and sharp, and the vision faded.

No, I told my current. More.

It surged, searched, and found…nothing No emotions from the killer. No residue of his actions. It had been too long, or he had been too good, too quick. Or I needed to be better, sharper.

You were a kid, I wanted to tell my then-self. You did what you could, and you did as well as you could. But you can't talk back to memories, only relive them.

"Damn it." My flashlight's beam dropped off the door; I was unwilling to look at theflace of the woman who had cost my flather his life.

*there is always evidence*

The voice was back. And probably right. I let the beam play on the floor, unsure what I was looking flor. Scan, step, scan. I repeated the process all the way up to the door, then turned around and looked the way I had come.

"There."

On the floor, about two fleet away. A spot where the hardwood floor shone differently. That meant that it had been refinished more recently than the rest ofl the floor, or been treated somehow.…Zaki would have known. All I knew was that it was a clue.

I touched it with current, as lightly as I could. Something warned me that a gentle touch would reveal more than demanding ever would.

"The killer's actions, I beg you wood, reveal."

J's influence: treat current the way you would a horse; control it through its natural instincts. Current, like electricity, illuminated.

A dent in the floor, sanded down and covered up. The point ofl a chisel stained with blood? No. The harder end, sticking out ofl a body as it landed, flalling backward…

Oh, Zaki, you idiot was all I could flind inside myselfflollowing the arc of the body. For a woman? For another man's woman when you had Claire at home?

And then I saw it, the shadow figure ofl the killer, indistinct even in his own mind—shading himselfl.That meant the killer was a Talent, if ofl even less skill than Zaki. Had that been a flactor? The man—the foreman, I knew now—jealous not only ofl the carpenter's attraction to his wife, but ofl his skill to display it, driven to murder?

The chisel was removed, wiped down, and…

I still flinched, even years and dreams later.

The blood alone flared bright in the pictorial, a shine of wet rubies in the shadows as the foreman dipped the chisel into a cloth still damp with the blood, laying the trace for me to find, a week later.

Find, and be unable to do anything about, save live with the knowledge that my father had been murdered, and the murderer still walked, unpunished….

I woke up, and the still-powerful sadness of dream faded, although it never really went away. Zaki had been dead for three years, though, and I'd learned to live with it. My depressing reality was more immediate: three months out of college, and I still didn't have a job.

I thought about putting the feather pillow over my face until I turned a proper shade of blue and suffocated. Even knowing that it was the overblown act of a spoiled five-year-old didn't stop me from contemplating it, running through scenarios of who would find me and what they might say or think or do. Eventually, though, I shoved the pillow to the side and stared glumly up at the ceiling.

No, I wasn't quite that desperate. But it was close.

Nobody wanted to hire me. It wasn't that I didn't have brains. Or enthusiasm. Or dedication, for that matter. I just…didn't know what to do with any of what I had. I guess that was showing up in my interviews, because nobody was saying "welcome aboard."

Something had to break soon, or I was looking at a short-term career goal of flipping burgers or, if I was lucky, pulling beers at a semidecent pickup bar.

"Oh, the hell with that." I got out of bed and stripped down my sweat-soaked T-shirt and panties, replacing them with my sweat-dried gym clothes, fresh socks, and my sneakers, and headed down to the hotel's gym. The only way to interrupt a self-pity party was with a good hard run.

I got back to my room, feeling only a little bit better, just in time to take possession of my breakfast order. I let the room-service guy in and tipped him, the door barely closing behind his back when the phone rang. I dropped the receipt on the table and picked up the phone, telling myself not to make any assumptions or unfounded leaps of hope. This early, though, it might be good news. Did people really call at 9:00 a.m. with bad news? Didn't they put that off as long as possible?

"Bonita Torres."

"Ms. Torres? This is Sally Marin, at Homefront Services."

I could tell by the sound of her voice that the news wasn't going to be good. Damn. Deep breathing is supposed to be good for panic, wasn't it? I took a breath, held it, and then let it out. Nope, didn't help.

I shifted the phone to the other ear, and tried to relax my shoulders, kicking off my sneakers and peeling off my socks. There was no reason to panic. My checkbook was still decently in the black, I wasn't in debt, if you could ignore a credit card or three coming due at the end of the month, and I had a degree from a top school packed with all my belongings in storage while I lounged around in a swank little suite on the Upper East side of Manhattan on a lovely, not-too-hot summer day.

Life could be worse, right?

Life could be a hell of a lot worse. I knew that firsthand. I took another deep breath and stared at my feet—I'd painted the toenails dark blue, to keep myself from thinking about the demure pale pink that was on my fingernails—and wiggled them. Yeah, things could be worse. But they could be shitloads better, too.

The brutal truth of the matter was that I needed a job, and not a minimum-wage one, either. Joseph kept telling me to relax, that I'd find something, but much as I love J, and he loves me, I couldn't mooch off him for the rest of my life, letting him pay for this hotel, my food, and my clothing. Sure, he had money but that wasn't the point. Comes a time, you've got to do for yourself, or self-esteem, what's that?

The problem was, J's been doing for me for so long, I think we've both forgotten how for him not to. Not that he spoiled me or anything, just…He's always taken care of me. Ever since I was eight years old, and an instinctive cry for help had literally pulled him off the street and into my life.

The dream came back to me, and I shoved it away. My dad, rest his soul, always meant well, and I'd never had a moment's doubt that he loved me, but Zaki Torres had been a crap parental figure, and his decisions weren't always the best even for himself, much less me. J had taken one look that day, and arranged to become mentor to that mouthy, opinionated eight-year-old. He taught me everything I needed to know and a bunch of stuff he figured I'd want to know, and then, ten years later, had the grace and wisdom to let me go.

Not that I went far—just off to college for four years. But even then, J was there, the comforting shadow and sounding board at my elbow, not to mention the tuition check in the mail. Now that phase was over, and it was time to be an adult.

Somehow.

And that was why I was starting to panic.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Torres," the woman on the other end of the phone line was saying. "Your résumé was quite good, of course, but…"

I kinda tuned her out at that point. It was the same thing everyone had been saying for the past three months. I'm smart, I'm well educated—the aforementioned four years at Amherst will do that—and I'm a hard worker. All my references were heavy on that point. I've never shied away from a challenge.

Only these days, nobody wanted to hire someone with a liberal-arts degree and minimal tech skills, no matter how dedicated they might be.

It wasn't my fault, not really. I know how to use computers and all that. It's just that I can't. Or, I can, but it doesn't always end well.

I'm a Talent, which is the politically correct way of saying magic user. Magician. Witch. Whatever. Using current—the magical energy that floats around the world—is as natural to me as hailing a cab is to New Yorkers. Only problem is, current runs in the same time-space whatever as electricity, and like two cats in the same household, they don't always get along. They're pretty evenly balanced in terms of power and availability, but current's got the added kick of people dipping in and out, which makes it less predictable, more volatile. Which means a Talent…well, let's just say that most of us don't carry cell phones or PDAs on our person, or work with any delicate or highly calibrated technology.

I'm actually better than most—for some reason my current tends to run cool, not hot, meaning I don't have as many spikes in my—hypothetical—graph. Nobody's been able to explain it, except to say I'm just naturally laid-back. I guess it's because of that I've never killed a landline, or any of the basic household appliances just by proximity the way most Talent do, but there's always the risk.

Especially when we're under stress. You learn to work around it, and I wouldn't give up what I am, not for anything, but sometimes current is less a gift and more a righteous pain in the patoot. Especially when you're trying to find a job in the Null world.

Ms. Marin had finished making apologies, finally.

"Yes, thank you. I do appreciate your taking the time to speak with me." J taught me manners, too. I hung up the phone, and stared at my toes again. The sweat of my treadmill workout seemed far away, and the dream-sweat closer to my skin, somehow.

Damn it. I had really hoped something would come out of that interview. Something good, I meant.

Lacking any other idea or direction, I wandered over to the desk, where a pile of résumés, a notepad, and my breakfast—a three-egg omelet with hash browns and ketchup—waited for me to get my act together. There were still half a dozen places I needed to call, to follow up on applications and first interviews. I sat in the chair and stared at the notepad, with its neatly printed list—the result of ten weeks of intensive job-hunting—and felt a headache starting to creep up on me. At this rate, I really was going to be begging for temp jobs or—god help me—going back to retail. My life's ambition, not really. I might not know what I wanted to do, but I knew what I didn't want.

I forked up a bit of the omelet and took a bite, less because I was hungry and more because it was there. Other Talent found their niche, why couldn't I? All right, so a lot of them became artists, or lawyers, or ran their own companies, where their weirdness wasn't noticed, or was overlooked. None of that really interested me, even if I'd had an inch of artistic or entrepreneurial talent, which I didn't. Academia maybe, but the truth was that while I loved learning, school mostly bored me.

Me bored was a bad idea. When I was bored I did things like create a spell that would burn out selected letters in neon signs all over town, until it looked as though there was a conspiracy against the letters Y and N. Listening to people's crackpot theories about what had really happened for the rest of the week had been fun, but…

But I needed something to do.

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  • Posted March 29, 2010

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    An entertaining magical whodunit.

    Recent college graduate Bonnie Torres joins New York-based Private, Unaffiliated, Private Investigators (PUPIs) a forensic magic investigative firm. She and the other PUPIs practice magical spell-casting as they prepare for their first field case.

    The Chicago police ruled that septuagenarian Charles and Patty Reyboern committed vehicular suicide. Their daughter Rose rejects the official determination of the causes of her parents' deaths as each was healthy, financially secure and liked one another; no motive appears for their killing themselves. She hires PUPIs as she refuses to accept what the cops concluded. Although not ready, the inquiry is assigned to Bonnie and her team. They follow clues some of a magical variety while interviewing friends and family of the deceased. Soon they begin to agree with their client that murder made to look like suicide occurred. As they interrogate suspects, someone uses magic to take out the team, but Bonnie and company survive the spell-casting assaults.

    Laura Anne Gilman explains Bonnie was a bit player in the Retrievers saga when she got a starring role in the anthology Unusual Suspects (see Illumination); Hard Magic is her first lead in a novel. She proves capable as the heroine holds the exciting private investigator urban fantasy together. Fast-paced, readers will enjoy the return to the world of the Cosa Nostradamus starring a naïve rookie (total opposite of the Retriever veterans) whose investigation makes for an entertaining magical whodunit.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted September 14, 2011

    great new series

    I really have liked this series. Love how all the characters interact. Their is still a lot we dont know about them. Slowly builds what you know what you want to know.
    Bonnie has just graduated from collage. She is living in a hotel that her mentor is paying for her. Trying to find a job but no one hires her. Her resume looks good and she gets lots of call backs but because she can not use technolgy she doesn't get hired.
    Then one day she gets a message on her answering machine from a business she did not apply for a job, time of her interview and address. She is curious so goes and finds a group of people waiting to be interviewed for a job just like her at same time. after a half hour no one comes into the office they get curious and knock on inner door and look in and find a dead body.
    They don't rush to call cops but infact go closer to the body making sure he is dead. They all look around and keep noticing facts asking questions and answering them. Then the dead body gets up and tells them they are all hired.
    After they all recover they find out about P.U.P.I. A company that looks into things that talents are doing not for councel but for truth and holding people accountable for their actions. They are all talent. Which means they have magic gifts that they can use to help them find the facts of a case.
    They all have different skills. Bonnie is great at remembering details of things she sees.
    One is computer hacker that is a very rare skill most can't use technolgy because their power is current so destroys things. One can tell when most people lie.
    Ian and Ben are the Top Dogs who started the company because they saw a need. They spend a lot of time teaching them how to use their currents in different ways to gather evidence and find the facts. Forensic magic its never been used that way.
    Their are people that don't want the facts comming out about what they might do and try to destroy the company.
    Their first case a daughter does not believe her parents committed suicide in a car that know one knows who owns it.
    its a well arounded book. I like Laura Anne Gilman's books. I have in last 3 days read 3 of them and plan to read more in the future.

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  • Posted May 15, 2010

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    Gilman Does It Again!

    Laura Anne Gilman's HARD MAGIC is a spinoff of her Retrievers series. In this book, Bonita Torres is looking for a job right out of college and gets a job offer for something she never even applied for--PUPI (Private Unaffiliated Paranormal Investigations). PUPI does forensic magical investigations. This is still set in the Retrievers' Casa Nostradamus world, but takes a different angle. The PUPI investigators have to proceed through trial and error (and the occasional big OOPS) to solve a mystery of what looks like a double suicide--but might not be. Bonita and her four friends do all the standard investigatory things, but use spells as well. They're not quite sure what they're doing, but they're plowing ahead anyway--even if there's something, or someone, out there trying to stop them. Really excellent book, great characters and a fun read!

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