I thought youd locked yourself out of your car, I said, and he chuckled.
No. I would have just run the rest of the way home if I had. I wanted to ask you about a pack tattoo.
My eyebrows rose. Oh? Most Were packs had a registered tattoo, but I hadnt seen the need, and David was used to standing alone.
Seeing my reluctance, David shrugged. Its time. Serena and Kally are confident enough to be on their own in fur, and if they dont have a sign of pack recognition, someone might think theyre curs. He hesitated. Serena especially is getting cocky. And theres nothing wrong with that. She has every right, but unless she has an obvious way to show her status and affiliation, someone will challenge her.
The coffeemaker finished with a hiss. I got up, eager for the distraction. Id never given it much thought, but the tattoos that Weres decorated themselves with had a real and significant purpose. They probably prevented hundreds of skirmishes and potential injuries, allowing the multitude of packs that lived in Cincy to get along with minimal friction.
Okay, I said slowly, pouring out the coffee into his mug first. What were you thinking of? I dont want a tattoo. The damn things hurt!
Clearly pleased, David took a mug when I came back and offered it. Theyve put their heads together and came up with something with you in mind.
Images of broomsticks and crescent moons danced in my head, and I cringed.
The Were leaned forward, the pleasant scent of musk giving away his eagerness. A dandelion, but with black fluff instead of white.
Oh, cool, I thought, and seeing my reaction, David smiled with one side of his mouth. I take it thats okay, then? he asked, blowing across his coffee.
I suppose I ought to get one, too? I asked, worried.
Unless you want to be rude, he admonished gently. They put a lot of thought into it. It would mean a lot to them if you would.
A breath of guilt wafted through me, and I hid it behind a gulp of scalding coffee. I hadnt done much with Serena and Kally. Maybe we could get our tattoos together. Oh, God, Im going to be a hundred and sixty with a flower on my ass.
You, ah, said I dont have a coffee date? I said, changing the subject. What do you know that I dont?
David nodded to a scrap of paper in the middle of the table, and I pulled it closer. Jenks let me in before he headed off for his nap, he said. Matalina
His words drifted to nothing, and I looked up from Jenkss note. What about her?
Shes fine, he said, easing my worry. But she was going to bed early, and there was no need for him to stay up to man the door if I was here, so I told him to go.
I nodded and turned my attention back to the note, uneasy about Matalina, but glad that Ivy and I had broken Jenks of answering the phone without taking a message. According to the note, Marshals interview had been moved from tonight to this morning, and he wanted to know if we could get together at about three instead. Plenty of time to do something before Al started gunning for me after sundown. There was a number, and I couldnt help but smile. Below it was another number with the cryptic message JOB, and Jenkss reminder that rent was due on Thursday the first, not Friday the second or Monday the fifth.
I should get home, David said softly as he rose and took another gulp from his mug. Hat in hand, he said, Thanks for the coffee. Ill let Serena and Kally know you like their idea.
Um, David, I said, and I saw his brow crease at the sound of Ivy moving about. Do you think theyd mind if I went with them when they got their tattoos?
His sun-darkened face broke into a smile, the faint wrinkles about his eyes deepening in pleasure. I think theyd like that. Ill ask them.
Thanks, I said, and he jumped at a bumping sound from Ivys room. Youd better get going unless you want to be here when she gets up.
He was silent as his face reddened. Ill lope in to work later and check out the recent claims for possible demon damage. There wont be anyone in two days before Halloween, so I wont have to explain myself.
This isnt illegal, is it? I asked suddenly. Ive gotten you in enough trouble as it is.
Davids smile was easy and a bit devilish. No, he said, shrugging with one shoulder. But why draw attention to yourself? Dont worry about it. If someone in Cincy is summoning demons, any claims will be odd enough to be flagged for investigation. At least youll know then if its a local threat. Help you narrow your suspects.
I drew my coffee closer and slumped into the hard chair. Thanks, David. I appreciate it. If I can shut down the guy summoning Al, then I wont have to take Minias up on his offer. I didnt want a demons summoning name, especially Als. Unusable or not.
A sliver of worry slipped between my thought and reason, and I forced my smile to be light, but David saw it. Coming closer, he put a small but powerful hand on my shoulder. Well get him. Dont do anything with that demon. Promise?
I winced, and David sighed when I didnt say anything. There was a soft creak of a door opening, and David started like a deer. Ill, uh, bring Jenkss sweats back later, okay? he muttered, then grabbed his hat and almost ran for the back door, red faced, as I chuckled.
Still smiling, I stretched for the phone and brought Jenkss note with the number for the potential job closer. I wasnt going to work until after Halloween, but it would be nice to have something lined up for the first of the month. Besides, I didnt have anything else to do this afternoon but surf the Net for local demon sightings and bug Glenn for his findings.
And that, I thought as I reached for the phone, would only slow him down.
Six
The muffled thump, thump, thump of the rubber seal of the revolving door overtook the street noise and turned into the echoing sound of sporadic voices as I entered Carew Tower. It had grown warm, so Id left my coat in the car, deeming jeans and a sweater would be enough until the sun went downand Id be back in my church by then. Hoping I didnt lose my signal, I tried to catch what Marshal was saying as I held my phone to my ear and waited for my eyes to adjust to the dimmer light.
Im really sorry, Rachel, Marshal said, sounding embarrassed. They asked me to come in early when someone canceled, and it wasnt like I could say no.
No, its okay, I said, glad I was my own boss, even if my boss was an idiot sometimes. Stepping inside, I shifted out of the foot traffic and took my sunglasses off. I had an errand come up, so this might work out better anyway. You want to grab a coffee at Fountain Square? Three is good. Not breakfast, not lunch. A nice, safe hour with no expectations attached. The only thing is I have to be back on hallowed ground by sunset, I added, remembering. Ive got a demon gunning for me until I can figure out whos sending him to kill me and knock some sense into him or her.
As soon as I said it, I couldnt help but wonder if I was trying to drive him away. But Marshal laughed, quickly sobering when he realized I was serious. Uh, how are your interviews going? I asked to break the uncomfortable silence.
Ask me in a few hours. He groaned softly. Ive got two more people to meet. I havent kissed so much ass since I accidentally knocked a customer off the dock.
I chuckled, my gaze rising across the busy lobby to the signs directing people to the elevators. My smile ended with a flash of guilt, then I got mad at myself. I could laugh, damn it. Laughing was not saying I had cared for Kisten less. He had loved to make me laugh.
Maybe we should try tomorrow instead, Marshal said softly, as if he knew why I was suddenly silent.
Tucking my shades into my bag, I headed for the express elevators. I was meeting a Mr. Doemoe at the observation deck. Some people just love the cloak and dagger. Theres a coffee cart at Fountain Square, I suggested with a bitter resolve. I can do this, damn it. It was right next to a hot dog cart. Kisten had liked hot dogs. A memory hit mean image of Kisten in his snappy pin-striped work suit, leaning casually next to me against the huge planters at Fountain Square, smiling as he caught a drop of mustard from the corner of his mouth, the wind ruffling his hair and him squinting from the sun. I felt my stomach cave. God, I cant do this!
Marshals voice intruded. Sounds great. First one there buys. I take a grande with three sugars and a hint of cream.
Black, straight up, I said, almost numb. Hiding in my church because of heartache was worse than hiding there because of a demon, and I didnt want to be that person.
Fountain Square it is, Marshal said. Ill see you then.
You got it, I replied as I passed the security desk. And good luck! I added, remembering what he was doing today.
Thanks, Rachel. Bye.
I waited until I heard the phone disconnect, then whispered, Bye, before shutting the phone and tucking it away. This was harder than I had thought it would be.
My melancholy trailed behind me like a shadow as I went down the short hall, my thoughts slowly turning to the upcoming client meeting. The roof, I thought, rolling my eyes. Honestly, Mr. Doemoe had sounded like a mouse of a man when I called him earlier to set this up. Hed refused to come to the church, and I hadnt been able to tell by phone if he was nervous because he was a human asking a witch for help or if he was just worried that someone was out to get him. Whatever. The job couldnt be that bad. I had told Jenks to stay home since it was simply an interview. Besides, I was running errands, and dragging Jenks around when I went to the post office and FIB building was a major waste of his time.
My trip to the FIB had been productive, and I now had information on my original three witches plus an additional one from this mornings obituaries. Apparently two of the recently dead witches knew each other, seeing as they had joint prior arrests for the crime of grave robbing. I thought it interesting that the arresting I.S. officer had been Tom Bansen, the same nasty little twerp who had tried to arrest me yesterday.
This was looking easier all the time. Tom had all the motive he needed to call a demon to take me outseeing as Id told him to shove his little demon-summoning club last year. He also had the knowledge to do it, being high up in the I.S.s Arcane Division. That in itself would make his demon-summoning hobby harder to trace and recruitment easy as hed run into all sorts of black-art witches eager to make a deal. David was still checking recent claims for me, and if any of them pointed to Tom, the I.S. officer and I were going to have a chat. We might have a chat anyway.
I really didnt think it was Nick sending Al after me. I mean, I had misjudged his character badly, but actively sending a demon to kill me? My gaze unfocused in the memory of our last conversation, and as I turned the corner, I saw one of the express elevator doors closing. Maybe I shouldnt have been so bitchy with him. He had sounded desperate.
Jogging forward, I called out for whoever was in the elevator to hold it. A weathered, sturdy hand gripped the door at the last moment to wedge it open. I darted inside the otherwise empty lift, turning to the man to give him a breathless Thanks. But my words caught in my throat and I froze.
Quen! I snapped, seeing the plague-scarred elf standing in the corner. He smiled without showing his teeth, and at the hint of amusement in his eyes, it all fell into place.
Oh, hell no, I said, looking for the elevator panel for a button to push, but he was standing in front of it. Youre Mr. Doemoe? Forget it. Im not working for Trent.
The older man hit the highest button, adjusted his weight, and clasped his hands before him. I wanted to talk to you. This was the easiest way.
You mean this is the only way, cause you know Id tell Trent he can shove his problem up an orifice, I said.
As professional as always, Ms. Morgan.
His gravelly voice was mocking, and knowing I was trapped here until we reached the upper floors, I slumped in the corner, not caring if I looked sullen for the cameras. I was sullen. I wasnt going to tap a line. You dont pull a gun unless youre going to use itand you dont tap a line in front of a master of ley line magic unless you want to be slammed up against the wall.
Quens smile faded. He appeared innocuous in his long-sleeved shirt and matching black pants, which looked vaguely like a uniform. Yeah, he was innocuous. Like black mamba innocuous. The man stood only a few inches taller than me in his flat, soft-soled shoes, but he moved with a liquid grace that put me on edge, as if he was able to see me react before I actually did. I was trapped in a tiny metal box with an elf skilled in martial arts and black ley line magic. Maybe I should be nice. At least until the doors open.
His complexion was marred by the scars a few Inderlanders had come away with from the Turn, and his roughened, dark skin only added to his presence. A vampire bite marked his neck, most of the white scar tissue hidden by his high black collar. Piscary had given the scar to him in anger, and I wondered how Quen was handling the new problem of having an unclaimed vampire bite, now that Piscary was truly dead. I had one, too, but Ivy would kill any vampire who broke my skin, and all of Cincy knew it. Quen didnt have any such protection. Perhaps the bite was why he wanted to talk to meif this wasnt about a run for Trent.
Quen was Trent Kalamacks eminently skilled security officer, one hundred percent deadly, though Id trust him with my life if he said hed watch my back. Trent was just as dangerous without having earned my trust, but he did his damage with words, not actionsa stinking politician at his best, a murderer at his worst. The financially successful, attractive, charismatic hunk of man flesh efficiently ran most of Cincinnatis underworld and the northern hemispheres illegal Brimstone trade. But what Trent could go to jail for besides being a murdering bastardfor which Id gotten him incarcerated for all of three hours a few months agowas his worldwide trade in illegal biodrugs. What really stuck in my craw was that I was alive because of them.