I looked at Wayde, who seemed nonplussed, and Nina suddenly sat up as if remembering that we were still in here. Ah, thank you, Ms. Morgan, she said, rising to her feet, full of energy. Ill get your registration started and give you the address to the cemetery. Id take you there myself, but I have to do something for him first and will meet you there. I have to go. Eyes wide, she caught her breath, and I swear I saw her shiver.
The paper was a soft rustle as she darted for the door, her speed edging into that eerie vampire quickness that Ivy, at least, took great pains to hide from me. I jerked, staring at Wayde as Ninas exuberant voice echoed in the outer offices. My God! I could hear everything!
Exhaling, I unclenched my fists. Track down some bad witches. I could do that. Like Nina had said. All it would take would be some detective workwhich I sucked atand some earth charmswhich I could still do. I should call Ivy, I said softly.
Looking uncomfortable, Wayde handed me my bag, and I slipped a hand inside to find my cell phone. I frowned at the missed-call number. Trent? What does he want?
Thats probably a good idea, Ms. Morgan, Wayde said, leaning over to look out the office door, but I was having second, third, and fourth thoughts.
Good idea? Right. That was the last thing this was.
Chapter Two
Friday traffic was thick this time of day in downtown Cincinnati, and I huffed as I stopped at yet another red light, my head tilted as I held my cell phone to my ear. The woman had put me on hold to check the appointment books, and I was ready to hang up on her.
Just getting across the city had been trying. The little blue sticky note Nina had given me two hours ago had only a street name and number. I didnt remember a cemetery on Washington Street, and I wondered if shed meant the old potters field where theyd built the music hall. God, I hoped not. Dead people gave me the willies.
Wayde sat beside me, his legs flopped open and taking up the entire passenger seat, trying not to look uneasy as I slipped my little car through trafficId shaved at least five minutes off our travel time. I hadnt had the chance to try the Mini Cooper out in traffic until today, and the new-to-me vehicle was fantastic for turning on a dime.
Miss? the young voice on the other end of the line said, and the light turned green.
Yes! I said, glad I had an automatic as I crept forward through the intersection and tried to aim the heat vents at the same time. I cant make it. Not today, and probably not this weekend.
My hair blew in the warm draft, and the woman sighed. In the background I could hear some progressive alternative rock. Takatas latest, maybe? I can take you off the books, but Emojin isnt going to be happy.
Ive got a job this week, I explained loudly as I took a quick look behind me and swerved to the right to get around some old guy in a blue Buick. Sure, the run didnt pay money, but getting my license and car registration back made me more than happy. Baby steps. I could do this.
Wayde grabbed the chicken strap, swinging with the momentum. Ticking off your tattoo artist isnt prudent.
Frowning, I snapped, Like saying no to the I.S. is any better?
He shrugged, and I turned back to the road, slowing down. We were close to Fountain Square, and they usually had a cop on a horse somewhere. When can you come in? Emojins assistant asked. These specialty dyes dont hold their qualities forever.
I slowed more, my bumper almost on the car ahead of me. Crap, I could almost read the print on the tube of lipstick the driver was applying in the rearview mirror. Im sorry, I said, feeling a touch of guilt. Ill be busy all this weekend and probably next week. Ill call when I can come in. Okay?
The light had turned green, but the woman ahead of me wasnt moving. Watch it! Wayde shouted as I crept forward, and thinking we must be closer than I thought, I stomped on the brake. Our heads swung forward and back, and I grimaced. Youre going to lose your license the same day you get it if youre not careful, he said, letting go of the strap and sitting straighter.
Theres a good ten inches there, I grumbled. It looks closer because the car is small.
Theres a good ten inches there, I grumbled. It looks closer because the car is small.
From the phone came a faint Ill put you down for Monday, midnight.
Is she not listening to me? I wont be there! I exclaimed. I wouldnt have to keep canceling if you wouldnt keep making appointments I cant keep.
Hey! I yelped when Wayde snatched the phone.
Give me this before you crack us up against a wall, he said darkly, his eyes pinched and his expression cross, his red beard making him look like a Viking.
I can drive and talk at the same time, I said, indignant, then hit the gas to make the next light before it turned and we were stuck behind Miss-America-Wannabe again. Rearview mirrors are for seeing whos behind you, not for putting on makeup.
Not well, you cant. Wayde put the phone to his right ear. Mary Jo? This is Wayde. Give Rachel my next appointment. Ill get her there.