I made a sour face and said, “You bought a wish to find me? I’m flattered.”

“I’ll give you the coin when I’m done,” Vivian said, rubbing her welts.

“I want a coffee, then,” she demanded.

Vivian’s face darkened. “Can it wait a moment?” she snapped. “I’m on the phone.”

The leprechaun sneered at her, then turned to smile at me. “I be liking your hair the other way,” she said, clearly recognizing me. “Hey, isn’t this the same place—”

“Yeah,” I interrupted her, then shouted, “Mark, when you have a chance, can we have a tall latte over here?” Mark raised his hand in acknowledgment, and I smiled. “There’s some money in the bottom of the bag. Help yourself. My treat.”

Vivian stretched between the tables to snatch the bag from the leprechaun even as she continued to talk to someone in soft tones. Her eyes widened at the stash, and I wasn’t surprised when both the cash and my splat gun went into her pocket. Son of a bitch.

The leprechaun frowned as she fingered the five Vivian had left her. “So how did the wishes go?” she asked me as we waited.

I lifted a shoulder and let it fall. “I gave two away. I’m still digging myself out of the one I used.”

She snorted. “Aye, it’s a good thing you didn’t spend them all. People have been known to die from too many wishes.”

“You know one of the wee folk?” Pierce said, the awe in his voice making her beam.

“I let her go for the wish I used to get out of my I.S. contract,” I admitted.

Pierce stared at me, aghast. “You accepted a wish from a felon leprechaun?” he asked, making my face warm and the leprechaun frown.

“It isn’t like she’s an ax murderer,” I said. “Besides, the I.S. wanted me to leave.” Jeez, look who was talking, Mr. Black Magic.

Pierce lapsed into a pensive silence, and Mark came forward, handing the leprechaun her coffee and looking at me as if trying to figure out how I knew his name. She needed to use two hands to manage it, but her smile was honest enough as she took it, giving him the five and telling him to keep the change.

“Did she really use a wish to find me?” I asked her, thinking how I could use a wish right about now.

“Aye.” She took a large draft of her drink as if it were cold milk, not steaming coffee. “The wish is from the West Coast, but we’ll honor it. Bitch of a loss on the exchange, though.” She glanced at Pierce. “Do I know you?”

His eyes wide, Pierce shook his head violently. “No.”

Vivian straightened, smiling as she confidently said, “I’ll see you at baggage claim,” and snapped her phone closed.