“Plenty of sights in the club,” she said deviously. With a little wave, she continued down. Her shoulders were wider than Glenn’s and she carried herself with much the same easy grace.

“Annie owns the building,” Nick offered. “Owns the club. Takes good care of her girls.”

“Takes your rent?” I guessed, and Nick nodded.

“Doesn’t ask questions,” he added, passing me when I didn’t move fast enough for him.

I’ll bet, I thought, sliding over when Pierce came up beside me.

“Law sakes’ alive,” the shaken man whispered as he snuck glances down at the woman, still making her boot-clunking way downstairs. “I suspicion wearing Tom’s appearance isn’t a powerful-good idea anymore.”

His accent had gone full into the early 1800s, proof that he was shaken, and I gave him a sour look. “You got that right,” I said, following his gaze to the bottom of the stairwell where the woman blew kisses to us before slipping out the side door and locking it firmly. “Why don’t you put yourself back together? I like you looking like you.”

Pierce glanced at the stairway. “I didn’t want to be spied with two faces in the car barn.”

“Garage,” I corrected him, and he softly repeated the word, brow furrowed.

Nick’s steps were soundless as he reached the top. A building-long hallway stretched with doors on one side, windows on the other. It looked like it had once been an open balcony looking out onto the side street, long since bricked up to give some protection from the elements.

“It’s the one at the end,” Nick said, seeming as eager as us to avoid any more encounters.

Someone was yelling at someone about their choice of TV and eating all the yogurt as Nick hustled down the hall, me trailing behind with my sore knees, looking out to the blah brown building across the street in the cold spring sun. I felt a tweak on my awareness, and I wasn’t surprised when Pierce shuddered, and I looked to see him like himself again. Even his fingers were different. Not so thick, smaller, more dexterous.

Nick stopped at the last door, doing a double take as he saw Pierce. “That’s a good one,” he said as he fished out a second key. “I’d never have known it was you if you hadn’t been sitting next to Rachel. Demon magic? Must have cost a lot.”

Pierce shrugged, eyes on the brown building across the street. “Someone died for it. And this is the disguise, sir.”

Nick hesitated with the key in the door, clearly having second thoughts.

“Thanks for letting us crash at your place,” I said, not wanting to have to go back downstairs and grab a bus. “I’m amazed you found us, with me looking like an old lady.”