He nodded, and I shivered as a wave of ever-after cascaded over him when he stepped off the curb to cross Government. No one noticed, or at least no one commented on it in the throng of people trying to get to the square. Pierce now looked like Tom Bansen, which might get us stopped, or it might get us through, seeing that the dead witch had also been a corrupt I.S. cop. In either case, if the two officers on the corner had been watching for Pierce, they’d be looking for the wrong man.

We were almost there, but when I looked back, they were following us on the other side of the street. “It didn’t work!” I shouted, and Pierce winced.

“I see them,” he said, not looking. “I opine things will get rough from here. Rachel, watch yourself. I’ll get you as close as I can.”

“No black magic!” I exclaimed, and he sighed.

Jostled, we reached the corner of Fifth and Main, stymied by the light again. The square was right in front of us, and Trent’s speech was in full swing. The cops shadowing us were clearly from the I.S., and I scanned the area for FIB agents, not seeing any. The I.S. flunkies were watching, waiting to see what we were going to do. One was on the radio. The net was being thrown. I had to stay smaller than the holes they were leaving. Pixy small.

The skin around Pierce’s eyes crinkled as he glanced at the waiting I.S. officers. “Jenks, we’re going to be here a moment. Why don’t you see what they’re talking about? Make yourself useful, little man?”

Snarling something lost in the roar of a bus, Jenks darted over the organized chaos. I felt naked without him, and I held Pierce’s ear more tightly. “News vans, news vans,” I murmured, feeling better when I spotted them. I hated news vans, but they were going to save my butt today. The coven could be anywhere. If they didn’t show, I was screwed.

My attention went to Trent, at the podium. Quen was behind him, and I felt a jump of worry. The man was better than me at just about everything. “I have enjoyed serving you in the capacity of councilman,” Trent was saying, “and could be happy for years more, but I see the corruption, I hear your frustration, and I want to do more. It is my responsibility to do more!”

The crowd liked that, and I jumped when Jenks landed next to me with a clatter of wings. “I don’t know how, but they know it’s you, Rache.”

Nick maybe? I thought, but I didn’t say it aloud.