“I think there’s a good chance Larrantin would be interested.”

“In the weapons? I highly doubt it.”

Kaylin shook her head. “In the displacement and entrapment of living people.”

“I’d suggest you’re going to be spreading yourself far too thin. You should concentrate on the task you’ve set Records. Callis Creekson.”

“It’s the same,” Kaylin said. “Four murders. Twenty-five years of age.”

Teela nodded. She had, as she often did, commandeered Kaylin’s mirror instead of returning to her own desk. Kaylin was grateful that she was still allowed to sit in her own chair, because when Teela got That Look, it wasn’t guaranteed.

Katie Holdern had also been executed for a series of gruesome murders. She, too, had killed four people, although the Records report indicated the possible ritualistic nature of those murders, a detail that had been missing from the prior three.

“Your real estate Records have arrived,” Teela said, while Kaylin carefully read the final ghost’s report.

Kaylin nodded. Fourteen and a half Orbonne Street filled the mirror’s frame. Kaylin had expected a visual record of the house she’d visited, but Records had decided that the floor plan was more important. Kaylin’s brows bunched in minor confusion.

“You don’t recognize the floor plan.”

“I don’t recognize the house, no. Mrs. Erickson’s house is half the size—and I would have said the lot isn’t anywhere near wide enough to accommodate the floor plan here.”

“Records,” the Barrani Hawk said, “lot size.” Records coughed up a number. “According to our taxation Records, the lot is wide enough.”

“Records: lot size 12 Orbonne Street and 16 Orbonne Street. Overlap with fourteen and a half.”

Teela rose. “Are you going to be visiting Mrs. Erickson again anytime soon?”

“Three days from now, at least. You could volunteer for front desk duty if you wanted to speak with her—she comes in every day.”

“Barrani are never put on front desk duty,” Teela replied, a hint of smugness intertwined with her usual smile.

“I’ll see her in three days—I’ll be going to the Imperial Palace with her. If you want you can meet us after the assessment, because I’m going to escort her back to her house. Why, by the way?”

Teela shrugged. “These Records don’t align. The house at fourteen—if there ever was a house at fourteen, as opposed to fourteen and a half—should have a wider frontage than either of the two houses that stand as its neighbor.”

Records rippled, and 14 Orbonne Street came into view, although neither of the two Hawks had specifically requested it.

Kaylin stared. There was, in theory, a house number fourteen—there was certainly a lot for it—and that house had not changed hands in some time. The problem, of course, was that the house didn’t exist.