“Mostly she just stands there and wiggles her fingers.”

I went absolutely still. “Hugo, are you saying you got her hand movements on camera?”

“Well, yeah.” He paused. “Is that good?”

“It’s the best thing I’ve heard all week,” I said. “You might have just saved Chicago.”

“Down with Korkath!” he said. Which I assumed was a JQ rallying cry.

Hugo sent the video to me, and I sent the video to the team. Two minutes later, we identified the gestures. We conferenced in Lulu at the town house, and she sketched out the sigil as she watched Rosantine move. Then she played the video again, refined the sketch. Then again a third time.

“That’s as good as it’s going to get,” Lulu announced, and put the image on screen.

She’d used a brush and ink, so the circle and series of marks inside it were dark and fluid against the white paper.

“Scanning,” Petra said, then pulled up the photo from the Cadogan House lawn as a comparison. Lulu’s drawing matched the general outlines in that one nearly exactly.

“Searching,” Petra said, as she looked for a match to the images in the catalogs of supernatural and demon lore.

Two minutes later, Petra hooted. “I fucking found her,” she said. “Her name is fucking Andaras.”

I mean, it was “Andaras,” not “fucking Andaras,” but close enough. She wasn’t one of Solomon’s seventy-two demons, but Solomon’s list of demons was hardly the only one out there. Medieval influencers loved their demon lists.

According to those guides, Andaras was a demon of “most wondrous chaos” and esteemed for her beauty and ability to “moveth the heavy things.” Such as vampire Houses, one would assume.

We had the wards, which the CPD was monitoring. We had the sigil, which we could use to seal Rose when we understood the process for doing so.

Which meant I was heading back to the town house to help Lulu finalize the spell. I brought printed copies of the sigil, and while we plied Lulu with kale-and-lemon smoothies, I explained to Connor and Alexei how we’d managed to find its shape.

“It took a while, but we did it. Down with Korkath!”

Connor’s grin was boyishly charming. “How do you know about Korkath?”

“Hugo Horner is a JQ fan. I’m sure you can find him online.”

His brows lifted. “How do you know Hugo Horner?”

He said it like the name was common currency. “Wait—how do you know Hugo Horner?”

“He’s famous in JQ circles. He’s played for years. I watch his streams sometimes.”

Connor had tried, once and unsuccessfully, to explain to me the point of watching someone else play a video game, but the concept eluded me.

“He’s the Machinist,” I said. “His family has guarded and repaired the warehouse machine since it was built.”

“No shit.” He put his hands on his hips. “I wondered if he had a day job. Maybe I’ll invite him on a quest.”

“Maybe after we nail the demon?”