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Chapters (48)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. NINETEEN
  23. TWENTY
  24. TWENTY-ONE
  25. TWENTY-TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTY-ONE
  35. THIRTY-TWO
  36. THIRTY-THREE
  37. THIRTY-FOUR
  38. THIRTY-FIVE
  39. THIRTY-SIX
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. THIRTY-NINE
  43. The Undead Pool: An Excerpt
  44. Chapter 2
  45. About the Author
  46. Also by Kim Harrison
  47. Credits
  48. About the Publisher

I made a snatch at him, missing when he darted back. “It surprised me, is all.” I snuck glances at Kisten as he tried to hide his worry. Behind him, David frowned and turned away. Remembering why I was here, I took Kisten’s wrist and tilted it so I could see what time it was. “I want to go in with Mrs. Sarong, seeing as neither one of them know the other will be here. Where is she, anyway? She ought to be here by now.”

By the end of the bar, David turned his attention to the door and tugged his coat straight. Kisten, too, sat up. “Speak of the devil,” he said. “At least three cars by the sound of it.”

His steps slow but seeming to eat the distance like magic, David came back, and I felt a wash of angst. Crap, I had magicked Mrs. Sarong’s baseball field to convince her to pay me for my time when I’d stolen Mr. Ray’s fish, thinking it had been hers. Yes, she’d asked for this meeting, and though it seemed likely she wanted to talk to me about her murdered aide, the possibility that she might still be on about that fish had me nervous.

“I’ll be in the kitchen folding napkins,” Kisten said softly, his hand trailing along my shoulder as he rose and slipped away.

The look on his face when Jenks told him Ivy had kissed me flashed before me. “I’m a coward,” I said softly to Jenks as he landed on my earring.

“No you aren’t,” he started. “It’s just—”

“Yes I am,” I interrupted as I stood and made sure I didn’t have spots of iced tea marring my pants. “I pick a place where I know someone will save my butt if I get in over my head.”

David harrumphed and stood beside me, and I was thankful he didn’t seem to think anything less of me. For whatever reason. “That’s not being a coward,” he said as the front door opened and light spilled in. “That’s thinking ahead.”

I said nothing. Nervous, I forced my features to find a confident slant as the light was eclipsed by what looked like eight people. Mrs. Sarong was first, a young woman close behind her. Her replacement aide, perhaps? Five men in identical suits flowed in after them to make a semicircle clearly protective in nature. Mrs. Sarong ignored them.