“You kidding me?” His brown eyes widened to show that the whites were almost yellow. The faint scent of musk tickled my nose. He was a Were. Most cabbies were. I had no idea why. “Hey.” He fumbled for a card, handing it to me along with my blank receipt. “I have my limo license. If they need anyone, I’m available.”

I took it, admiring his moxie. “You bet. Thanks for the ride.”

“Anytime,” he said as I got out. He leaned out after me through the window. “I’ve got access to a car and everything. This is only my day job until I finish getting my pilot’s license.”

Smiling, I nodded and turned to the multiple doors. Pilot’s license? That’s a new one.

The cab merged into the light traffic, and Jenks dropped down from wherever he had been. “I leave you alone for five minutes,” he complained, “and you get hit on.”

“He just wanted a job,” I said, admiring the four strands of sculptured vines arching over the twin set of wooden doors. Absolutely gorgeous…

“That’s what I’m saying,” he grumbled. “Why are we here this early anyway?”

“Because it’s a demon.” I eyed the gargoyles and wished I could talk to them, but trying to wake a gargoyle before the sun was down was like trying to talk to a pet rock. There were a lot of them, though, so the cathedral was probably secure. I winced at the potted flowers on the sidewalk, wondering if I could get them moved. It would be too easy for fairy assassins to hide in them. Bringing my attention to Jenks, I added, “And as much as I’d like to see Trent taken down by a past jealous lover or a disgruntled demon, I want my forty thousand for babysitting.”

He bobbed his head before landing on my shoulder. “Speak of the devil…”

I followed his attention to the street. Crap, they were early, too, and now, doubly glad for having gotten here when I had, I tucked in my new shirt and waited as two shiny cars approached, looking out of place among the flatbed trucks and salt-rusted Fords.

I had to jerk myself up and onto the shallow steps when the first one pulled out of traffic and up entirely onto the wide sidewalk. A gray Jaguar was behind it, also parking on the walk.

“You’ve got to be crapping in my daisies,” Jenks said from my earring, and I took my sunglasses off to get a better look.