Smirking, Jenks took flight, rising forty feet straight up in the time it took my heart to beat. He was doing a surveillance check, bored with the conversation.

Keasley dropped a coffee-stained thermos into the bucket, groaning as he straightened his back. “You knocked her down because she was going to use magic to stop you. If you had reacted with your magic, too? Now, that would have been scary, but you didn’t, showing a control she had forgotten to maintain. She’s wallowing in shame right now, poor girl.”

I stared, not having realized it.

“I’m glad you shoved her,” he mused. “She’s been getting uppity these last few weeks.”

I tucked a strand of dripping hair behind an ear, cold. “It was still wrong,” I said, and he patted my shoulder to send the scent of cheap coffee over me. My gaze fell to my new red shirt, the cotton holding the salt water like a sponge. Crap. I’d really ruined it now.

Plucking my comforter from where it hung over a tombstone, I gave it a good shake. Dirt and last week’s grass clippings flew. It was still warm from having been wrapped about my body, and after draping it over me like a cloak, I squinted in the hazy glare and tried to remember what time the sun rose in July. I was usually asleep at this hour, but I’d been out since midnight. It was going to be a long day.

Yawning, Keasley started to shuffle away with his chair. “I called your mother,” he said, reaching into a pocket and handing me my phone. “She’s fine. Things should settle down. The radio said Piscary captured Al in a circle and banished him, freeing Mr. Saladan. The damned vampire is a city hero.”

He shook his graying head, and I agreed. Freed Lee from Al? Not likely. I tucked my phone into a pocket, awkward because of the damp fabric. “Thanks,” I said, then met his dubious expression. “They’re working together, aren’t they? Piscary and Al, I mean,” I said, grabbing everything else and falling into place behind Keasley.

His silvering hair shone in the sun as he nodded. “Seems like a wise assumption.”

A heavy sigh sifted through me. The two of them had a long association, both knowing that business was business and not caring that it had been Al’s testimony that put Piscary away. So now Piscary was out of prison. The city was safe, but I was in trouble. Sounded about right.

I had my pillow under my arm, my blanket draped over my shoulder, and the bucket holding the radio and thermos in my hand. Catching my balance, I said softly, “Thank you for slowing me down last night.” He said nothing, and I added, “I have to get her out of there.”