I slid a four-foot-long fish tank from the bottom cabinet and found the bag of feed I’ve kept at Greg’s apartment for emergency purposes. Grayish-brown, the feed resembled coarse wheat flour. Most of it actually was wheat flour, that and metal shavings, copper, iron, and silver, and seashells ground to fine dust, together with bonemeal and chalk.

I filled the tank with water, added a cup of feed, and stirred the mixture with a long wooden spoon until the solution became cloudy and none of the feed remained stuck to the bottom. That done, I dropped the saber into it and washed my hands.

The little ruby light on the answering machine was blinking. It shouldn’t have, since the magic was in full swing. Magic was a funny thing. Sometimes phones worked and sometimes they failed.

I settled into my chair and pushed the button on the answering machine. Anna’s anxiety-laced voice filled the room. “Kate, it’s me.” I sat up straighter. Anna didn’t get anxious. Perhaps it was Greg’s death. Their divorce was ten years old, but still she must’ve felt something for him.

“Listen very carefully, while I remember.” Exhaustion crept into her voice and I realized she was fresh from a vision. The fact that she knew I would be in Greg’s apartment was so mundane to her she didn’t bother to comment on it. Sometimes being a clairvoyant had its uses.

“Woods,” Anna’s voice said. “Very green, very healthy, late spring or early summer. The air smells of moisture. There are tall wooden idols set under some of the trees. They are old. Time has smoothed the edges of the carvings. The idols shift and change shapes. One looks like an old man, but also a bear with horns, holding something . . . a saucer of water maybe. Another old man stands on a fish; I think he holds a wheel in his hand. A man with three faces, his eyes covered, sitting deep in the shadow. I can barely see him.”

The first was Veles, the third was Triglav. Slavic pantheon. I’d have to look up the second one.

“A man stands before them, surrounded by a brood of his children. They are very wrong. They do not fit, neither human nor animal, neither living nor dead. Behind him stand his servants. They smell of undeath.” Anna took a deep breath. “The man is masturbating. To the right something is shimmering in and out of existence, a child maybe? To the left you’re sitting cross-legged on the grass and eating a corpse.”

Lovely.

“I know Greg’s dead,” she said. “And I know you’re looking for the murderer. You must drop it, Kate. I know you’ll ignore me, but I have to warn you. This isn’t good, Kate. It’s not good at all.”

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3