“It depends on how independent these shadows are. If they’re operating on very narrow parameters, like say . . .” Henry’s voice dropped into a doom and gloom octave. “. . . find the light that is capable of destroying the others, then . . .” His voice lifted back into normal ranges on the last word. “. . . no. But if they’ve been given more autonomy and since they obviously know their master wants the wizard that got away, then I think it’s something we need to consider.”

“Yeah, that’s . . .”

“That’s what?” Henry asked after the pause lengthened to the point where prodding seemed necessary.

“I was just thinking of something Amy asked me. About . . . Turn left! Now!”

Henry deftly slid between an SUV and an approaching classic VW Beetle and turned left onto Dunsmuir Street.

“That was Tina’s van. She’s the script supervisor. She was on set when the shadows came through, and if she’s heading this way, then she could be heading toward Holy Rosary Cathedral.”

“That’s a lot of qualifiers. Are you sure it was her van?”

“Yeah, we all chipped in and got her vanity plates for Christmas. There!”

“OURSTAR?”

“Because everything in that place revolves around her,” Tony explained as Henry tucked his BMW in behind the van. “Cast, crew—if there’s a problem, Tina deals with it. If Peter thinks Dalal—that’s the prop guy—isn’t taking what he wants seriously, he complains to Tina who talks to him. If Dalal thinks Peter’s being unreasonable because he never said how he wanted the potted plant wrapped . . .”

“Not a random example?”

“Like I’d make that kind of thing up . . . Anyway, Dalal will whiffle to Tina in turn and she’ll work the whole thing out without damaging any delicate egos in the process.”

“The prop guy has a delicate ego?”

“It’s show business, Henry. It’s all about ego.”

“Good thing you’re immune.”

“Isn’t it. She’s parking.”

“Good for her.” As in any major city, finding parking in downtown Vancouver depended as much on luck as anything. Henry drove another block past the van—slowing to get a good look at Tina as he passed—before he found an empty spot almost at the cathedral.

“I’m not sure this spot’s legal,” Tony pointed out as he parked. “In fact, given that we’re under a no parking sign, I’m pretty sure it’s not.”

“We won’t be here long. I’ll go back and meet her, find out if she’s shadow-held.” He tossed Tony the keys. “Here. Move the car if there’s a problem.”

“Right. Hey, what are you going to do if there is shadow?” The car door slammed and he was sitting alone in the front seat. “Never mind.”