“I guess.” He closed his eyes as she inserted the hatchback into a space maybe an inch larger than the car. When he opened them again—after the g-forces had returned to normal—he noticed something on the dash. “Is it magic that keeps this car going without gas?”

“What?” Her gaze dipped to follow his line of sight. “No. The gauge is broken, so I fill up based on mi . . . Get out of the damned way! I am in no mood to take prisoners!”

Silently urging the SUV in front of them to give it some gas, Tony frowned. “You were a senior?”

The pause lasted long enough he knew the answer had to be important. Or the SUV was about to be moved over a short distance.

“I was.”

He breathed a sigh of relief when the sport vehicle turned. “Like Dumbledore or Gandalf?”

“Less hairy.”

His frown deepened. Arra wasn’t young, but he wouldn’t have said she was old. Kind of in that in-between who-the-hell-can-tell age. If he’d had to guess, he’d have looked at the gray and the lines around her eyes and mouth and said mid-fifties but mostly because it seemed like a safe number—after a certain age it was always safer to guess low. But no matter what she looked like, Arra wasn’t human. Not from this world at all and who knew how they aged where she came from. And she was a wizard—they probably aged differently. “Were you the senior? The head wizard?”

Both of her fists came down on the steering wheel. “These lanes are wide enough for transports and you’re in a fucking GEO! Pick a lane and stay in it!”

The Geo swerved to the right so abruptly it looked as though a giant hand had come down and shoved it to one side. Tony couldn’t be absolutely sure one hadn’t.

“No.”

“No?” One hand clutched at the dash, the other at the side of his seat, his fingers almost a joint deep in the cheap vinyl, and he was still being flung about within the loose confines of the seat belt.

“No, I wasn’t the senior.”

Her emphasis was slightly different than his. Almost bitter. Had she thought she should be? Tony added that new question to the bottom of the list and returned to the top. “Why were you in my apartment?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. You and your Nightwalker are the only people on this world who know me and the sun was up . . .”

What there was of an answer sounded like truth, so he let it go. “Where did you go yesterday?”

Her sigh was deep enough to lightly mist the inside of the windshield. “Whistler. I had a foolish idea of finding CB and telling him everything.”