While he hadn’t been expecting to see SHADOWS STALK CITY in banner headlines, it was weird to think he was one of only three people who knew of the danger and if he told anyone what he knew, told them that two people were dead because of shadows slipping through from another world, they wouldn’t believe him. Not without having seen the things he’d seen. Done the things he’d done. Known the people he knew.

Eyes rolling, Tony tossed the last paper aside. Right. The people he knew . . .

A vampire, a wizard, and a production assistant go into a bar . . .

Fortunately, a snort from the bedroom saved him from having to come up with a punch line.

Cats winding around her feet, Arra stumbled out into the living room, glowered at him for a long moment from under lowered brows, and finally snapped, “Make coffee!” before turning on one heel, going back into the bedroom, and slamming the door.

Tony did as he was told.

“There’s three shadows left and we have seven hours until the gate reopens. You’ve been very lucky so far, but there’s nothing to say all three of them won’t show up together and I can think of any number of ways that they can stop you.”

So could Tony.

“Finding them and stopping them individually before they get to the gate was a smart plan. Is still a smart plan. We need to pursue it.”

“Are you strong enough?” There were still dark circles under her eyes and the skin on the backs of her hands looked thin and translucent.

“In spite of the morning’s evidence, I know how to marshal my power.” Sitting at the tiny kitchen table, Arra held out her mug. “I will find them, I will destroy the shadow, and you will do everything else,” she announced as Tony refilled it.

“Uh . . . You’ll need to make more potion.”

“Fine! And I’ll make more potion.” She nodded toward the living room. “Bring me my Yellow Pages. But first put a bagel in the toaster oven.”

Apparently everything else meant everything else.

One of the shadows was at Richmond Nanak Sar Gursikh Temple on Westminster Highway.

Holding the phone book entry in one hand, Arra sifted through the ashes with the other and sighed. “We need to find another phone book.”

“No shit.”

“No time to waste,” the wizard added pointedly.

Which was when Tony realized he had to find another phone book.

“There should be one up in the party room. Sixth floor.”

Even better. “You want me to steal the Yellow Pages out of your co-op’s party room so that you can destroy them?”