“Captain Edden,” he said, extending his thin hand as Edden and I halted before them. Edden’s muscular build looked almost dumpy as he shook hands with him. “I’m Jonathan, Mr. Kalamack’s publicity adviser. Mr. Kalamack is waiting for you,” he added, the congeniality in his voice never reaching his eyes. “He asked me to relay his desire to help any way he can.”

Jenks snickered from my shoulder. “He could tell us where he stashed Dr. Anders.”

He whispered it, but both Quen and Jonathan stiffened. I pretended to check the French braid I’d put my hair in—subtly threatening to smack Jenks—then put my hands behind my back to forestall a handshake with Jonathan. I wouldn’t touch him. Unless it was my fist in his gut. Damn, I really missed my handcuffs.

“Thank you,” Edden said, eyebrows raised at the evil glances Jonathan and I were exchanging. “We’ll try to make this as quick and nonintrusive as possible.”

As I stood and glowered, Edden pulled Glenn aside. “Keep the search low-key but thorough,” he said as Jonathan’s eyes flicked over my shoulder to the FIB officers assembling in a loose conglomeration on the wide steps. They had brought several dogs with them, all wearing blue body sleeves with FIB emblazoned on them in yellow. Their tails waved enthusiastically and they were clearly eager to get to work.

Glenn nodded, and I swung my bag around. “Here,” I said, pulling out a handful of charms and dumping them into his grip. “I primed them on the way over. They’re set to find Dr. Anders whether she is dead or alive. Give them to whoever will take them. They’ll turn red if they get within a hundred feet of her.”

“I’ll make sure every team has one,” Glenn said, his brown eyes startled as he tried to keep from dropping them.

“Hey, Rache,” Jenks said as he flitted off my shoulder. “Glenn asked me to tag along with him. You mind? I can’t do anything sitting pretty on your shoulder.”

“Sure, go ahead,” I said, thinking he could search the garden better than a pack of dogs.

A worried frown crossed Jonathan’s long face, and I beamed sarcastically at him. Pixies and fairies weren’t allowed on the grounds as a general rule, and I’d wear my panties on the outside for a week if someone would tell me what Trent was afraid Jenks might find.

Quen and Jonathan exchanged a silent look. The shorter man’s lips went tight and his green eyes pinched. Looking as if he’d rather make mud pies out of crap than leave Jonathan alone to accompany us with Trent, Quen hustled after Jenks. My eyes tracked the security officer as he all but flowed down the stairs, his hurried grace mesmerizing.