Nick’s look of startlement eased into question. “No. That would be great.”

“Fine,” I said, my head pounding. “After you’re dressed, you and I will go out to the library and you can show me all their black magic books.”

I glanced at Ivy and Jenks as I walked out. Jenks was very pale, clearly not liking what I was doing. Ivy looked concerned, but what worried me most was Nick’s casual ease with everything Inderlander, and now black magic. He wasn’t a practitioner, was he?

Twenty-Four

I stood on the sidewalk waiting for Nick to get out of the cab, estimating what I had left in my wallet before putting it away. My last paycheck was dwindling. If I wasn’t careful, I’d have to send Ivy to the bank for me. I was burning it faster than usual, and I couldn’t understand why. All my expenses were less. Must be the cabs, I thought, vowing to use the bus more.

Nick had found a pair of work-faded jeans up in the belfry. They were baggy on him, held up with one of my more conservative belts; our long-departed minister had been a large man. The gray sweatshirt with the University of Cincinnati’s logo was equally outsized, and the gardening boots had been hopelessly too big. But Nick had them on his feet, clomping about like a bad Frankenstein movie. Somehow, with his tall height and casual good looks, he made slovenly seem attractive. I always just looked like a slob.

The sun wasn’t down yet, but the streetlights were on since it was cloudy. It had taken longer to get the minister’s small wardrobe into the wash than it had to get here. I held the collar of my winter coat closed against the chill air and scanned the headlight-illuminated street as Nick said a few last words to the cabbie. Nights could be chill in late spring, but I would have worn the long coat anyway to cover up the brown gingham dress I had on. It was supposed to go along with my old lady disguise. I had only worn it once before, to a mother-daughter banquet I was somehow roped into.

Nick unfolded himself out of the cab. He slammed the door shut and smacked the top of the car. The driver gave him a casual hand toss and drove away. Cars flowed around us. The street was busy in the hours of twilight when both humanity and Inderlander were in force.

“Hey,” Nick said, peering at me in the unsure light. “What happened to your freckles?”

“Uh …” I stammered, fingering my pinky ring. “I don’t have any freckles.”

Nick took a breath to say something, then hesitated. “Where’s Jenks?” he finally asked.

Flustered, I pointed across the street to the library steps with my chin. “He went ahead to check things out.” I eyed the few people filing in and out of the library. Studying on a Friday night. Some people have an insatiable desire to ruin the curve for the rest of us. Nick took my elbow, and I tugged away from him. “I can walk across the street by myself, thank you.”