I opened my purse to get my phone and call Ivy to tell her I might be a little late this afternoon, and the red light of the high-magic detection amulet blazed forth to make everything a nasty haze. “Four bars on my phone,” I said, squinting.

“Someone’s here already,” David said, coming from the window and joining me at the table. “That dog is having a fit.”

Even I could hear Sampson, and I winced at his sudden yelp of pain. The sound of heavy footsteps in the stairwell was clear, and Betty’s voice was an irritating, panicked chatter.

“David, if I ever get like that, just slap me,” I said, leaning against the table and crossing my arms with my eyes on the door. I didn’t know who was going to come through, but I wanted to look confident when they did. The Were chuckled and joined me, then blinked and winced when the lights went on and the lock turned with an oiled slickness. The heavy door opened, and Jenks came in an instant before a slight man in a comfortable pair of slacks and a casual sweater. Behind him was Betty in full hysterics.

“Sorry, Rache,” Jenks said as he lit on my earring. “I would have been here sooner, but when I saw Tom Thumb-up-his-ass in the backyard, I stuck with him.”

Tom? As in I’m-going-to-arrest-you-for-summoning-demons-in-a-charm-shop Tom? Arms going to my sides, I looked closer. Relaxing, I started to laugh. “Oh, my God. You?” I said, too relieved to be angry. This I could handle. If I could jail city powers, evade master vampires, and outsmart demons, then getting an idiot of an I.S. agent to stop freeing demons to kill me was going to be easy. Finally…something was going my way for a change.

Tom stopped at the base of the stairs, ignoring Betty as he glanced from me to David to assess how big a threat the Were was. David calmly clasped his hands before him and waited. Me, I stepped forward as belligerently and obnoxiously as I could.

“Wow,” I said sarcastically. “I’m impressed. Congratulations. You had me fooled. You didn’t even make my who-wants-to-off-Rachel list. Are you going to kill us now, or sic Al on us when the sun goes down?”

Tom pried Betty’s grip off his arm. The woman wouldn’t shut up, and it was getting on my nerves. “You don’t know when to stop, do you?” he said, clueless as ever. The guy was too young to pull off the amount of domination he was trying for. Trent could do it, but he had the right clothes, not to mention the right demeanor. Slacks and a cardigan sort of ruined it.