His eyes tracked the birds as one gained the moth and the rest chased the bird across the street. “It doesn’t matter,” he said. “Like a murder charge, the file stays open.”

I followed his gaze to the church Ivy and I shared. “That’s why you moved in across from the church, isn’t it?” I asked, remembering the day. Keasley had saved my life by removing a delayed combustion charm someone had slipped me on the bus. “You figured if I could survive the I.S.’s death contract, you might find a way, too?”

He smiled to show his yellowing teeth, and he pulled his hand from my knee. “Yes, ma’am. I did. But after seeing how you did it?” Keasley shook his head. “I’m too old to fight dragons. I’ll stay Keasley, if you don’t mind.”

I thought about that, cold despite the sun on us. Becoming anonymous was just something I couldn’t do. “You moved in the same day I did, didn’t you? You really don’t know when Ivy rented the church.”

“No.” His eyes were on the steeple, the top hidden behind the trees. “But I watched her patterns close that first week, and I’m guessing she’d been there for at least three months.”

My head was going up and down. I was learning a lot today. None of it comfortable. “You’re a good liar,” I said, and Keasley laughed.

“Used to be.”

Liar, I thought, and then my mind drifted to Trent. “Uh, is Ceri up? I have to talk to her.”

Keasley shifted to look at me. In his tired eyes was a deep relief. I had learned his secret and freed him of the necessity to lie to me. But what I think he was the most grateful for was that I didn’t think any less of him for it.

“I think she’s asleep,” he said, smiling to tell me he was glad I was still his friend. “She’s been tired lately.”

I’ll bet. Giving him a smile, I stood and tugged my jeans straight. I’d long assumed that Ivy had moved in before me, having only pretended to move in the same day to ease my suspicions. Now that I knew the truth, I might confront Ivy about it. Maybe. It didn’t necessarily matter—I understood her reasons, and that was enough. Sometimes, just let sleeping vamps lie.

I extended a hand to help Keasley rise. “Will you tell Ceri I came over?” I asked as I held his arm until I knew he had his balance.

The porch creaked behind us, and I whipped my head around. Ceri was standing behind the closed screen door, in a sweaterdress that made her look like a young wife from the sixties. A jumble of emotions hit me as I took in her somber, guilty stance. She didn’t look pregnant. She looked worried.