Chapters (46)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
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- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
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- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
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- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
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“I wouldn’t say happy. It took a lot of fast-talking to persuade her I wasn’t running a con. Even made me sign a waiver.”
“Did she seem reluctant? Maybe for a reason?”
“Nah, just a legal secretary who thinks she’s been at the job long enough to practice law herself.”
I turned around the phone to show him a list. “I plugged in what we know, and this is what I get. Eight possible rituals, more if whatever she has in her hand isn’t significant.”
“Whoa, and I’m still working from paper files.”
“Paige kludged together an app and hacked it into the proprietary software.”
“Whatever that means ...”
“No idea. To me it means we have database access on the road. Of course, I could just walk twenty feet and pull this up on a computer, but that wouldn’t be nearly as impressive. Would you like the list texted to you, e-mailed, or sent to our printer?”
“Okay, now you’re just showing off. Text it.” He handed me a card with his cell number and I punched it in.
“So I’m guessing this is what you need from us—you supply the details and we’ll access our resources to figure out which ritual you’re dealing with. If we’re lucky, what she has in her hand will answer all our questions. Well, except whodunit. That’s your job.”
“See, now this is why I asked to talk to Lucas,” he said. “If I showed him this, he’d be all, ‘Hmm, this bears investigation. I take it you’re on the case?’ And I’d be, like, ‘Well, I will be, right after I finish a job.’ Then he’d ask if I minded if he looked into it himself and say he’d hate to take a job from me and I’d joke that it’s not a paying one anyway and if he wants to take a look ...”
“So you actually brought this to us hoping we’d investigate it for you?”
His cheeks colored. “Shit. Could you just channel Lucas for a minute? Please? Make me feel like a generous colleague?”
“If you were truly generous, you’d be passing us a paying case. Being the accountant for this place, I’m all about the bills.”
As I picked up the photos, my heart beat a little faster. I could take this case. My first solo investigation. I’d been asking for one since I turned eighteen. By the time I reached twenty, I realized I had to stop bugging and start working my ass off to prove I could handle it.