“Just a bump on the head.” Peri smiled as she took her ID back. A slip of dust was falling from the visor, and Peri blew it to nothing, disguising it with a wave to the attendant. She accelerated smoothly, exhaling as they left the first barrier behind.

“See?” Jenks said as he unwedged himself and jumped to the rearview mirror. “Easy as finding troll turds under the Cincinnati Bridge.” He hummed happily as he checked his wings for tears. “Which building are we headed to? I’ll put the cameras on a five-minute loop. They won’t have a record of you getting out of the car, but they won’t see Rache, either.”

Rachel had insisted he could do it, but Peri didn’t see how he could find all of them, even if the man said the electronic squeal they put out gave him a headache. “It’s the one with the blue stripe on it,” she said, chin rising to point it out, and Jenks’s wings hummed into motion.

“Got it,” he said, pushed back by the new wind when Peri opened the passenger window. “I’ll dust blue at the light by the door when you’re clear.”

He vaulted out the window, and Peri shivered, watching his faint trail of dust make a beeline to the building. She’d never have seen it if she hadn’t been looking for it, and Peri was starting to realize where Rachel’s confidence in him was coming from.

The tires popped bits of gravel on the wet pavement as she slowly parked in the visitor lot. There were only a few cars, most at the outskirts. Her pulse quickened at Bill’s extravagant SUV. No sound came from the trunk, and when the light turned blue, she popped it, having to trust the pixy. “I hope you’re not making a mistake you can’t draft your way out of, Peri,” she whispered.

The car shifted as Rachel shoved the trunk open, and, feeling as if she was treading on new, chancy ground, Peri grabbed her purse with the accelerator and got out. Rachel was already waiting beside the back of her car, one of Peri’s larger purses at her feet. The mouth of the wine bottle poked out of it, and Peri could hear the clink of a glass when she picked it up. “There’s more room in there than it looks,” Rachel said as she gentled the trunk lid down and the latch engaged. “It holds what, two bodies?”

Peri’s flash of shock vanished. “Three, if they’re friendly.” Hands in her pockets, she nodded to the front door. “Jenks is good. I didn’t think Opti’s cameras could be altered.”

Rachel was smiling as she came even with Peri. “It’s what pixies are second best at.”

“What are they best at?”

Rachel’s smile widened. “Making more pixies.”