“I wish I could say the same. I shouldn’t have stayed up so late.”

I nodded. “Good music, though.”

“That’s always my downfall. Good Scotch and music.”

There’d been some playing around the table before Jilly and I called it a night. The others were still at it when we left.

“We never settled up yesterday,” Andy said after a moment.

He pulled some money out of his pocket and offered it to me.

“Here you go,” he said. “It’s a quarter of what we made for the two shows. And thanks again for driving all the way out here to help us out. You really added a lot.”

“It was good fun.”

Andy nodded. “That it was. And we were wondering . . . we’ve got a few more weeks of work lined up and since Siobhan’s not going to be able to play for a while, well, we were wondering if you’d consider sitting in until she’s better. It’ll be for the same as yesterday: a fourth of whatever we make.”

I hadn’t picked up the money he’d put on the table.

“What about Siobhan?” I asked.

“We’re going to cover for her out of our share.”

I shook my head. “No. I’ll play the gigs, but for a fifth of what we’re getting paid.”

“That’s not fair to you,” Andy said. “Siobhan’s our responsibility.”

“We’re all each other’s responsibility,” I told him.

Though I could tell he was pleased, I knew he was going to argue some more. And he might well have, except just then Siobhan herself appeared in the door to the restaurant. She wore nothing but the oversized T-shirt that obviously served as her nightie and had a panicked look in her eyes.

“She’s gone!” she cried. “You’ve got to come.”

“Who’s gone?” Andy asked.

We were both on our feet and halfway to her when she replied.

“Lizzie,” she said. “They’ve taken her—right out of her bed.”

“Who’s taken her?” Andy asked.

But I already had a sense of what she meant and said, “How do you know?” at the same time.

Andy gave me a puzzled look.

“Because all her stuff’s still here,” Siobhan said. “If she’s gone out walking, then all she’s wearing is panties and a T-shirt shorter than this. So they must have taken her. We have to find her.”

I nodded. “And you need to get dressed.”

“I’m not going back up there . . .”

“We’ll be with you.”

Andy plucked at my arm as I started to follow her to the stairs.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Siobhan thinks the fairies have stolen Lizzie.”

“Oh, for god’s sake.”

But then I realized something else and got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Because Jilly was missing, too.