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sheer self-defense.
    The house was neat and small, the smallest in the neighborhood, but it had the largest yard. There was actually enough land on either side that even a Midwesterner would say it had a good-sized yard. The house looked like a place for kids to wait for daddy to come home, while mom rushed around in her power suit trying to fix dinner after a hard day’s work.
    For a moment I wondered if he’d actually taken me to his home, the one he shared with Frances. If so, it was a break in his pattern, and I didn’t like that. Why would he break his pattern? I knew he hadn’t found the bug, and he hadn’t touched my purse, which meant he didn’t know about the hidden camera in it. I was saving turning it on until we got to his love nest. He couldn’t know.
    Ringo was posted outside the Norton house watching over Mrs. Norton. If Alistair got too violent before we could get him in jail, Ringo was on his own best judgment over whether to intercede. I didn’t look around for Ringo. If he was here, I didn’t want to draw attention to him.
    Alistair opened the door for me, helping me out of the car. I let him because I was trying to think. I finally tried for honesty, sort of. “You sure you’re not married?”
    â€œWhy do you ask?”
    â€œThis looks like a house for a family.”
    He laughed and drew me into the circle of his arm. “No family, just me. I just moved in.”
    I looked up at him. “Are you buying with an eye for the future? Munchkins and the family thing?”
    He raised my hand to his lips. “With the right woman anything’s possible.”
    Lord and Lady, but he knew just how much carrot to dangle in front of most women. Imply that you could be the woman to tame him, make him settle down. Most women love that. I knew better. Men don’t settle down because of the right woman. They settle down because they are finally ready for it. Whatever woman they’re dating when they get ready is the one they settle down with, not necessarily the best one or the prettiest, just the one who happened to be on hand when the time got to be right. Unromantic, but still true.
    He’d moved out of his apartment. Why? Did it have something to do with Naomi Phelps leaving him abruptly? Did it make him nervous enough to move? Or had he been planning the move all along? No way to know without asking, and I couldn’t ask. As Alistair Norton ushered me through the door, I fought an urge to look back, to search for Jeremy and the rest. I knew my backup was out there. I knew because I trusted them. Alistair hadn’t driven fast enough to lose both vehicles. The van for the sound system and to hide Uther, and the car with Jeremy at the wheel in case they needed more maneuverability to follow Norton, or just to switch off so that he wouldn’t notice the same car behind him for too long. They were out there, listening to us. I knew that, but still I would have liked to have glanced back and seen them. Just sheer insecurity on my part.
    I felt the warding before the door opened. When I stepped over the threshold, power shivered over my skin. He noticed. “Do you know what you’re feeling?”
    I could have lied, but I didn’t. I’d like to say it was a hunch that Alistair would be pleased that I was a trained mystic, but that wasn’t it. I wanted him to know that I wasn’t helpless. “You’ve got the door warded,” I said. The air in the room pressed against my skin, and it was as if I couldn’t breathe deep enough, like there wasn’t enough air. I stepped off the tiled entryway, hoping the atmosphere would get better. It didn’t. If anything the atmosphere grew heavier, like wading into deeper water. Hot, close, skin-crawling water.
    I’d known he was powerful by the spells he’d laid on his wife and his mistress. But the amount of power that filled that empty living room was more than