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Still, I couldn’t fault Rahim for thoroughness. He performed his preflight check as impeccably and with the same attention to detail he’d given to his magic.
    Once he’d given the jet a complete external inspection, we climbed on and he made his way to the cockpit. I went to the back and stowed my gear in the small luggage compartment across from the bathroom. Since it was a four-hour flight, I’d brought along reading material—research on the djinn. I set it onto the seat next to me and strapped myself into one of the four passenger seats that were arranged in pairs facing each other.
    Either Rahim was a quick shopper, or he had talked someone into opening early. At ten o’clock, we were actually in the air. We would arrive at Midland, Texas, between two and three o’clock local time to refuel and get a late lunch, then fly from Midland to Treasure Island. And, since we were filing our flight plan like good little citizens, it would be spectacularly easy for our opponents to know precisely where we would be, and when.
    Not that that bothered me or anything.
    Sitting strapped into an admittedly luxurious leather seat in the passenger compartment of the jet, I tried to reassure and distract myself during takeoff by checking my weapons.
    Since we were on a private jet, I didn’t have to worry about what to pack—what I could legally take through airport security. I could go whole hog, and I had. My favorite gun, a Colt, was strapped in my shoulder holster; a Derringer backup piece was holstered on my ankle, my favorite knives were mounted in their wrist sheaths, and I’d filled my pockets with as many spell disks and balls as could comfortably fit. My jacket was stocked as well, with a stake, two One-Shot brand water pistols filled with holy water, and a garrote. I also had brought sunscreen, a hat, a little recorder similar to the one Rahim had used, my passport, and a couple of changes of clothes. I couldn’t pin down Rahim as to how long we were likely to be gone, or what our destinations after Treasure Island might be, so I’d overpacked in hopes of having what I would need. Like the Scouts, I believe in being prepared.
    We spent four uneventful hours in the air before landing in Midland. It was time for me to eat again and Rahim was hungry, so I slathered myself with sunscreen, slapped on my hat, and we walked the block and a half to the nearest fast-food roast beef restaurant.
    We were too late for the lunch crowd and too early for dinner, so we had the place to ourselves except for the staff. Since solids are a problem for me, Rahim and I split a pair of French dip sandwiches. He got the sandwiches, and I got the dip, along with a large Pepsi and a chocolate shake. I lusted after his curly fries, because they smelled absolutely awesome, but didn’t even bother trying to eat one. It is no fun having food get stuck in your esophagus.
    Sitting in our little yellow and orange plastic booth, I drank my shake and sipped au jus from the little white plastic cup you’re supposed to dip your sandwich in, all the while trying to pry more detailed information from the client.
    â€œOkay, say we go. You and your grandfather do your thing. Then what?”
    â€œIf the spells succeed, we will be able to trap Hasan in Florida, and this will all be over.”
    â€œIf you fail?”
    â€œIt should work.” Rahim sounded supremely confident. His body language, however, was less certain. Still, he plowed on, his voice firm. “At the very least, the spells will give me a link to Hasan and let me determine his location. In his current state, he will not be able to resist my spell binding him to his jar if I am physically in his presence.”
    I was persistent. “But if the spell doesn’t work?”
    He glared at me, dark eyes flashing. “I am the Guardian.”
    I didn’t say a word, just stared, willing him to be forthcoming. Eventually, and with