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away. I didn’t want to look at Corvin’s smiling, toothy, face, at the fedora perched on his head. Someone was in the photo with him, but only their shoulder and arm remained, tucked under Corvin’s. I wondered who had been with him, where the photo had been taken.
    “And when was the last time you saw him?”
    I thought hard, hoping that I looked like I was trying to remember and not like I creating an alibi. “Friday, I guess?”
    “Was he with anyone else?”
    “Yes,” I said, uncertainty making my voice waver. How much more was safe to say? “His coven. Two women, another man. If you’re not a cop, why are you looking for him?”
    The guy stopped and looked straight at me. I’d never seen eyes so cold, so calculating. I shifted uncomfortably under those eyes and he tracked the movements like a fucking snake, his pupils moving in tiny little darts.
    “A lot of people are looking for him, Mr. White,” he said coldly. “Do you know where he is?”
    My stomach and heart banged into one another. Or at least it felt like that, as my heart dropped and my guts rolled up into my throat. Nonetheless, my voice steadied when I answered.
    “No,” I said. “But I hope he shops elsewhere. He’s a douche bag.”
    The guy laughed, startling me, and making Dahlia jump. She took the opportunity to slide off her stool.
    “I’m gonna... “ she tilted her chin towards the door and I nodded.
    “Sure, Dahl,” I said, giving her a bright smile like I didn’t have a care in the world. La la la. Morgan’s body was thirty feet away. “I’ll be over shortly.”
    “Kay,” she said and made a hasty exit, glancing nervously over her shoulder as she slid through the door.
    I looked back at the guy and found that he wasn’t laughing anymore. Now he just watched me, his eyes shiny and sharp. I swallowed hard without meaning to and he watched, the corner of his mouth twitching ever so slightly.
    “Interesting store you have here,” he said without looking away from me.
    “Thanks.”
    “Are you a witch too?” he asked bluntly.
    “No,” I said slowly. “I’m not anything.”
    “You’re nothing,” he said, so neutrally that I couldn’t tell if he was asking me or telling me.
    “I didn’t get your name,” I said. My insides boiled and rolled, my heart felt seconds away from exploding.
    He smiled again and reached into his pocket, pulling out a silver case, from which he extracted a single white business card. He held it out to me and I hesitated before I accepted it.
    “Call,” he said. “If you happen to see him. Or any of them, really. Any of them will do.”
    “For what?” I asked but he didn’t answer and he didn’t smile. He just gazed levelly at me for a beat and then flounced out the door.
    I exhaled, my breath leaving me in a gasp. I looked at the business card in my shaking hand.
    Jonathan Weber, Attorney at Law , it read, embossed in black . Bradley, Brown, and Associates . Below that, only a phone number with an unfamiliar area code.
    A lawyer? Really?
    Not fucking weird at all.
     
    Ten minutes later I reclined in Dahlia's chair with a hot towel wrapped around my face while her hands worked flowery scented soap through my hair. My heart finally stopped pounding and I let my shoulders drop down, exhaling deeply through my mouth.
    “Are you okay?” Dahlia asked softly. Her small, pretty face hovered over mine. She rubbed her soothing fingers into the nape of my neck and I almost moaned.
    “Yeah,” I said, closing my eyes.
    “What was that about?”
    “Dunno. Those witches that were in town last week, I guess.”
    “Ebron... “ she paused, tugging my hair a bit and I opened my eyes.
    “What?” I asked.
    I saw the hesitation in her eyes, in the way she gnawed at her cheek.
    “Do they have something to do with your work?”
    “No,” I said, leaning into the way she pressed on my temples, how the warm towels felt wrapped around my neck. “I mean, I sold them some stuff but—”
    Her hands