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    â€œHer ex-lover, Alexei, is. But I doubt seriously she’d be going to see him,” Cal said. “Not when he’s sent his own welcoming committee out to kill her. She did mention she had a boyfriend who lived in New York City.”
    â€œYeah, and conveniently refused to give me a name. We need to get ahold of someone who would know where we could find out information about the demon population in the city.” Demi turned to Blaise and Katya. “Surely they like to gather and compare notes and commiserate about the humans and other paranorms dogging their footsteps.”
    â€œIt might be a long shot, but demons like to hang out at the Blue Martini,” Blaise said. “I know the bouncer there.”
    â€œThe bar the reporter was standing in front of on the newscast?” Cal asked.
    Blaise nodded. “That’s the one.”
    â€œUrsula showed interest in that newscast. Maybe she’s headed there.” Demi hooked her arm through Cal’s. “Let’s check it out.”
    Katya stuffed her cell phone back in her pocket and joined them. “Detective Thomas is issuing a BOLO on Ursula. Maybe one of the other agents will spot her and bring her in.”
    â€œGood.” Cal glanced at Blaise. “How far is the Blue Martini?”
    Blaise’s lips thinned. “Twenty city blocks from here.” He stared out the glass doors and the parking lot of traffic that hadn’t moved since the fire truck parked in front of the hotel. “We’ll have to walk several blocks before we stand a chance of catching a moving cab.”
    Pulling the collar of her leather jacket up around her ears, Demi hunched her shoulders and followed Blaise and Katya out into the waterlogged streets, the wind pushing against them as if trying to convince them to stay in the hotel where it was dry and warm.
    The two hours she’d managed to sleep were a distant memory to Demi with cold rain trickling down the back of her neck, soaking her on the outside as well as the inside of her coat. No, this wasn’t exactly what she’d pictured when Chief Warner suggested delivering a package to New York City and then taking a few days off. At this rate, they’d spend the entire weekend chasing the missing witness. Not only would they have failed at their job, they’d have the Paranormal Council angry at them and they would return to Chicago wet, tired and reprimanded.
    Six blocks later, having waded through knee-deep runoff, dodged through standstill traffic and being soaked thoroughly, the foursome finally found a cab driver just turning off his lights. Katya flashed her badge. “You can drive or we can commandeer this vehicle. Your choice.”
    Demi smiled at the kick-ass attitude of the mini-bombshell that was agent Katya Danske. The woman might look like a powder puff and maybe weighed all of a hundred pounds, but Demi bet that she could face-plant a man without breaking a sweat and she wasn’t afraid of paranorms or anything else.
    â€œWhat made you go into law enforcement?” Demi asked as she settled into the seat beside Katya. Cal sat beside her, and Blaise rode up front with the driver.
    Katya frowned, the movement making her even prettier and more intense. “I don’t like feeling helpless, and I don’t want others to feel helpless either.”
    Demi laughed. “You’re about as helpless as a rhinoceros on a tear.”
    Katya’s frown cleared and her lips lifted. “I was once. When my brother was kidnapped. No matter what we did or who we contacted, we couldn’t find him. My mother died of a broken heart. I didn’t want to live at the mercy of others. I joined the Chicago Police Department, got my training and moved to New York City.”
    Cal leaned forward. “I thought I recognized you. You came out of training onto the night shift right as I transferred into the Special Investigations