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The pocket of my suit coat vibrated - my cell phone. I wasn't thrilled to leave a mysteriously angry Breckenridge at my corner, especially among curious humans with notebooks and cameras, but neither did I want to talk to whoever might be calling me in front of those curious humans. Besides, I needed to move along to other parts of the grounds. There were blocks of Cadogan House fence yet to walk. The ringing phone offered me a handy excuse to step aside.
"Good night, gentlemen," I offered, and left them behind, still calling my name.
Slipping the buzzing cell phone from my pocket, I made a note to update Luc and Ethan on this latest Breckenridge development - right after I figured out what the hell was going on. Either we had an ignorant source who didn't know the difference between Brecks, or we had a bad source who didn't much care and was trying to lead us astray. I wasn't sure which was the worse possibility.
As I moved down the block, camera strobes still flashing behind me, I lifted the phone to my ear. The shouting began almost immediately.
I pressed a hand to my other ear. "Mallory? What's wrong?"
I managed to catch only a few words of her first volley - "Order," "Catcher," "magic,"
"Detroit," and what I guessed was the impetus for the phone call, the phrase "three months."
"Hon, I need you to slow down. I can't understand what you're saying."
The diatribe slowed, but she switched to a bevy of four-letter words that blistered even my jaded vampire ears.
" - and if that ass**le thinks I'm going to spend three months in Detroit at some kind of internship, he is seriously mistaken. Seriously! I swear to God, Merit, I'm going postal on the next person who so much as mutters the word 'magic.' "
That Catcher was the "asshole" was easy enough to guess, but the rest of it was a morass. "I'm playing catch-up here, Mal - Catcher wants to send you to Michigan for three months?"
I heard rhythmic breathing, like she was practicing La maze during a long contraction.
"He talked to someone from the Order. Apparently, union or not, the Order doesn't have a local in Chicago, notwithstanding the fact that we're the third-freaking-biggest city in the country. Anyhoo, not your problem, that's some kind of historical crap, and it's part of the reason he got kicked out, so they want to send me to Detroit so I can train with some official sorcerer-type to avoid the temptation of publicly using the magic I don't know how to use in the first place. It's ridiculous, Merit! Ridiculous!"
I kept walking, trying to pay some attention to my surroundings as she continued the rant. Handling stuff like this would be so much easier if I didn't have to worry about whether trolls or orcs were going to jump out from behind every lamppost. Ooh - that made me pause. Were there orcs in Chicago?
"I have to leave in two days!" she said. "And this is the real punch in the junk - no return trips to Chicago, no trips out of Detroit at all - until the internship is done."
"I'm not sure girls technically have 'junk,' " I observed, "but I take your point. Catcher has a history with the Order. Can't he arrange something?"
Mallory snorted. "I wish. Long story short, Catcher lost his seniority - and everything else - when he opted to stay in Chicago. That's apparently why they kicked him out - because he wanted to stay here, and they didn't buy that the Order needed a sorcerer, much less a local, in Chicago. He's a little low on pull at the moment. You know, it's a bitch there's no part-time sorcerer school," Mallory said. "Magic vo -tech or something.
Anything like that, hon ?"
I smiled at the pause in the conversation, the intermittent mumbling that indicated he'd been standing there while she referred to him as an ass**le. Given the workouts he'd been putting me through lately, I was happy to know he was taking some heat of his own. I mean, I understood the need to prepare me for the worst, especially since Celina had been released, but there's only so many times that a girl needs to squeak past the whistling blade of an antique samurai sword.
"Nope," she finally said.
"Huh," I said, half of my brain wondering about those details - the man was ornery and evasive whenever the Order came up - while the other half surveyed what looked like a gap in the hedge that lined the wrought-iron fence. I walked closer and picked at a couple of leaves that were barely visible in the beam of the overhead streetlight.
Fortunately, upon my expert inspection, it looked like a browning spot in the greenery, not the work of a saboteur or would-be burglar. I made a note to tell... well, I had no idea whom to tell, but I bet we had some kind of gardener.
"Are you paying attention to me? I'm pretty much having a huge crisis here, Mer."
"Sorry, Mal. I'm on duty, making my rounds outside." I kept walking, surveying the dark, empty street. Not too much going on once you got past the dozen paparazzi. "The Order's like a union, right? So can't you file a grievance or something about this Detroit trip?"
"Hmm. Good question. Catch, can we grieve this?"
I heard mumbled conversation.
"Can't grieve this," Mallory finally reported back. "But I'm supposed to leave in two days!
You need to get that cute butt back over here and comfort me. I mean, Detroit, Merit.
Who spends three months in Detroit?"
"The million or so citizens of Detroit would be a prelim guess. And I can't come by right now. I'm working. Can I get a rain check until after shift?"
"I guess. And FYI, Darth Sullivan is putting a crimp in our friendship. I know you're living over there now, but you should still be at my beck and call."
I snorted. "Darth Sullivan would disagree, but I'll do what I can."
"I'm heading for the Chunky Monkey," Mal said. "Ben and Jerry will hold me until you get here." She hung up before I could say goodbye, probably already two spoonfuls into a carton of ice cream. She'd be fine, I decided. At least until I could make it over there.
The rest of my shift passed by, thankfully, with no drama. While I was learning what I could, training when scheduled, and performing what felt like perfunctory guard duties, I had no illusions about my ability to handle the nasties that might come creeping out of the dark. Sure, I'd managed to stake Celina in the shoulder when she made her final stand against Ethan - but I'd been aiming for her heart. If something, or somethings, gathered the strength and bravado to attack Cadogan House, me and my sword were hardly going to scare them off. I considered myself more of a first-warning unit. I might not be able to fend off any bad guys, but I could at least alert the rest of the crew - the vastly more experienced crew - to the problem.
