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He smiled. "Next time I suspect it'll be Janah doing the ducking. I'll admit, I'm envious. I've always been curious about the angels."
"Well, keep helping me and you'll probably meet one yourself. Might not be what you expect, though."
I told him about Trsiel. His brows arched.
"From what I've heard, they're usually more...otherworldly," he said.
"Maybe he's playing up the human side for my benefit."
I peered across the room. While I'd been telling him about the case, dawn had erupted into daybreak. I finished my story, then promised to return for another update when I could.
I found Jaime in her condo, awake earlier than I would have expected. She sat on the living-room floor, in front of the TV, following along with a Pilates tape. She was balancing on her rear, legs up and crossed at the ankles.
"Christ," I said. "I'm dead three years and that crap's still alive?"
Jaime thumped over backward, legs still entwined in a position that looked damned uncomfortable. She peered up at me, eyes narrowing.
"That reminds me," I said. "Something I forgot to ask you yesterday."
"How to approach a necro without scaring the shit out of her?"
"Uh, right." I took a seat on the sofa arm as she untangled her l
imbs. "Might seem obvious, but it isn't. I can't phone first. Can't knock. Can't even walk loudly. I could sing...no, that's pretty scary, too. How about one of those discreet, throat-clearing coughs? Read about them all the time, but never tried it myself."
"Just make noise. Any noise. Preferably not right at my ear."
"I've always preferred the element of surprise, but I'll give it a shot." I walked to the TV and made a face at the screen. "I can't believe this crap is still around. Doesn't it put you to sleep?"
"It relaxes me. Gets the tension out."
"So does kickboxing. More useful, too. What do you get from this...besides bored?"
Her eyes narrowed to slits, like she was trying to figure out whether I was making fun of her. When she decided I wasn't, she relaxed and shrugged.
"It keeps me toned."
"So does kickboxing. And it's a damned sight more practical, too. Some guy jumps you in an alley, what are you going to do? Assume the lotus position?"
"The lotus position isn't Pilates. It's--" She shook her head, then flicked off the tape, and grabbed her water bottle. "And what do you need, Eve? I assume you aren't here playing personal trainer."
"Looking for intel, for the next part of my quest. I need to find the Nix's last partner."
Jaime gave a slow nod. "Okay. So she's dead?"
"Probably not. This time I need your hands, not your necro know-how. There's a serious lack of Internet service providers in the ghost world."
"So you need me to search and find a suspect--"
I shook my head. "Just search and print, based on some criteria I'll give you. That should square us for yesterday's haunter extermination job. After that, we'll work out payment as we go along."
"You don't need to repay me for something like this. Consider it my karmic payback."
"Uh-uh. Pay as you go, that's my way."
Jaime studied me for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. So what will you do with this last partner? Get her to tell you about the Nix?"
I slid onto the seat cushions. "Bit more mystical than that. The hosts are still linked to the Nix. They see images of her, what's she's doing, stuff like that. Those images can then be passed to me through an angel."
