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"What about boyfriends? Did she have anyone like Cody Radu?"
He shook his head. "Brandi didn't date. She hooked up with men at parties. Or so I hear. She ... wasn't an attractive girl. She had a certain kind of smarts, though. Feral cunning, I'd call it. She kept a tight hold on Ginny, wouldn't let her make other friends."
"Was she jealous of Cody? Maybe tried to break them up?"
"No. Like I said, she had a certain kind of smarts, and she knew a good thing when she saw it. To her, Cody was a good thing. He had money and, from what I hear, kept Ginny well supplied with alcohol and drugs, which she shared with Brandi."
"So Brandi relied on Ginny."
"And vice versa. You never saw the two of them apart."
Not even in death.
I FINISHED UP with Mulligan and left with a business card, as he jokingly promised to set me up with a "real bike" if I ever got tired of the Triumph. I had about an hour before my dinner with Michael Kennedy, so I retreated to the motel to do some research. I started with a call to Jaime, my necromancer contact, to see whether this ritual sounded like anything she knew.
Jaime Vegas was a celebrity spiritualist. She mainly did live shows these days, where she contacted the dead to reassure the living. Great gig for a necromancer ... except most times, Jaime faked it. She had to. The messages that the living need aren't necessarily the ones the dead want to impart.
There's one ghost whose messages Jaime does occasionally pass on. My mother's. Some necromancers have spirit guides, and my mother is Jaime's. She's not supposed to convey messages to Mom's loved ones--it's considered disruptive to both the living and the dead--but we bend the rules ... just not often enough to get Mom reassigned.
I consider Jaime a friend, even if she's over twice my age and I've known her since I was a kid. That's how it is with most of my really good friends. I grew up with these people. I sat backstage at Jaime's shows. I went to art galleries with Cassandra DuCharme, a four-hundred-year-old vampire. I spent summers with the werewolf Pack--Elena and Clay and Jeremy. It's a strange way to grow up, but I wouldn't have traded it for anything.
Jaime answered on the fourth ring. She sounded out of breath. I waited, not too worried that she was fleeing mortal danger or anything. If Jaime's out of breath, it's from overdoing it on the treadmill.
"I've been trying to get in touch with Paige," she said. "Has she already left for Hawaii?"
"Yep. Anything I can help with?"
"No, just council business. Hold on." I heard her muffled voice talking to someone. She came back with, "Sorry about that. So are you holding down the fort alone?"
"Actually not holding it down at all. I'm off on a case."
"Really? That's great. Where?"
"About an hour from Portland."
"Oh." She sounded disappointed, like she'd been hoping I was close enough to visit. "So you're going home at night, then?"
"No, staying in a motel. Getting some experience living on the road."
"That's a good idea. A great idea," she said, with more enthusiasm than it warranted. "With everyone else gone, you might as well have some fun. Take your time, too. You deserve a break."
"Uh, okay. Speaking of breaks, we're still on for New York later this month, right?"
"Absolutely."
"Great, now if you have a second, I've got a question for you."
"Sure."
I described the chalk marks and the silver object, and she said there were a few rituals that came to mind and asked me to send the pictures for a better look.
Then we talked about our trip for a few minutes. Summer was almost here, and I needed a new wardrobe, which meant a trip to New York with my favorite shopping buddy.
Going to New York to buy clothes is my one real indulgence. I'm independently wealthy--a phrase I've come to love, to Adam's unending annoyance.
My dad, being the scion of the Nast Cabal, left a fortune to his kids. Or to his sons, at least. My half brother Sean is sure our father had rewritten his will to add me when he discovered he had a daughter. Kristof Nast might have been a cold-blooded bastard, but he'd loved my mother and he loved his children. After his death, though, only the original will was found--the one dividing his estate between his two sons. My grandfather refuses to acknowledge me, so if there was a new will, I'm sure he got rid of it.
If Sean thought I should have been included, though, he was going to make sure I got my share. So he'd set up a trust fund for me with part of his own inheritance. Until I was twenty-five, it only paid an allowance-five thousand a month--but I reinvested most of that. My salary covered my daily expenses, and it didn't feel right, blowing my inheritance when it had come out of Sean's money.
