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Once again, he gave no indication that he’d heard the somewhat surly thought. I released a frustrated breath and reminded myself yet again that there was a life at stake here. “Can you sense anything behind it?”
“No life, if that’s what you mean.” His gaze met mine. “But no death, either.”
I frowned. “If you can’t sense any life, maybe she simply met our killer here and they went elsewhere.”
“No. There is something here. It is similar in feel to the magic near Dorothy.”
I swung around and studied the battered, abandoned containers. I couldn’t see anything that jumped up and screamed magic, but then, I wasn’t as sensitive to the stuff as he was.
“Where, exactly?”
He pointed down the road, to the right. “It appears to be located near the containers behind that warehouse.”
The warehouse in question was big, old, and had been in disuse for some time if the state of the place was anything to go by. The remnants of the sign over the main entrance said HARTWELL SHIPPING in what must once have been bold red lettering.
“This is definitely the place.”
“It would seem so.”
We hurried toward the entrance. My shoes clicked noisily on the road surface and the sound seemed to echo across the odd hush that held the immediate area. It was almost as if the old buildings around us were holding their collective breath, waiting for something dramatic to happen. Trepidation continued to crawl across my skin, and I slowed.
“What?” Azriel said immediately.
“I don’t know.”
The nearby cyclone fence was topped with razor wire, which seemed a little extreme given the state of the entire area. It wasn’t like there was a lot here beyond rusting remnants, but maybe they were simply left over from the days when this was a thriving business park. There didn’t seem to be any other security measures present, either. And yet something about the place still felt off.
I heard a slight tick-tick, and walked closer to the fence. A piece of razor wire had been cut and swayed regularly in time to the breeze, and every time it touched the fence, it ticked. The damn fence was electrified. I walked down to the main gate. It was similarly protected.
“The gate doesn’t provide much of a barrier for the likes of us,” Azriel commented.
He touched my arm and drew me lightly toward him again, but this time I resisted. “Thanks, but I’ll get in there under my own steam.”
“I do not mind—”
“Yeah, but I do.” I wrapped my fingers around my purse and phone—they wouldn’t change unless there was skin-on-skin contact. “Especially if you’re going to keep using those moments to steal kisses.”
“That was wrong of me—”
“Yes, it was,” I cut in, then closed my eyes and called to the Aedh within. I was still pushing my limits strength-wise, and this was really the last thing I needed to do. But I wasn’t about to keep relying on Azriel to zap us around. Enough was enough. If he wanted distance, he was damn well going to get it.>No. There was amusement in Azriel’s mental tone. Although that can be arranged if you so wish.
If you get naked for her before you get naked for me, I’ll be more than a little annoyed.
I have already been naked with you.
Not nearly enough, I’m afraid.
“How can I help you?” the receptionist said.
“I need to speak to Charlie Tan,” I said, a touch more tartly than I probably should have. “We’re trying to trace the location of a woman who was recently a passenger in his cab.”
She frowned. “I’m afraid I can’t—”
Azriel made a small movement with his hand. “It is vital we find her.”
“Oh,” she said. “Okay. Hang on a sec.”
She spun away and picked up the phone. I glanced at Azriel. And just what happened there?
