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No, but he could convey one. Only, apparently, he hadn’t, because I hadn’t gotten a call. That was a problem since, according to the Senate’s New York HQ, Marlowe was currently at Mircea’s Central Park apartment for some reason. And Mircea’s place was roughly three hours from Louis-Cesare’s. Which would be great if Claire’s little creative foray hadn’t taken place over two hours ago, and if I wasn’t in Brooklyn.
I tried mushing the pedal through the floor, but it would only go so far.
So I gave up and called Marlowe, or rather Mircea’s place, because I didn’t know his personal number.
Burbles of House Happiness answered, and was overjoyed to talk to me.
“Lady Dorina! How wonderful!”
“Dory. Is Louis-Cesare there?”
“No. I haven’t seen his lordship for, why, it must be almost a week now. Is he supposed to be here?”
“No. No, he is not. Is Marlowe?”
“Oh, yes. Lord Marlowe is entertaining tonight. Shall I tell him you’ll be joining us?”
I didn’t know why Marlowe was entertaining at Mircea’s apartment, or why he was entertaining at all. He was a spy, not a diplomat, and an abrupt bastard at the best of times. But I didn’t ask because I didn’t care.
“Can I talk to him?”
“Of a certainty. Give me a moment.”
He wandered off, and I got another call.
I answered it before looking at the screen, and damn it, I knew better. “Louis-Cesare?”
“James.”
Shit.
Guess he’d had time to clean up the mess.
“Uh, look, James, I can’t really talk right—”
“The hell you can’t. You destroy my crime scene and then you have the gall—”
“I didn’t destroy anything. Your own guys did that.”
“That’s not what they say—”
“Well, of course it’s not what they say. I bet they didn’t mention trying to beat me up as soon as the lights went out, either.”
“Their report says the opposite. That you almost killed them trying to get out the door!”
“I couldn’t even find the door, and you were there!”
“And didn’t see shit thanks to a couple thousand spells going off in my face!”
My phone beeped again.
“Hang on,” I told him.
“Hang on? Hang on? Don’t you dare—”
“Yes?” I asked the second line.
“Dory?”
