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“Oh my freaking god,” she said, the words a single roller coaster of sound. “That was Clint freaking Howard.”
“So I heard. You’re amazing, and he recognized it.” I gave her a poke. “You’re going places, kid.”
“I’d like to go to that spot in Hyde Park,” she said, then narrowed her gaze at me. “You don’t think your mom had anything to do with this, do you?”
“Arranging murals? No. She loves you like her own kid, but that’s not really her style.”
But my father? Entirely possible. Vampires loved making deals, although I had no idea what an art gallery owner would want from the Master of a House of vampires. And besides, “You have the talent. You don’t need anyone making calls for you.”
“Thank you,” she said, and before I could respond, she’d wrapped her arms around me. “Thank you,” she repeated.
“You’re welcome.”
***
Two more hours of chatting, of deciphering paintings, of reading artist statements... and I was done and ready to be somewhere else. This wasn’t my scene.
But because Lulu deserved my support, I put on a smile when she came toward me, the light in her eyes still as bright as it had been when we’d walked through the door. It was the happiest I’d seen her since I’d returned to Chicago a few months ago. Maybe she’d finally found her place—a place where she belonged. That possibility lifted a weight I hadn’t known I’d been carrying.
“Hey,” she said, and gestured to a group of people behind her. “So Clint asked if I want to go get drinks with him and a few of the others.” There was hope in her eyes. “I don’t want to bail on you, but...”
“Go,” I said. “Absolutely go.”
“You’re sure you don’t mind?”
“Not at all. But take an Auto home.”
“Oh, of course.” She leaned in. “He wants us to talk about art and installations and—oh my god, Lis. What if this is my moment?”
I squeezed her into a hug. “There will be a million moments, Lulu. But yeah, this could be one of them.” I let her go and grinned as she blew out a breath and tried not to look too eager. Then she joined the others, leaving me alone beneath a pinpoint light.
My screen beeped, and I pulled the slender and signaling rectangle of glass from my pocket and checked the display. It was a call from Roger Yuen, Chicago’s supernatural Ombudsman and my boss. I was an associate Ombud, and new to the team, so I answered it quickly.
“Hey, Elisa,” he said. “I know it’s your night off, and I’m really sorry for the interruption, but we have an emergency.”
“Just a minute,” I told him. “Let me get somewhere quiet.” I walked outside as Lulu’s group began discussing where to find the city’s best craft cocktails.
When I reached a small grassy area a dozen feet away, where metal sculptures made from old tractor parts hulked in the grass, I lifted up the screen.
“Okay,” I said. “What’s going on?”
“I need you to rescuesomeone.”
TWO
Adrenaline, prompted by those words, was like a comfy sweater. “Who needs rescuing?”
“One of my informants. She’s in trouble. I’m going to keep it brief because we need to hurry. And I’ll apologize for dumping this on you and Theo; I’m on childcare duty tonight and don’t have time to arrange for a sitter.”
“I understand. No worries. You’ve talked to Theo?”
“The timing there is... sensitive,” he said. “But I sent him a message. He should be on his way to you. Shit—I assume you’re still at the gallery with Lulu, right?”
I had no idea what “sensitive timing” involved my partner tonight, but I’d find out soon enough. “Yeah, I’m outside. Give me the basics.”
“I’ll send you some docs,” he said, “but her name’s Rose Doerman. She’s a sympath. She can manipulate others’ emotions. It’s like vampire glamour but dialed in, and usually less powerful. She lives in Edentown, Illinois.”
Edentown was southeast of Chicago, a town perched at the edge of the Illinois-Indiana border. It was a 1960s development built for commuters to Chicago who wanted plenty of space between themselves and their day jobs.
