Unperfect Souls

A typically Boston juxtaposition greeted me at the other end. On one side of the cha

Despite the cold, I walked through the financial district, then Chinatown, then the theater district. The subway was not the direct route to the Guildhouse and didn’t let off particularly near it anyway. Being chilled waiting in a subway tu

The forbidding presence of the Guildhouse loomed over Park Square. The winter sun bleached the gray stone almost white. Dana

Under normal circumstances, I would have challenged the guards and the receptionists for the fun of it. Not so long ago, being barred entrance galled me, but lately, that wasn’t mattering to me so much. I wasn’t the Guild investigator I once was. I was okay with that. Being a Guild investigator didn’t appeal to me anymore anyway. I called Keeva macNeve on my cell.

“I’m downstairs and need to talk to you,” I said, when she picked up.

“And if I say no?” she asked.

“No games, Keev. I’m not in the mood.”

“Fine. I’ll tell them to let you through.”

As she hung up, nearby brownie guards shifted positions, and two led me inside. They escorted me in silence up to the Community Liaison floor and left me in the reception area. The young wood fairy behind the desk stared at me with her pale green eyes as if she had never seen a druid before. I didn’t wait for her to say anything but went down the hall to Keeva’s office.

Keeva was typing aggressively at her computer but threw me a brief glance. I sat while she finished, then she turned to me with a sly smile. “I have to say I’m impressed you came in here.”

I smiled cordially. “That’s high praise coming from you.”

She shook her head. “You do realize the entire building went on alert when you walked in?”

“I’m flattered.”

She snorted. “Yes, I guess you would consider it flattering that people are afraid you’ll cause an interdimensional meltdown.”

I gri

She shook her head again. “I know better, Co

“I found a leanansidhe in the Weird,” I said.

She arched an eyebrow. “Oh? I thought you were dating that Meryl Dian person.”

I frowned with amusement. Meryl was not Keeva’s favorite person. The feeling was mutual. “I’m serious. You should send someone down.”

She sighed. “There you go again, telling me how to do my job. We’re stretched thin with all the new security. Frankly, if we’ve got a leanansidhe down there, she’ll probably save us from arresting a few people.”

“That is so not fu

She shrugged. “Co

“That’s because the Dead are killing them. They’re defending themselves.”

She rubbed her neck. “And whose fault is that, I wonder?”

I pulled in my chin. “Are you really going to lay that on me? I stopped whatever was happening on Samhain. If I hadn’t closed the veil, we’d have a bigger problem than the Dead.”

Keeva looked doubtful. “Let’s see: an underQueen of Faerie died, your old partner Dylan died, several dozen fey and humans died in the rioting, you destroyed a possible way back to Faerie, and, oh, by the way, the Dead of TirNaNog are roaming the streets of Boston. Next time you feel like helping, Co

I slouched in the chair. It sounded pretty awful when she put it like that, but, really, it wasn’t my fault. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t. “Don’t change the subject. I can’t believe I told you there’s a leanansidhe out there, and you’re not itching to hunt it down yourself.”

A conflicted look came over her. “I’m too busy. If I can, I’ll get an agent to help your buddy Murdock for a day or two, but no guarantees.”

“Busy? It’s a leanansidhe, Keeva. You can’t tell me you’re not concerned or interested.”

She pursed her lips. “Is there anything else, Co

Keeva’s body signature rippled. I tapped my essence-sensing ability and sensed a thin layer of additional essence around her. “Are you wearing a glamour, Keeva?”

Her eyebrows drew together. “It’s rude to look at my essence without permission.”

“You are wearing a glamour! I’ve known you for years, Keeva macNeve. I know what your body signature looks like. Why are you wearing a glamour?”

She became decidedly uncomfortable. “I don’t want people asking me about my health, Co

I leaned forward, concerned. Genuinely. Keeva and I didn’t agree on a lot of things, but I didn’t hate her enough to wish her ill. “Are you all right? Have you seen Gillen Yor?”

She pulled herself in toward the desk. “Co

She had taken some serious essence hits in the last few months. I had walked in on her exam at Avalon Memorial a few weeks earlier and seen the damage. Dana

Ryan macGoren was powerful, but essence sensing was not an ability Dana

“That’s even more off base. If I promise to send someone down to the Weird, will you drop it?”

“Okay.” Keeva’s temper was short normally, but she was more on edge than usual. Actively helping the human police force against fey people couldn’t be sitting well with her. Keeva might enjoy the privileges of her position, but she was still fey and took pride in that.

I changed the subject. “Any idea when this curfew is going to end?”

“That’s Commissioner Murdock’s call. The Guild board supports his decisions.”

“And you agree with it?” I asked.

She sighed with impatience. “I don’t have to agree with it. Ryan is Acting Guildmaster, and I act under his direction. It’s the job.”

She didn’t say she agreed with it. “Since when is Ryan Acting Guildmaster? I didn’t hear he was named.”

She shrugged. “He is in everything but name. Eagan hasn’t gotten around to making it official.”

I was tempted to tell her he wouldn’t be getting around to it anytime soon, but I had irritated her enough. Besides, I got what I came for—a quasi promise to deal with the leanansidhe.

I stood. “Well, good luck to him if that’s what Eagan decides. I’ll let you get on with black-booting the Weird now.”

“You’re an ass, Co