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‘You’re right,’ she said. ‘I haven’t.’
‘Not Malik al-Khan or the Earl, then?’
‘I look forward to seeing you again, Genevieve.’ She stepped into the corridor. ‘It should be interesting.’
The door closed with a gentle snick behind her.
Looked like there was another player in the game ... only I still wasn’t sure exactly what the game was.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Who was Ha
Curiouser and curiouser.
A knock interrupted my thoughts and I nudged my pad over the silver invitations. Katie stuck her head round the door and gri
‘Let me guess,’ I gri
Katie pulled a shock-horror face. ‘Would I be that shallow?’ She dropped a wad of napkins next to the cup.
‘In a heartbeat.’ I pulled the box towards me.
Smirking, Katie kicked off her flip-flops, folded one leg under her and sat. ‘So, did you see him, Gen?’
I nodded as I bit into my sandwich, crunching down on the extra-crispy bacon.
‘What was he like? What did he say? Did he have his leather coat on? Was he really sad? What are the police doing? Was Mr Hinkley okay?’ Katie was almost breathless with excitement.
Holding up my hand for silence, I swallowed. ‘Fine, not much, no, yes, nothing interesting, I think so.’
‘Ge
I licked mayo
‘But you are going to help him, aren’t you?’ She leaned on the desk. ‘His dad says he didn’t do it. What if he reallydidn’t do it? What if the police havegot the wrong man? Poor Melissa’s murderer would stillbe out there, wouldn’t he? And you’dbe the only one looking for him. You’ve got to find him.’
Mouth full, I waved my sandwich at her.
She lowered her voice. ‘Did you see the body? Was—’
The door opening interrupted her. Toni came in, notepad in hand. ‘I’ve fixed your phone, Honeybee.’ She placed it on the desk ‘And a job’s come in.’ She gri
I groaned. Gremlins would take all afternoon. Still at least they weren’t as bad as pixies. ‘Thanks Toni,’ I mumbled.
Toni leaned forward, her forehead creasing. ‘Is that bacon? You can’t eat bacon—there’s way too much salt in it.’ Her voice went up an octave. ‘What if you have to cracka spell?’ She made a grab for the sandwich.
‘Hey!’ I snatched it out the way. ‘That’s my lunch—a little bit of bacon’s not going to give me any trouble, Toni. I eat it all the time.’
She stopped, hand still outstretched. ‘You do?’
‘Toasted in a sandwich for breakfast,’ Katie chimed in. ‘BLT’s for lunch, ’cos the salad stuff is green and good for you.’ She ticked it off on her fingers. ‘And for di
‘You’d never know you worked in catering, would you?’
‘My God, Hon.’ Toni’s voice was horrified. ‘I knew you ate in the café, but don’t you evereat anything else but bacon? Does Stella know? She’s madder than a cornered cat if she catches us eating even so much as a crisp.’
I put the sandwich down and picked up the phone. ‘Toni, really, don’t worry. It’s not a problem for me.’ I turned on the phone and thumbed through to check my messages.
Toni shook her head doubtfully. ‘You really eat the stuff all the time?’
‘That and liquorice torpedoes—’ and, oh yeah, vodka, venom and blood, but I wasn’t going to mention that out loud.
I had a message from Alan Hinkley: he wanted to meet at midnight in Victoria Embankment Gardens before going to Old Scotland Yard, he’d found an informer, another fae, who would only talk to me. Um. I wasn’t sure if that was good news, bad news, or some sort of trap ... well, looked like I’d find out come midnight. Pursing my lips, I texted him back.
‘Maybe that’s why ...’ Toni paused and tapped her pad.
I looked up. ‘Why what?’
‘Why you can’t do witch-magic.’ She waved her fingers. ‘I’d better get back to the desk.’
I looked after her thoughtfully. Maybe Toni had a point. I’d have to try a few experiments.
Katie picked up my pad and gri
‘Katie—’
Katie’s face lit up even more. ‘These are so you can find the killer, aren’t they? Who gave them to you? No, wait, don’t tell me’—she held the silver oblongs up to the light and squinted at them—‘let me work it out.’
I gave up, prised the lid of the orange and took a sip. It tasted better than it had the previous day—but then, nothing tasted good when the venom cravings were at their worst. I stifled a shudder as I remembered Gazza: hopefully Katie would be able to put my mind at rest about what had happened to him.
‘So what happened to that new pot-washer?’ I asked. ‘Did Freddie sack him yet?’
‘Nah, the creep pulled a sickie.’ She turned one of the silver invitations over, studying it minutely. ‘Got his mum to phone in for him. Claimed he got beat up or something.’
Relief filtered through me. He’d run home, just as I’d told him to.
‘This one’—Katie flicked one of the invitations—‘is from the Earl. It’s got his name stamped on the back. And you can tell by the size of the sapphire. Did you know they’re made by dwarves in Iceland? And the sapphire’s from Ceylon. And they’re all limited editions. You’ve got number thirty-six out of one hundred here.’
‘You know way too much about the vamps,’ I mumbled past the last of my BLT.
She stuck her tongue out. ‘Now this one doesn’t have a name stamped on it, and I’ve never seen it on the website.’ She put the invitation back on the desk. ‘Guess what edition number it is?’
I shrugged, ‘Lucky thirteen?’
‘Wrong!’ She slid the oblong towards me. ‘Look.’
I leaned over and peered at it. Underneath the gemstone was engraved, 1/1.
She blew her fringe up. ‘That’s what’s called an original, I think. What d’you s’pose the stone is?’
I pushed the card back. ‘Jet, probably.’ Picking up the gremlin job details and my phone, I tucked them in my bag.
‘Nah, s’not jet. Its got little red splatters on it, like blood.’ She shot me an excited look. ‘Hey, I bet its bloodstone—that’s really cool.’
‘You get all this off the website?’
‘Yep.’ She held up both the invitations and waggled them. ‘So which one d’you think murdered Bobby’s girlfriend?’
My mouth fell open. ‘What?’
‘Well, one of them must’ve, else they wouldn’t have invited you. Murderers always want to find out what the detective knows, in case they’ve been twigged.’
‘Katie, I think the vamps are more interested in the fact that I’m sidhe.’
‘Yeah, yeah, I get the whole thing about humans tasting like water and fae like a fruit smoothie.’ She pulled her you’re-such-an-idiotface on me. ‘But you’ve always been sidhe, Ge