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Meantime, I said,  Dammit, again for good measure, and raked my hand through my hair again.  All
right, look, Faye. What s your last name?
 Kirkland. Why?
So I can look up your police records.  I like to know people s names when I agree to get in over my
head. Look. I will come talk to you and your friends, all right? My speech was getting more precise,
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indicating to me, if not to Faye, who, after all, didn t know me very well, that I really meant what I was
saying.  However, I want you to promise me that if, after speaking with you, I believe that what you have
to say might be of use to the university police department, you and your friends will come with me to talk
to them. Do we have a deal? The last words were so clipped that Faye s eyes widened again.
 Okay. Honest, I don t think it ll be any help, but if we are, yes, okay, I promise. Swear to God, if she d
had a tail she would ve wagged it. I dropped my chin to my chest.
 All right. All right, fine. Dammit, I added again for good measure.  Where should I meet you?
 We ll be at the reading room for the graduate library on campus at seven tonight. Can you come then?
I stood up.  I don t get off work until seven. Is it okay if I m late?
Faye nodded, backing up so she could abandon the narrow shelving area for the slightly roomier front
counter.  It ll be fine. Maybe you shouldn t come in uniform. She gave me a critical sideways glance
that took the wind right out of the She Who Was Not To Be Messed With mindset.
 Maybe I should, I said.  It might make people more willing to talk to the university police, if I m not
scary.
Faye eyed me dubiously.  If you think so, she said with such exaggerated politeness that I knew I d be
succumbing to peer pressure. I closed my eyes momentarily and scolded myself for being a weenie, then
put on a fake smile.
 Or not. Okay. I ll see you tonight, then.
Faye beamed, tongue lolling out just like a retriever s. Well, no, but boy, she looked happy.  Thank you,
Officer Walker. We ll see you tonight.
 It s Joanne, I said, resigned, and let myself out to the jangling of bells. Morrison was going to kill me.
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CHAPTER NINE
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Friday, June 17, 5:15p.m.
I rapped twice on Morrison s door frame, cautious taps, and said,  Captain? before screwing my face up
in a wince. Knocking was about the sum total of politeness Morrison could typically expect from me.
Bringing his title into the conversation before it even began gave him warning to be wary.
And the look he gave me as he glanced up from paperwork was, indeed, wary.  What do you want?
I sighed and hunched my way into his office even though there d been no invitation issued.  I am not
investigating Cassandra Tucker s death, I offered as my initial foray.
Morrison s eyebrows beetled down.  But I was wondering if we knew anything else about it yet. I set
my teeth together in a grimace and added,  A friend of hers approached me today.
 Approached you. Morrison got up from his desk and walked around me, closing the door with a final-
sounding click. I watched him over my shoulder as he stood there with his mouth held in a thick purse,
then jerked my gaze forward again as he turned back around.  Sit, he said from behind me, and I did as
he went back to his desk.  Approached you, he repeated.
I sank down into the chair and pressed my fingertips against my eyelids, speaking into the cover my
palms made.  While I was on patrol. She said&  I trailed off long enough to sigh, then lifted my
eyebrows over the protective steepling of my fingers, eyes still closed.  She said she d had a dream about
me and she was waiting for me. She wanted me to meet some of Cassandra s friends tonight.
 A dream. Morrison s voice sounded exactly like mine would have in his position: exasperated,
frustrated, and annoyed. I felt sorry for him. I d have felt sorry for myself, too, except world-weary
resignation seemed to have overcome the self-pity. Morrison dragged in a deep breath and said,  You re
telling me this because& ?
I dropped my fingers to look at him.  Because you told me specifically to stay away from this case, and
whether you believe it or not, I m actually trying to follow orders. Except the case may not want to stay
away from me.
 A case, Morrison said through his teeth,  is not something that makes choices about who it s assigned
to, Walker.
 No, sir, not normally. I d spent the better part of the day since encountering Faye trying to find a way
around having this conversation with Morrison. The only alternatives I could come up with were
considerably worse than having it. Somehow the inevitability made me less antagonistic than I usually
would have been.  But under the circumstances, I don t really think it s coincidence that this girl came to
me.
 Under what circumstances?
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I turned my hands palm-up, a shrug, and said,  Me.
Tension spilled through Morrison s expression, aging him years in a few seconds. I looked away,
uncomfortable with seeing him look so defeated.  What the hell is that supposed to mean? he said, but
we both knew the growl in his voice was only for show. I pressed my lips together, daring to glance back
at him, but only for a moment. He still looked aged and unhappy.
 It means something s wrong with Cassandra Tucker s death, sir. I really didn t want to say I think
magic may have been involved, sir, and I was pretty sure Morrison didn t want me to say it, either.
He didn t let the possibility of clarification linger on the air, snapping,  Of course something s wrong.
She was twenty years old and ended up dead in a locker room. There s nothing right about it.
 That s not what I mean, Captain. I didn t want to push it any more than that, but I felt like I had to at
least say that much.  I d like your permission to go talk to her friends.
He gave me a baleful glare.  Are you going to do it anyway?
 Yeah, I admitted,  but at least I m trying to be aboveboard here, Morrison. Doesn t that count for
anything?
He sighed explosively.  They re doing an autopsy. It s being investigated as a homicide. Right now that s
all I know. He clenched his jaw, muscle working.  Get back to me if you learn anything.
I said,  Yes, sir, and got the hell out of his office before we were forced to acknowledge the elephant in
the room.
Friday, June 17, 7:25p.m.
The graduate library s reading room was dim and dark, which wasn t unusual. What was unusual was
that the dimness came not from clouds overhead, but from smoky torches that couldn t possibly meet fire
code. I hung in the doorway, squinting into smoke and trying to get the lay of the land before anyone
noticed me, but Faye clapped her hands, letting out a squeal of delight.  You came! I knew you d come!
This is Joanne Walker, everyone. She s the one I dreamed about. Her voice lowered portentously with
the last several words, but I was the only one who seemed to notice.
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