I recalled Jaime mentioning earlier that she'd be in Sacramento for a couple of shows this week, and when we got to her apartment, the note she'd left confirmed she was already gone. She'd even penciled in her schedule in both local and Pacific time, to avoid confusion.
"Very considerate," Kris said.
"Unless she thinks I'm the one lacking a few brain cells."
He laughed. "There are probably misconceptions on both sides." He peered down at the paper. "So her show finished an hour ago, with nothing scheduled before or after. Either she's still at the theater, or she's headed back to her hotel."
"For which we have a name, but no room number, which she probably didn't know at the time. She says it'll be a suite on one of the top floors. That should narrow it down… I hope."
"Do you want to take that, then? And I'll search the theater."
I agreed, and we left.
Chapter 38
BEING A GHOST SEARCHING THROUGH HOTEL ROOMS at eleven P.M. has its drawbacks— namely unwitting voyeurism. It wouldn't be so bad if I could have picked up something useful—a new technique, a new position, a new game—but it was all pretty pedestrian stuff. Even the businessmen who'd sprung for high-class hookers weren't doing anything that they probably couldn't have done at home with their wives. That made me wonder how many halves—or wholes—of these copulating couples had a wife or husband or lover at home, and what they thought they were doing, risking that relationship simply for a momentary change of pace… and change of face.
I finished the first floor of suites, climbed to the second, stepped into the first room… and found the Nix and Jaime kneeling across from each other, a host of necromancy implements between them.
"Hey!" I said, racing toward them. "What the hell are you doing?"
The Nix's gaze flicked my way, then turned back to Jaime, who was nibbling her lower lip, staring down at the necromantic altar.
"I'm not—I'm really uncomfortable with this," Jaime said.
"No shit!" I said, planting myself over the altar. "If this is what it looks like—Damn it, Jaime, that's the Nix—the demi-demon I've been chasing."
Jaime kept chewing her lip. I reached to shake her shoulder, but, of course, my fingers passed right through. So I got in her face—literally—ducking down and putting my face a scant inch from hers.
"Hello! Anybody in there?"
The Nix laughed.
Jaime's head shot up. "What?"
"You're sitting with a murdering demi-demon, that's what—" I began.
"Nothing," the Nix said. "I was just thinking that I don't blame you for not trusting me. Hell, I don't blame anyone for not trusting me."
"No shit," I said. "That's what happens when you're an evil—"
"I did a lot of horrible things in my life," the Nix continued. "But I did one good thing, too—"
"Bullshit."
"—and that good thing is all that matters to me now."
"Savannah," Jaime said with a soft sigh.
My gut went cold.
"I need to protect her, Jaime," the Nix continued. "And I would love to be able to do that on my own, but I can't. I tried. God knows, I've tried."
I stared at the Nix and, for a moment, hearing those words, I saw myself sitting there… which was exactly what Jaime was seeing. The glamour spell. Shit!
"Trsiel!" I shouted.
The Nix fought back a smile.
Jaime exhaled a deep sigh. "Okay, let's get this over with. But if you double-cross me, Eve—"
"I won't," the Nix said. "Give me your body long enough to catch this bitch, and I'll give it to you with all the spook-busting credits you'll ever want."
I lunged at the Nix. Yet even though she was in spirit form, I passed right through her and landed across the floor.
I mentally called for Trsiel again, then recited a quick communication spell, putting in a desperate call to Kristof. I knew it wouldn't work—he'd never been able to master this piece of high-level witch magic—
but I had to try anyway. The Nix had erected some kind of barrier against me, but maybe Kris could get through and either warn Jaime or stop the ritual.
Jaime had barely finished the first invocation when Kristof popped into the room, facing Jaime and the Nix, his back to me.
"You rang?" he began, then stopped. "What the hell?"
"That's not me," I said as I hurried up beside him.
"Of course it isn't," he said. "It's the Nix, but what—"
"She's cast a glamour spell to look like me, and convinced Jaime to let me—her—possess her. I can't stop them, and Jaime can't hear me. Some kind of spell—"
"Jaime," Kristof said sharply as he strode toward the two.
She didn't turn.
"Jaime!" he said, then bent over her and looked into her eyes. "Goddamn it!"
He turned to me, opened his mouth to say something, then twisted fast and launched himself at the Nix, trying to catch her off guard. He flew through her and tumbled to the floor.
"What kind of spell has she—?" I began.
"Not the Nix. It's Jaime—she's put up a necromantic barrier to block interference from other spirits. The Nix probably told her to."
"So what can we—"
"Do?" Jaime said, rising to her feet. "Nothing, witch. You can do nothing."
I blinked. The Nix had disappeared—into Jaime.
"Where is she?" I said. "If you've—"
"Oh, don't worry about the necromancer. This isn't about her."
Before I could answer, Trsiel appeared, landing in front of me with his back to Jaime—the Nix. His gaze darted first to Kristof, then to me.
"Ah, the angel," the Nix said. "Better late than never, hmmm?"
Trsiel spun, saw Jaime, and frowned back at me. "What's she—?"
"I was just about to tell Eve what I'm doing with this body," the Nix said. "Of course, I could surprise her, but that would quite ruin things. How much better that she should know exactly what I have in mind… so when it comes to pass, she can know that she failed to stop me."
"Very considerate," Kris said.
"Unless she thinks I'm the one lacking a few brain cells."
He laughed. "There are probably misconceptions on both sides." He peered down at the paper. "So her show finished an hour ago, with nothing scheduled before or after. Either she's still at the theater, or she's headed back to her hotel."
"For which we have a name, but no room number, which she probably didn't know at the time. She says it'll be a suite on one of the top floors. That should narrow it down… I hope."
"Do you want to take that, then? And I'll search the theater."
I agreed, and we left.
Chapter 38
BEING A GHOST SEARCHING THROUGH HOTEL ROOMS at eleven P.M. has its drawbacks— namely unwitting voyeurism. It wouldn't be so bad if I could have picked up something useful—a new technique, a new position, a new game—but it was all pretty pedestrian stuff. Even the businessmen who'd sprung for high-class hookers weren't doing anything that they probably couldn't have done at home with their wives. That made me wonder how many halves—or wholes—of these copulating couples had a wife or husband or lover at home, and what they thought they were doing, risking that relationship simply for a momentary change of pace… and change of face.
I finished the first floor of suites, climbed to the second, stepped into the first room… and found the Nix and Jaime kneeling across from each other, a host of necromancy implements between them.
"Hey!" I said, racing toward them. "What the hell are you doing?"
The Nix's gaze flicked my way, then turned back to Jaime, who was nibbling her lower lip, staring down at the necromantic altar.
"I'm not—I'm really uncomfortable with this," Jaime said.
"No shit!" I said, planting myself over the altar. "If this is what it looks like—Damn it, Jaime, that's the Nix—the demi-demon I've been chasing."
Jaime kept chewing her lip. I reached to shake her shoulder, but, of course, my fingers passed right through. So I got in her face—literally—ducking down and putting my face a scant inch from hers.
"Hello! Anybody in there?"
The Nix laughed.
Jaime's head shot up. "What?"
"You're sitting with a murdering demi-demon, that's what—" I began.
"Nothing," the Nix said. "I was just thinking that I don't blame you for not trusting me. Hell, I don't blame anyone for not trusting me."
"No shit," I said. "That's what happens when you're an evil—"
"I did a lot of horrible things in my life," the Nix continued. "But I did one good thing, too—"
"Bullshit."
"—and that good thing is all that matters to me now."
"Savannah," Jaime said with a soft sigh.
My gut went cold.
"I need to protect her, Jaime," the Nix continued. "And I would love to be able to do that on my own, but I can't. I tried. God knows, I've tried."
I stared at the Nix and, for a moment, hearing those words, I saw myself sitting there… which was exactly what Jaime was seeing. The glamour spell. Shit!
"Trsiel!" I shouted.
The Nix fought back a smile.
Jaime exhaled a deep sigh. "Okay, let's get this over with. But if you double-cross me, Eve—"
"I won't," the Nix said. "Give me your body long enough to catch this bitch, and I'll give it to you with all the spook-busting credits you'll ever want."
I lunged at the Nix. Yet even though she was in spirit form, I passed right through her and landed across the floor.
I mentally called for Trsiel again, then recited a quick communication spell, putting in a desperate call to Kristof. I knew it wouldn't work—he'd never been able to master this piece of high-level witch magic—
but I had to try anyway. The Nix had erected some kind of barrier against me, but maybe Kris could get through and either warn Jaime or stop the ritual.
Jaime had barely finished the first invocation when Kristof popped into the room, facing Jaime and the Nix, his back to me.
"You rang?" he began, then stopped. "What the hell?"
"That's not me," I said as I hurried up beside him.
"Of course it isn't," he said. "It's the Nix, but what—"
"She's cast a glamour spell to look like me, and convinced Jaime to let me—her—possess her. I can't stop them, and Jaime can't hear me. Some kind of spell—"
"Jaime," Kristof said sharply as he strode toward the two.
She didn't turn.
"Jaime!" he said, then bent over her and looked into her eyes. "Goddamn it!"
He turned to me, opened his mouth to say something, then twisted fast and launched himself at the Nix, trying to catch her off guard. He flew through her and tumbled to the floor.
"What kind of spell has she—?" I began.
"Not the Nix. It's Jaime—she's put up a necromantic barrier to block interference from other spirits. The Nix probably told her to."
"So what can we—"
"Do?" Jaime said, rising to her feet. "Nothing, witch. You can do nothing."
I blinked. The Nix had disappeared—into Jaime.
"Where is she?" I said. "If you've—"
"Oh, don't worry about the necromancer. This isn't about her."
Before I could answer, Trsiel appeared, landing in front of me with his back to Jaime—the Nix. His gaze darted first to Kristof, then to me.
"Ah, the angel," the Nix said. "Better late than never, hmmm?"
Trsiel spun, saw Jaime, and frowned back at me. "What's she—?"
"I was just about to tell Eve what I'm doing with this body," the Nix said. "Of course, I could surprise her, but that would quite ruin things. How much better that she should know exactly what I have in mind… so when it comes to pass, she can know that she failed to stop me."
