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- “Bob,” I said, “take a look around. Tell me what did this.”
- The skull spun obediently and promptly said, “Something strong.”
- Murphy gave me an oblique look.
- “Oh, bite me,” I told her. “Bob, I need to know if you can sense any residual magic.”
- “Ungawa, bwana,” Bob said. He did another turnaround, this one slower, and the orange eyelights narrowed.
- “Residual magic?” Murphy asked.
- “Anytime you use magic, it can leave a kind of mark on the area around you. Mostly it’s so faint that sunrise wipes it away every morning. I can’t always sense it.”
- “But he can?” Murphy asked.
- “But he can!” Bob agreed. “Though not with all this chatter. I’m working over here.”
- I shook my head and picked up the phone again.
- “Yes,” said Billy. He sounded harried, and there was an enormous amount of background noise.
- “I’m at your apartment,” I said. “I came here looking for Georgia.”
- “What?” he said. “Your apartment,” I said louder.
- “Oh, Harry,” Billy said. “Sorry—this phone is giving me fits. Eve just talked to Georgia. She’s here at the resort.”
- I frowned. “What? Is she all right?”
- “Why wouldn’t she be?” Billy said. Someone started shrieking in the background. “Crap, this battery’s dying. Problem solved; come on up. I brought your tux.”
- “Billy, wait.” He hung up. I called him back and got nothing but voice mail.
- “Aha!” Bob said. “Someone used that wolf spell the naked chick taught to Billy and the Werewolves, back over there by the bedroom,” he reported. “And there were faeries here.”
- I frowned. “Faeries. You sure?”
- “One hundred percent, boss. They tried to cover their tracks, but the threshold must have taken the zing out of their illusion.”
- I nodded and exhaled. “Dammit.” Then I strode into the bathroom and hunkered down, pawing through the rubble.
- Side Jobs, Something Borrowed, Page 39-40
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