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I slipped out of the viewing room and back into the hallway in time to hear a low whisper somewhere down the hall. That grabbed my attention. I made the effort to move quietly and crept a bit closer, Listening as I went.
"I don't know," hissed a male voice. "I looked for her all day. She's never been gone this long."
"Just my point," growled a female voice. "She doesn't stay gone this long. You know how she gets by herself."
"God," said a third voice, the light tenor of a young man. "He did it. He really did it this time."
"We don't know that," the first man said. "Maybe she finally used her head and got out of town."
The woman's voice sounded tired. "No, Ace. She wouldn't just leave. Not on her own. We have to do something."
"What can we do?" the second male said.
"Something," the woman said. "Anything."
"Wow, that's specific," the first male, apparently Ace, said with his voice dry and edgy. "Whatever you're going to do, you'd better do it fast. The wizard is here."
I felt the muscles in my neck grow tense. There was a short, perhaps shocked silence in the room down the hall.
"Here?" the second male echoed in a panicky tone. "Now? Why didn't you tell us?"
"I just did, dimwit," Ace said.
"What do we do?" the second male asked. "What do we do, what do we do?"
"Shut up," snapped the female voice. "Shut up, Fix."
"He's in Mab's pocket," said Ace. "You know he is. She crossed over from Faerie today."
"No way," said the second voice, presumably Fix. "He's supposed to be a decent sort, right?"
"Depends on who you hear it from," said Ace. "People who get in his way have had a habit of getting real dead."
"God," said Fix, panting. "Oh God, oh God."
"Look," said the woman, "if he's here, we shouldn't be. Not until we know what it means." Furniture, maybe a wooden chair, creaked. "Come on."
I slipped back down the hall and around the corner into the lobby as I heard footsteps leaving the small side room. They didn't come toward me. Instead, they moved further down the hall, away from the lobby. They had to be heading for a back door. I chewed on my lip and weighed my options. Three very apprehensive folks, maybe human, maybe not, heading down a darkened hall toward a back door that doubtless led into an equally dark alley. It sounded like a recipe for more trouble.


Summer Knight Chapter 12, Page 148-150