You’re helping the police, and you’re worried about what I’ll think.”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Well, stop worrying, Dakota.” She sat up straighter. “Someone may be stalking you, and has already killed somebody else. Of course you’re helping the police. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I know you better than to think you’d engage in a modern witch hunt.”
I let out a breath, relieved. “So, if we could get them to release the pics, you’ll help?”
“Dakota,” she said reprovingly. “Oh Dakota. Of course. Anything for you.”
Her phone beeped, and Jinx sighed. “I have class,” she said primly, closing her little laptop, slipping it and the spiral-bound Braille book into a brown leather satchel, and then withdrawing a spirit cane.
“I know,” I replied.
“Walk me to the bus stop?” Jinx said, standing, all black ruffles and white lace, unfolding the springloaded white cane to its six foot length sharply, tik-tik-tik-tik-CRACK.
“Certainly,” I said, stepping to the door and opening it. She walked forward towards my voice, sweeping the cane back and forth, click-clack, acutely aware of her effect on the boys at the side table as she swept past them. She took my extended arm naturally as she stepped through the door, and we walked out into the warm Atlanta sun. “Just like old times.”
“More than you know,” she said. “I think I can evaluate the clockwork flash, but as for the control charm… we’ll want to call in an were-expert.”
“Let me guess,” I said. “Not a wereologist, but an actual were.”
“Right, first time,” Jinx said. “Goes by ‘the Marquis.’ We’re texting all the time, but he’s a real Edgeworlder. No email, no fixed address—you’ll have to take the flash to him physically, in person, at the local werehouse—”
“Which warehouse?”
“ Were-house,” Jinx said, pronouncing the first syllable distinctly. I still heard little or no difference, other than she was leaning on the were, but I got the gist.
“Fine, fine,” I said. “I actually like werewolves, or were-whatevers—”
“You’ve never been to an actual werehouse, though,” she said. “They’re homes for werekin who can’t ‘pass’. I’ve only been once, and I had the distinct sensation that I was tolerated only because I’m blind. Humans just aren’t wanted there, so you’ll have to be escorted in.”
“Wonderful,” I said.
“Oh, it gets better,” Jinx said. Now she was dancing around something, which wasn’t like her. “There’s a new wrinkle, so.”
“So what? What’s the wrinkle?”
“The werewolf clan has contracted with some… low-lifes… for protection.”
“Oh hell,” I said. “Vampires. No, let me guess—rogue vampires. I’m going to need an escort to deal with my escorts!”
“It’s not that bad,” she said. “They’re a vampire gang, yes, but they do abide by the protocols. So you can get protection from them… but, it’s just… as a Little Fiver…”
“Oh, hell,” I repeated. “I have to ask for help from my ex-girlfriend.”
10. THE JUNIOR VAN HELSING DETECTIVE AGENCY
If you follow Auburn Avenue east from Boulevard to Randolph Street, just where Auburn splits back off from Old Wheat, there’s a small, unassuming box of a building sitting at the narrowest of the five corners of the intersection. It’s shy on windows and has broad double doors pointing straight at the street, giving it a small-church feel; and indeed it was once a church, now deconsecrated. And inside, in the karmic convergence of holy ground built on a ley-line crossing near a five-pointed intersection (found by our very own Jinx), lived the vampire queen of Little Five Points.
My ex-girlfriend, Savannah Winters.
Back when I had my Festiva, you parked on Old Wheat; Auburn had some kind of city right of way and you’d quickly get towed. With the Vespa I expected to be able to putter right up and park on the sidewalk, but when I arrived, there was a new wrought-iron fence up around the whole main building. Finally I parked behind a small connected Victorian building that had once been the church school, next to a couple of unfamiliar cars. Had she moved?
But the church buildings had been reworked too, now with a semi-formal entrance and several carved wooden signs, like a doctor’s office:
L5P VAMPIRE CONSULATE
DARKROSE ENTERPRISES
JVH DETECTIVE AGENCY
I scowled. Apparently Savannah was setting up her own little business empire trading on her vampirism. I wondered if she was ever going to get her Ph.D—not likely, at this rate.
Once she’d dreamed of becoming the world’s very first vampire vampirologist, becoming a vampire herself to try to “study the vampire world from within.” I told her not to do it, the ‘vampire world’ would eat her alive.