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relieved to see he at least didn't give me any of those gaping looks. "Been up talking to Mortensen, I presume?"

"Yes," I agreed, wondering if I was going to be chastised for not getting to work right away.

"Pity you had to take the stairs. We do have an elevator, you know. "

Now I stared open-mouthed. Of course we had an elevator. It was key operated, there for handicapped customers and shipment transport, and was almost never used otherwise. "Yes. I know that."

Warren winked at me and continued on his way upstairs. "Just making sure."

Shaking my head, I went back to the main floor and took over a register, giving Andy his lunch break. Janice and Casey remained stiff with me at first, eventually warming somewhat as time progressed. Other staff, moving in and out around me, continued to give me wondering looks, occasionally whispering to each other when they thought I wouldn't notice.

When Seth passed by at one point to tell me he had to run errands but would see me later, I thought Beth - dropping off a book - might pass out.

"All right," I exclaimed once Seth was gone, "what's going on here?"

Casey, Beth, and Janice all turned sheepish.

"Nothing, Georgina, honest." Beth gave me what was apparently supposed to be a winning smile. The others remained silent, faces perfectly innocent, nigh angelic.

I didn't believe any of it, of course. Something weird was going on. Weirder than usual. I needed answers, and there was only one person in the store candid enough to give them to me. Shutting down my register, I stormed back to my office where Doug sat occupied by the computer.

Bursting in, I opened my mouth, ready to rant and rave. He jumped about two feet in the air at my sudden arrival, reflexes kicking in with astonishing speed so as not to slosh coffee from the cup he had just raised to his lips. There was a funny look on his face, almost like guilt. No doubt another Tetris game was in progress.

But it wasn't that that delayed my tirade. A strange feeling was creeping along my flesh - a feeling that brushed my immortal senses, rather than the usual five that accompanied a human body. It felt weird, almost uncomfortable. Like nails raking down a chalkboard. Nothing I could identify or had even ever felt before. I looked around the room, half-expecting to find another immortal lurking, even though that strange sensation didn't quite touch me like the signature I'd usually feel off of an individual.

Doug drank from the cup and then set it down, watching me with bemused calmness. "Something I can help you with, Kincaid?"

Blinking, I gave the office another once-over and then shook my head. The feeling disappeared. What the hell? I could have blamed it on stress-induced imagination, but after over a millennium of succubus life, I doubted my immortal senses would start falling prey to hallucinations now. And yet the only thing in here that could possibly be construed as supernatural or divine was Doug's Tetris mastery. That, I thought wryly, had more to do with hours of skirting work than any sort of magic.

Remembering my righteous fury, I pushed aside that momentary weirdness and ratcheted my anger back up to the other weirdness in my life.

"What the fuck is going on?" I exclaimed, slamming the door.

"My sweet Tetriss kills?"

"No! With everyone! Why is everyone treating me so strangely today? They keep staring at me like I'm a freak or something."

Doug's expression stayed baffled, and then I saw understanding flood his face. "Ah. That. You really don't know?"

I could have grabbed his neck and shook him. "Of course I don't know! What's going on?"

Casually, he moved some papers around on the desk and lifted up a copy of American Mystery. "You read Seth's story yet?"

"I haven't had time."

He tossed me the magazine. "Do it. Go take your dinner break somewhere - not here - and read. I won't leave until you get back."

Looking at the time, I realized his shift was nearly over. "But what's that got to do with - "

He held up a hand to silence me. "Just read it. Now."

Scowling, I took the magazine and left the store, settling myself at one of my favoritecafesdown the street. With clam chowder secured, I turned to the first page, wondering what in the world Doug expected me to find.

As Seth had explained a few weeks ago, the story was more of a self-contained mystery, dealing little with the