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think it would be best for us all."

He wasn't wrong about that. I fought back a powerful desire to turn and knee him in the balls.

"How much farther?" I asked. I managed to keep most of the fury out of my voice.

"Two hours," he said. "Give or take. If it'll make you feel any better I'll let you drive."

The target building Eamon wanted to destroy was in San Diego, within sight of the ocean. It was built in the shelter of a large ridge, but that wouldn't pose much of a problem. At least, I didn't think it would. Hard to know how difficult this was going to be, when I couldn't remember ever trying anything like it before.

I did some reconnaissance, taking my time, sipping a Mexican mocha from a coffee vendor and enjoying the warm, velvety evening. It was, the outdoor barista told me, unseasonably warm even for SoCal.

Eamon came with me. Not like I could really stop him.

We walked in silence the four square blocks around the building, which was at the outer edge of an industrial park. Its proximity to the beach would make things easy, I sensed. Two floors of it were still under construction, and that would help; any instability would work in my favor.

"Just tell me one thing. Why do you want it done?" I asked Eamon, as we came around the back side of the building. He shot me a glance. "Insurance money?" I asked.

He looked bored with my questions. "Can you do it or not?"

"Destroy the building?" I shrugged. "Probably. But weather's a funny thing. It's not exactly a precision instrument."

"I don't care about precision. I care about results." He stared for a second at the building. "It's a weekend, and I've already made inquiries-there's nobody working today, and the guard's been called away. Building's locked up and unattended for the next six hours. How long will it take?"

I had no earthly idea. I was winging it. "Two hours," I said.

"What do you need?"

I waggled the Mexican mocha. "Another one of these, and you out of my face."

He left. I wasn't stupid enough to assume he'd let me out of his sight, and, of course, there was Sarah holding me hostage for good behavior. I sat down on a boulder on the beach, watching the dark tide roll in. Point Loma Lighthouse glowed not far away, and from somewhere back toward town I heard bells tolling. The night air smelled of sea and rain.

I had an irresistible, self-pitying urge to weep.

"So, are you going to do it?"

Venna's voice. I turned. She was standing just a couple of feet away, perfectly turned out in a sky blue dress, white pinafore apron, white ankle socks, black patent-leather shoes. Straight blond hair, held back with a blue band. Huge cornflower eyes. Looking absolutely the same as she had back in Las Vegas, when she'd left me.

"Are you going to do it?" she asked me again. "You know he only wants it done for the money. I didn't think you approved of that."

"Now you show up?"

"Well, I was busy," she replied. She came and sat down next to me, neat and tidy, hands folded in her lap. The sea air blew her fine blond hair back over her shoulders, and her black shoes dangled several inches off the sand. "Why did you leave?"

"Leave?"

"Where I put you," she said patiently. "It was a perfectly nice place. I even checked with other people to be sure it was all right."

"Did you actually rent the room?"

She looked at me like I'd grown a second head. "Why would I do that?"

"Because hotels have a funny habit of renting them out if they're empty? Like, I got arrested for being a trespasser?"

"Oh." She contemplated that with a slight frown. "I can never keep you people's rules straight."

I gave up. "Why didn't you just find me and poof me away again?"

"It's dangerous," she said. "It could kill you."

I stared at her, struck dumb for a few seconds. Lewis had told me something about this, but honestly, I'd thought he'd been exaggerating. "You mean teleporting me out of the hospital could have killed me? And you were going to tell me this when, exactly?"

She seemed offended. "Most Djinn kill people every time they try it. I do a lot better."

"Well, that makes all the difference."

Another largely indifferent shrug. "You're all right, aren't you? I didn't remember the police would want you, too. It's hard to remember things like that." She shook her