to find you, Steve."
"I promise I won't reveal your - your condition to anyone, so you don't need to find me."
"Don't worry," Jody said. "I don't want to find you." Get over yourself, she wanted to add.
"What about the other one you warned me about?"
Jody looked at the bronze statue that held Elijah Ben Sapir. "He won't bother you either."
"Oh, good."
"Steve?"
"Yeah?"
"If you tell anyone, I'll find you, and I'll slowly snap every bone in your body before I kill you." Jody tried to make it sound cheerful, but the threat sort of cut through the bright, friendly lilt in her voice.
"Okay then. Bye."
"Yeah," Jody said. "You take care."
"The shedding?" Tommy said as he came through the door. Jody stood at the counter in her new red leather jacket, boots, and mist-tight black jeans.
Jody could hear Abby locking the downstairs door, so they had a few seconds alone.
"Look, did you want me to tell her you were just a big orange doofus?"
"I guess not. Hey - "
"She calls you Flood?"
"I couldn't tell her 'Tommy. I'm her dark lord. Your dark lord can't be named Tommy. 'Flood' has an air of power."
"And dampness."
"Yeah, it's got the dampness thing going for it, too."
Abby came in, breathing hard. She'd been sweating and her eyeliner was running in two black streaks down her cheeks. "We didn't find him. I could have sworn he was dead. He smelled like it."
"You got something against dead people?" Jody said - tough-guy voice. "Are you saying there's something wrong with dead people? Is that what you're saying? Are you saying you're too good for the dead, is that what you're saying?"
Abby stepped behind Tommy and peeked around. The kid was still out of breath from trying to keep up with Tommy, and now she was frightened, too. "No, Mistress, I think the nonliving are great. I'm all about dead people. I have a 'I Fuck the Dead' T-shirt even. I can wear it tomorrow if you want. I didn't mean..."
"It's okay, Abby," Jody said, waving it off. "Just fucking with you."
"Jody!" Tommy said, scolding. "Don't scare the minion."
"Sorry," Jody said, thinking, once again, that she might be evil. "What about the new apartment. Did you look at it?"
"We went by it. It's only a few doors down. We don't even have to cross the street."
"You think that's far enough? They won't find us there?"
"Well, at least they won't find us here. I don't think anyone's going to think that we'd only move a few doors down. They'll think we've at least left the City. What kind of idiot would only move a few doors away? It's brilliant."
"Plus an easy move," Jody said. "You guys can do it without a truck."
"You guys?"
"Well, I've got to find William, and you can't exactly run around until the shedding has subsided. Abby, do you have enough makeup to cover his face and hands?"
"Tons," Abby said. She held up her messenger bag. "But I can only help for a little while. I have to get home."
"Why?" Tommy asked. "We require your services." He meant to sound sophisticated and European, but it came out sounding lecherous.
"He means moving," Jody said. "I've got his other services covered."
"I can't," Abby said. "My sister has lice."
"So," Abby said, "the countess is kind of a bitch."
"No, she's just a dark creature of unspeakable evil," Tommy said. He had the futon on his back and was making his way down the street as Abby followed him with a lamp in one hand and a blender in the other. "In a nice way," he added - thinking that maybe he'd already made enough of an impression on Abby.
Although it was early in the evening, and it was a little unusual to see a guy walking down the street carrying a futon, followed by a Goth girl carrying a lamp and a blender, it was just unusual enough that people would have felt stupid if they asked what was going on and someone pointed out it was modern dance, or performance art, or people robbing an apartment. San Francisco is a city of sophisticates, and except for a homeless guy who remarked on the tackiness of Tommy's Pier 1 Imports decor, they had moved half of the furniture and clothing without comment.
"Do you need to feed?" Abby asked when they got back to the old loft. They were standing in the living room, where there was little left except some bookcases and the three bronze statues.
"Huh?" Tommy replied.
"I'm guessing that you need