Church is very good at laying certain kinds of ghosts. The souls of those killed may need the power of the Church to replace what was stolen in order to complete their transitions.”
That made two people who wanted Lily to talk to a priest. “A priest Cynna knows is supposed to call me about some stuff related to the case. I’ll ask him about it.”
“Good.”
“The other thing I wanted to ask was if there’s any way I could talk to that ghost if he shows up again.”
“I can’t help you with that. If you were a medium, I could offer suggestions, but mediums and non-mediums experience ghosts so differently that my training doesn’t really apply to you.”
“Is there any way you could come to D.C.?”
A moment’s silence, then: “I’m afraid not. I have a prior obligation I have to honor.”
It was the brief pause that made Lily suspicious. “Some kind of mysterious Rhej business?”
Another pause, then a chuckle. “You could say that.”
“It’s what the Leidolf Rhej said when she hit me up for five hundred dollars before heading for the airport.”
That seemed to make the Etorri Rhej’s day. She laughed and repeated it, then said goodbye in high good humor.
“I’m begining to think,” Rule said as the car slowed, “I should call my father and see if the Nokolai Rhej has also departed for an undisclosed location.”
“Surely not.” The Nokolai Rhej was blind. She couldn’t jet off on mysterious Rhej business ... could she? “Maybe you should. Not that it will do any good, since we still won’t know what they’re up to. I’m starting to have some sympathy for Cullen’s attitude about Rhejes.”
“They do know how to be silent.”
The car had stopped for a light. So had a couple dozen other cars. As backed up as they were, it would take a couple of light changes to get through the intersection. They were only a couple blocks from Sjorensen’s place. Lily tapped her foot, considering getting out and walking the last bit.
“Assholes,” Scott muttered.
“What?” Rule said.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. The bumper sticker on that gray SUV bugs me.”
Lily couldn’t see it until their own lane of cars crept forward—then there it was. A shiny gray Nissan SUV with three kids in the back—two boys and a cute little girl in pigtails—and two bumper stickers on its rear window. One read “Humans First.” The other said, “Honk If You Hate Weers.”
Lily couldn’t believe it. “Jesus. Honk for hate. They think they’re being cute.” One of the boys threw something at the other. The mother turned around and said something to them. She looked like a nice woman, not yelling or anything, just wearing her Mother Face.
“They’re probably here for the Humans First demonstration,” Rule said. “The big rally is tomorrow.”
She’d lost track. With everything that had happened, she’d pretty much forgotten about the demonstrations Humans First had planned. “Rule. Tomorrow. Are you thinking what I am?”
“I don’t think it’s coincidence, no.”
Their eyes met. He looked as grim as she felt. If whatever Friar was cooking up was scheduled to coincide with the demonstration tomorrow, they didn’t have much time. And they still had no idea what Friar was planning.
Anna Sjorensen was staying in an ESH studio suite, with ESH meaning extended stay housing, and “studio suite” meaning it was basically a hotel room with a kitchenette. It was the sort of place the government parked clerks, agents, and other human miscellany when it wanted them in D.C. temporarily. Sjorensen was still technically part of the Nashville office, temporarily assigned to D.C. for training, so she qualified for ESH.
Unless Croft had gone ahead and pulled her into the Unit. Lily would ask about that.
These ESH units weren’t bad; the location was decent, if noisy, being on a busy street. No parking, though. Scott dropped her, Rule, and Mark off in front. He’d have to circle the block until they came out again.
On the sidewalk, the two men flanked her. Lily sighed and decided not to make an issue out of it. At least Rule was on her right. He knew better than to get in the way of her gun hand. “We aren’t all going to fit going through the door this way.”
Rule slanted her a smile. “Mark will go in first.”
“Good grief.”
“It’s standard practice,” Mark assured her. “The Rho never goes through a door first.”
“I’m not a Rho. I’m the one who makes sure the area’s safe for the other people.”