wanted to argue, but I couldn't. "Did you ask the plastic surgeon if he's done more fey?"
"No, but we can," she said.
"The demi-fey at the first scene looked typical, but check and see if they were doing anything to pass for human."
"They couldn't. They're the size of Barbie dolls or smaller," Lucy said.
"Some demi-fey can shift to a larger size, between three and five feet tall. It's an uncommon ability, but if you could make yourself that tall you could strap down the wings, depending on the kind of wings they are."
"Really?" Lucy asked.
I looked at Jeremy. "One of your silent film stars was a demi-fey who hid her wings. I knew a saloon worker who did it, too."
"And none of her customers found out?" Lucy asked.
"She used glamour to hide them."
"I didn't know the demi-fey were that good at glamour."
"Oh, some of them are better at glamour than the sidhe," I said.
"That's news," Lucy said.
"There's an old saying among us that where the demi-fey go faerie follows. It implies that the demi-fey are the first of us to appear, and not the sidhe or the old gods grown small, but actually they are the first form of us."
"Which is true?" she asked.
"To my knowledge no one knows," I said.
"It's the fey version of the chicken and the egg. Which came first, the demi-fey or the sidhe?" Jeremy said.
"The sidhe will say that we did, but honestly, I've never met anyone old enough to answer the question."
"Some of the demi-fey who were killed had day jobs, but I assumed that they were demi-fey. It didn't occur to me that they could pass for human."
"What are the jobs?" I asked.
"Receptionist, owner of their own lawn-care business, florist assistant, and dental hygienist." She frowned at that last one. "I did wonder about that last one."
"I'd look at the receptionist and the dental hygienist," Jeremy said.
"What about the rest of them?" I asked.
"One of them worked at the lawn-care business with the boss, and the other two were unemployed. As far as I can tell, they were flower faeries full-time, whatever that means."
"It means they tended their special flower or plant and didn't feel the need for money," Jeremy said.
"It meant they had enough magic to not need a job," I added.
"Is that typical of the demi-fey, or unusual?" she asked.
"It depends," I said.
Her cell phone rang. She slipped it out of her pocket, said a few "Yes, sirs," then hung up. She sighed. "You better go and show yourself, Merry. No hiding with magic. That was my immediate supervisor. He wants you out so the press will disperse. There's so many of them they're afraid they can't get through to take the bodies out."
"I'm sorry, Lucy."
"No, the information was all stuff I couldn't have gotten with just human cops. Oh, and he said to take your men with you just in case."
"He means the sidhe, not me, right?" Jeremy asked.
She smiled. "We'll go on that assumption. I'd like to keep at least one of you here until we clear the scene."
"You know that the Grey ..."
Julian added, "And Hart."
Jeremy smiled at him. "Grey and Hart Detective Agency is happy to help."
"I sent Jordan home. He's a little more of an empath than I am, and the residual emotions were getting to him."
"That's fine," Lucy said.
"If you hurry he's just outside in the hallway," Julian said.
I studied his pleasant face and asked, "Does he need a ride?"
"He won't ask for one, but if you go out at the same time he'll take the ride from you, Merry."
"All right, then I'll go and I'll drop Jordan off at the office so he can type up his report and I'll maybe see you tonight after dinner."
He nodded. "I hope you don't see me."
"Me, too," I said and went to the other room to get Rhys and Galen, who as licensed detectives were allowed past the apartment door, and pick Saraid and Cathbodua up from the hallway, which was as far as the police would let her get without a detective license. It was also why Sholto wasn't allowed at the murder scene. I hoped Jordan was still in the hallway. Julian wouldn't have mentioned him if he wasn't badly shaken. I couldn't sense emotional debris from murder scenes, and any time I watched the effect of it on an empath I was glad all over again that it wasn't one of my gifts.
Chapter 31-33
Chapter Thirty-one
We found Jordan in the stairwell leading down. He was sweating