dimensional travel and teleportation, but, after two centuries of trying, she managed to open a portal into the kind of dimension we never dreamed she’d use as an escape route. You’ve heard of animals that will gnaw off a limb to escape a trap? The Nix knowingly leapt into a dimension that made her hell look like paradise, and did so with only the faintest hope of ever leaving it.”
“And that surprises you?” I shook my head. “Never mind. Just tell me that she won’t have that choice to make the next time.”
“She won’t.”
“Good. On to step one, then. I want—”
“We’ve already arranged a plan for you, Eve.”
“Great, and if it’s better than mine, let me know. Now, first, I want to talk to one of these ‘seekers’ you sent after her. Under the circumstances, it isn’t tough to figure out which one I’ll have to choose: the bounty hunter behind door number two, the guy you pink-slipped.”
The child Fate took over. “Can’t do it. Where he is, you can’t go. And, believe me, you don’t want to. You thought that last place was bad? Paradise compared to where he is.”
“But you said the Nix didn’t catch him. You fired him.”
“Yep, we did. Fired him right down to—”
Her middle sister cut in. “You can’t speak to him.”
“Hold on. Is this the incentive program? If I fail, you send me someplace worse than the Nix would send me? No wonder you can’t find any volunteers.”
“We didn’t punish—” She sighed and shook her head.
“The details aren’t important.”
“To you, maybe—”
“There is no punishment for failure,” she said. “Even if you could talk to this man, he wouldn’t tell you anything. You need to pick one of the others.”
“The hopelessly insane one or the hopelessly misplaced one. Hmm, tough choice.”
“It’s unlikely you could find Zadkiel—”
“No kidding! If you guys have been searching—”
“So I’d recommend Janah. The ascended angel.”
“Angel?”
“The first seeker. The one who went mad.”
“Uh-huh.”
“First, though, we have to prepare her. In the meantime, you can—”
“In the meantime, then, I want to talk to someone who worked with one of these seekers. A supervisor, a partner, anyone who might be able to give me some insight into how your hunters worked, because I strongly suspect Janah isn’t going to be my most reliable source of intel.”
“Your partner has experience with the Nix.”
“Partner? What—?”
“You’ll meet him when you speak to Janah. It may take a day or two to prepare her, so we’d suggest you rest—”
“Then I need a necromancer.” Before she could argue, I hurried on. “If I’m tracking a spirit who can enter the living, then I need access to the living world—something you ladies have been denying me since I got here.”
“For very good reason—”
“So I don’t contact Savannah. Fine. But now I need that access.”
The Fate nodded. “You do, and we recognize that. We’ve already arranged—”
“I want Jaime Vegas.”
“I see,” the Fate said slowly. “And that choice would have nothing to do with the fact that she is acquainted with your daughter, and now serves on the supernatural council with Paige?”
“It has everything to do with that. Jaime knows Paige, who can vouch for me. Try finding another necro, outside the black market, who’ll want to work with Eve Levine. Of course, I could just go to the black market, call up one of my old friends…”
“Which you know we wouldn’t allow.” She paused, lips pursing, then shook her head. “Don’t think we fail to see this for what it is, Eve—a not terribly discreet attempt to pursue your favorite—your only—pastime here. But I will allow it, for the duration of this quest, and on the understanding that you will devote your time with Jaime to that quest, and not ask her to break necromantic law by contacting Savannah for you.”
I sifted through her words for a loophole. I didn’t see it right off, but I’d find one eventually. Before I could ask where to find Jaime, the Fate lifted her hands, and transported me away.
5
I OPENED MY EYES AND FOUND MYSELF STARING INTO the über-bright glare of the sun. Blinded, I stumbled, and landed on my ass. A roar of laughter boomed from all sides, and I jumped up so fast my vision jolted back into focus. In front of me was a packed auditorium.
“Well, that’s what happens when you deal with the dead,” said a woman’s voice. “Some of them just aren’t too bright.”
I turned a glare on the speaker, but saw only the back of a redhead sitting