His eyebrows rose. "And this is a problem?"
"No, just surprising, that's all." I pulled the last sock on, then reached for my boots. "Did you find Genevieve at the Razans' place?"
"No, she had already moved on."
"To the place on the Gold Coast?"
"I checked both there and her house in Prahran. She was at neither."
"Damn." I thrust a hand through my hair and wondered if that meant she were dead, or if she were merely being cautious.
"That is a question that cannot be answered until she turns up either alive or dead."
Very true. We had no idea how involved Genevieve Sands might be with either the magic or the key quest, and it was certainly more than possible that she was dead—but I was betting on the former rather than the latter. Something about the grim remains I'd seen just seemed a little too convenient. "So what do we do now?"
"Given we can do nothing on our own quest until tomorrow, perhaps we should concentrate on Hunter's."
"I guess." I glanced at the clock. It was just after four, so there was still plenty of time to head on over to the entertainment agency and talk to either James Parred or Catherine Moore, the two contacts Stanford had given us for the agency. "I might go over to the agency on my bike. My head still feels achy after all the shifting to and from Aedh form."
"That you have shifted so much and have not suffered the consequences suggests you are becoming more adept at the process."
"Or it's a result of whatever Malin did to me."
He hesitated. "Yes."
I snorted softly. "You're determined not to give me any information about that, are you?"