"Not unless I'm forced to." I gave him a lopsided smile, then rose on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "Tell Riley I'll see her on Thursday for lunch."
"I'd advise not missing this one, or she'll be royally pissed."
"And that's never very pleasant for anyone," I said. "Tell Jack I'm sorry I couldn't be of more use."
He nodded. I turned and headed out. At the front door, I stripped off the protective booties and gloves, dumping them in the hazmat bin before walking down the front steps.
"Now what do you wish to do?" Azriel said, as I stopped near the front gate.
"Run away to a desert island somewhere with a mountain of chocolate and a refrigerator full of Coke." But running away wasn't going to solve anything. Not when I had a world to save, keys to find, and beings willing to kill those I loved if I didn't get my ass into gear sooner rather than later. I sighed. "But I guess we'd better go home and see if we can do anything to pinpoint the location of the next key."
"Home it is," he said, and had us there in a heartbeat.
I rang Hunter, but this time, she didn't answer. I left a message that our killer appeared to be going after men who were psychically strong and asked if I could grab a copy of the crime-scene report when it came through.
My phone rang the minute I hung up. "Ilianna," I said. "Please tell me you've found him."
"Unfortunately, no." Frustration and concern filled her voice and expression. "If he's out there, then I can't see him. God, I hope he's okay."
So did I. "Would it be worth trying location spells every hour or so?"
"If he's in a state of flux, yes. If the elemental has full control, then no. But I'll keep trying."
"Just don't tire yourself out too much. That's not going to help anyone."
"I won't. Let me know the minute you hear anything, won't you?"
"Absolutely."