“Just in time? Are they doing something to her?” Maybe Bea was worse off than Stotts had said.
“No, dear. She’ll be going home soon. Her friend, a Mr. Quinn, is here to take her home.”
“Can I see her?”
“It would be better if you waited. She’ll be out soon. Go ahead, now, have a seat.”
I tasted the slightest hint of honey on her words and suddenly wanted to sit down. Influence. Not strong, just enough to make me want to calm down. Even an old gal like her used magic.
It wasn’t a strong push, so I just paced next to the chairs instead and dialed Zayvion.
I didn’t have time to wait for him to pick up the phone. The doors clicked and I turned to see Jack Quinn pushing Bea, who was in a wheelchair. Jack looked like he always looked. A little like leather that had been left out to dry.
Bea, however, looked like she’d been rolled by a tank. She had a bruise over both eyes, and her lips were swollen. Her normally perky smile was gone, though her lips twitched up at the corner when she saw me.
“Hey.” I closed the distance between us. “How are you doing?”
“Peachy.” It came out a little slurred and I raised my eyebrows. I also found out the eyebrow on the left hurt.
“Pain meds,” Jack said. “The good stuff.”
Bea nodded, her eyes not quite tracking. “Nice to see you, Al,” she said. “I miss a meeting?”
“No, you were out in the park tonight.”
“Yeah?” she said.
“Do you remember that?”
“Not really. Downtown?”
“Yes. What happened?”
She licked her swollen bottom lip and lifted her hand to push back her wild curls, the wristband ID bracelet catching her hair. She didn’t seem to notice. “I got a job. Last-minute contact. Was supposed to meet him there to get the specifics.”
She paused. No more than that—she looked like that was all she was going to say.
“Did he show up?”
She frowned. “I don’t remember.”
Jack just gave me a look that said this was pretty much all he’d been able to get out of her.
“Did you cast magic?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Do you remember any other spell being cast?”
She shook her head.
“Do you remember being hurt?”
Again with the headshake. “I just—I don’t know, Allie. I was there, and now I’m here. And all bruised up, you know?”
“Are you sure the doctors said you can go home?”
She held up a piece of paper. “Right here. I just want a shower and sleep. I think . . . Jack, are you taking me home?”
“Brought my car. Unless you want me to try to strong-arm the ambulance into a little door-to-door service.”
She tried to smile, but didn’t quite make it.
“You got any other questions, Detective Beckstrom?” Jack asked.
“Lots. Have the police talked to her yet?”
“No. But all her contact information is on her file. If they want to find her, they will.”
We started toward the elevators. “You going to stay with her?”
“Thought I should. Unless you want me to call someone else?”
“No, it’s fine. If you want to use the warehouse, it’s open.”
“I got that, thanks.”
We made it to the elevator. Another question was scratching at the back of my head. “Jack, what were you doing in the park?”
“Didn’t say I was in the park.”
“So how’d you hook up with Bea?”
“Was downtown. On my own time, not a job. Saw the magic flare. Got curious.”
“You saw what happened?”
“Not really. Saw a magic fire. Thought I’d check it out. Then there was Bea all banged up on the ground. Called 911. Got ahold of the ambulance and cops.”
I studied his expression. Did I trust Jack? As much as I trusted any Hound. Which meant I expected him to have a highly developed sense of self-preservation and a somewhat stunted sense of morals and charitable leanings. Still, it seemed like he and Bea might have become friends over the last couple months. And who knew? Maybe they were more than friends.
But there was always the possibility that Jack hadn’t just been innocently downtown doing nothing at the same time as Bea was hurt.
“Is that it?” I asked.
“You have a suspicious mind, Beckstrom,” Jack said. “That look on your face. Anyone tell you that?”
“Daily.”
“I don’t want to rain on your neurosis or anything, but it was chance that had me in the same area as her. And if it’d been another Hound down, I’d be right here, doing the same damn thing. So stop trying to shove the black hat on my