My house is no good.
She won't go where there are so many fae." "What about the garage?" "In fifteen," he agreed.
"Do you have anything that belongs to Gabriel?" I opened my mouth and closed it again.
How specific would the spell be? Better to play it safe.
"I can't answer that question." "Get something." A woman's voice said, "Something that ishis .
Something he is connected to, that matters to him or that has belonged to him for a long time." "You heard her?" Zee asked.
I didn't say anything.
"Good." He hung up.
I didn't have anything like that.
Gabriel was incredibly organized; he didn't just leave stuff lying around.
I looked around the room.
Jesse would have something.
It was either that or go face down Sylvia.
Thinking of Sylvia made me realize that I should have called her as soon as I found out about Gabriel.
I would rather be stripped naked and walked through the mall with a pink feather boa.
I would rather be boiled in oil.
Rancid oil.
I could call her on the way to the garage.
First I needed to find Jesse, in the hope that she had something of Gabriel's I could use.
Conveniently, Jesse walked into her room just when I was about to leave and hunt her down.
"I'm looking for Samuel," she said.
"He went walkabout.
Ben says he ought to be fed because he didn't eat anything this morning, and for some reason Ben's pretty frantic about it.
I didn't expect to find Samuel here--but I didn't expect to find you here, either." "I was just coming to find you." She looked at me, then at her stereo.
"You like Bullet for My Valentine?" she asked.
"Just like you were sharing my Eyes Set to Kill CD with Mary Jo earlier?" "Sarcasm isn't lost on me," I told her.
"You could tone it down and I'd still get the point.
I was having a private conversation." She gave me a tight smile.
"Let me guess.
Stuff I shouldn't know because I'm a girl.