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over."

"Has there been an unusual amount lately? Girls in particular?"

His eyebrows rose in surprise. "Not that I've noticed. Why do you ask?"

"Following up on a job," I said vaguely.

"Women cross over all the time, of course," he mused. "But men outnumber them. Seeing a surge would be noticeable. Most of my time lately has been spent on exorcisms."

I nodded. Until gentry and Otherworldly creatures had decided they wanted to father my child, spirits had made up the bulk of my business too. That was a normal shaman workload.

"Sorry I can't be of more help," added Art kindly. I must have looked disappointed. "You should check with Abigail, though."

"She's the other one here, right?"

"Yup. We work together sometimes. Maybe she's noticed something I haven't."

I thanked Art for the info, and we spent the next hour or so chatting about assorted things. Art asked questions about Kiyo's background. Roland could sense Kiyo's Otherworldly nature, but Art's blandly polite style made me suspect it wasn't a talent he possessed. Art also wanted to know about my jobs, no doubt curious about my interest in gentry girls. I kept my answers vague, in no way coming close to the fact that I was protecting my subjects.

After making our good-byes, we headed off to the second address Roland had given me. Abigail lived in an apartment in downtown Yellow River, very different from Art's homey location. The downtown area was actually more thriving than I would have expected. Yellow River was a small town at the end of the day, but it still had an assortment of interesting shops and restaurants. Abigail's apartment was above an antiques store, and we climbed two flights of rickety stairs to get to her. The mysterious, dusty nature of it all was much more in line with stereotypical shaman images.

Indeed, when she answered the door, I suspected she would have met most people's visions of a shaman. She was an older woman, gray hair styled into a long braid down her back. Her loose peasant blouse was patterned in mauve and yellow flowers, and crystal beads hung around her neck. She broke into a beatific smile when she saw us.

"Eugenie! So nice to finally meet you."

She ushered us inside, and I introduced Kiyo. The apartment was beautifully constructed and nicer than its outside suggested-but cluttered with candles and assorted statuary. It made me feel better after Art's immaculate home. The apartment was also filled with cats. I counted at least seven, and all of them looked up at Kiyo's entrance. Four of them got up and rubbed against his legs.

"You've certainly got a way with animals," noted Abigail.

"I'm a vet," he explained, giving her a winning smile that tended to make women weak in the knees.

Like Art, Abigail sat us down and forced beverages on us, this time in the form of herbal tea. We started with the usual small talk. Abigail was a big fan of Roland and couldn't say enough nice things about the work he did. I couldn't help feeling a little bit of stepdaughterly pride. When we finally got to the issue of gentry girls, though, Abigail didn't have much more to offer than Art had.

"Most of my work is actually along the lines of healing and spirit retrievals," she explained. Spirit retrieval was itself a form of healing, often done when some entity was plaguing a human in a possession sort of way. I'd done it a few times but was no expert. "I don't do much in the way of casting out. That's Art's specialty, but that crossroads is so big that he sometimes gets more than he can handle. So, I help out every once in a while."

"But you haven't noticed a surge of gentry girls?"

Abigail shook her head, making the crystal beads click together. "No, but like I said, I'm not out in the field enough to say for sure. And gentry usually aren't so difficult to cast out.... Art tends to handle those on his own and call me in for the entities that are harder for him to get rid of." She gave me a rueful grin. "Neither of us is as strong as you or Roland."

I played with my tea bag, wondering how to parse this new information. Was my theory about gentry girls sneaking over here a total bust? Or were they being crafty enough to avoid detection? I usually ended up casting out gentry because they did something troubling that put them on my radar. Gentry