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minute. If he knew I wasn't keeping up with my work, it would only trigger an alarm for him and subject me to questions I wasn't ready to answer.

"Did you ever talk to Art and Abigail?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, "and that's actually why I was calling you. I think...well, I think they're trafficking in gentry girls or something."

There were several moments of silence.

"Trafficking? What does that mean, exactly?"

"It means I think they're abducting girls and...I don't know. Either pimping them out or selling them or something equally disgusting. It's like a fairy sex trade." One of the cats, a calico, came and made herself comfortable on my stomach.

"Eugenie...I've known Art for almost ten years. I've known Abigail longer. What you're saying is absurd. You have to be getting bad information."

"They've both been sighted in the Otherworld, right around where their gate opens! I even talked to one girl who all but identified Art! She was totally traumatized, Roland. And both Art and Abigail live better than they should be..."

"That's not evidence," he said. "They're probably doing good business."

"In a town that size? Even with a gate like that, they can't have enough work to afford the stuff they have. You and I have a ton more jobs than they do, and we don't live that well."

"It's a moot point. This whole thing is far-fetched, and your evidence is sketchy. I mean, have you seen gentry girls tied up in his house?"

"No," I admitted. "Largely because he won't ever let me inside. Which is also suspicious."

"No, Eugenie, it's really not." Roland sounded tired. "Look, it sounds like all you've got is circumstantial gentry evidence. And you know how they are."

"I know that their people are being taken against their will and possibly having horrible things done to them."

"Key words: their people."

"Are you saying it's okay for girls to be sold into a sex trade? After what happened to Mom?"

"How can you ask me that?" he exclaimed. "But this isn't the same thing. We're not police who work both worlds. We protect humans. There must be someone over there whose job it is to protect them."

There is, I thought. Me.

"Can you at least talk to Art?" I asked.

"And what? Ask him if he's kidnapping gentry girls?"

"Well...maybe you could pose it a bit more delicately." I squelched a yowl of pain as the cat leapt up off me and onto the back of the couch. Her hair puffed up, and she twitched her tail in agitation. Not surprising. Both dogs had just entered the room.

"I can't ask him that," said Roland. "And what if he says yes? Then what are you going to do?"

Dorian's words came back to me. Kill them.

"Look, I don't know yet, but I just need to find out if-"

I heard a low growl from one of the dogs and was about to yell at them to knock it off. The cats and dogs didn't usually fight, but every once in a while, there would be a brawl. I couldn't see the dogs, though, and the bristling calico's attention seemed to be on the screen door, not the floor. I sat up and saw the dogs sitting right in front of the door, staring out into the night as well.

"Eugenie? Are you still there?"

"Yeah, hang on a sec."

Balancing the phone on my shoulder, I stood up and instinctively reached for my weapons, which were on the coffee table. I shoved the wand and my silver athame under the elastic waistband of my shorts and took the gun and iron athame with my hands. One of the dogs growled again, and I slowly approached them at the door.

"Eugenie? What's going on?" Roland's voice was worried now.

"I'm going to have to call you back."

I managed to disconnect the phone and drop it on the floor without losing the athame. Outside, the night was still, the only noises coming from the wind in the trees and the faint sounds of traffic on the far side of my quiet neighborhood. I closed my eyes a moment, reaching out to search for anything that didn't feel right in this world. Some shamans had this ability, but not many. The more time I spent in the Otherworld and among gentry, the more developed my senses became.

Finally, I caught it. The sense of something Otherworldly. The animals, God love them, had noticed before me. Whatever this interloper was, it was keeping to the farthest edges of the house's property. It had apparently been lurking for a