black lacquer stand with one delicate-looking drawer instead of the two large ones I'd had before.
My paralysis broke. I yanked free of Sarah's hold and lunged for the nightstand, pulled open the drawer and found the familiar collection of junk that tended to congregate in such places. Books. Magazines. A zippered cosmetic case I sincerely hoped she hadn't opened.
A few things were missing. Some half-empty tubes of hand lotion, for instance.
Some out-of-date sale catalogs.
The case containing David's bottle.
I turned and looked at her, and whatever was in my expression caused her to fall back a step.
"Where's the padded case?" I asked.
"What?" She took another step back. I followed, well aware I must have looked dangerous and not caring at all.
"Sarah, I'm not going to ask you again. Where's the padded case with the damn bottle in it?" I screamed it, lunged at her and shoved her back against the apothecary cabinet. Temple dogs and goddesses rattled nervously behind her.
Sarah's eyes went wide with panic.
"Case... there's a case still in there... ?"
"THE OTHER ONE!" I didn't know I could yell that loudly. Even my own eardrums hurt.
Sarah looked entirely terrified. "Well, um... yes... there was another case... isn't it in there? You had-um-empty bottles of lotion and stuff-and-did you want to keep them? Why would you want to keep them? Jo, I don't understand! They weren't special formulas or anything!"
I wanted to kill her. I found myself hyperventilating, saw spots, and let go before I could act on the impulse. Fought for control.
"Sarah," I said with utter, merciless precision, "what did you do with the zippered case that was in the bedside table and had a bottle in it?"
She went pale as milk. "I don't know. Is it important?"
"Yes!"
"Well, I-I-it should be in there, I thought I took everything out... maybe, um, maybe I left it in the old nightstand."
I didn't have time. "Where did you put the old furniture?"
She bit her lip. Her hands were twisting each other anxiously. "Um... the furniture guys hauled it off. I paid them extra to take everything to the dump."
Any second now, I was going to lose control. I reeled unsteadily and ended up sitting on the edge of the bed. It gave with an ease and firmness that spoke of memory foam somewhere in the construction. Sarah had gone all out to make me happy. Except that she'd done the one thing guaranteed to destroy my life.
Maybe the life of every person on the planet, if I stretched things out to their logical conclusion.
I put my head down and forced myself to focus, to be still and calm.
"What did I do?" she asked in a meek, little-girl voice. "Jo, just tell me, what did I do?"
I couldn't exactly explain that she'd just tossed away the love of my life in a garbage truck. Oh God, David... This was surreal, it was so ridiculous.
Sarah, of course, came to exactly the wrong conclusion. She clapped both hands over her mouth, tears forming in her eyes, and then ventured, "Oh God, Jo... Was it drugs? Are you on drugs? Did I throw away your stash?"
I laughed. I couldn't help it. It came out as a kind of mad, despairing burst of sound, and I covered my face with my hands and stood there for a moment, shaking. Dragging in one gulp of air after another.
Sarah's hand fell on my shoulder, warm but tentative.
"I screwed up," she said. "I get it. I'm sorry. Look, I'll do whatever I have to do to get it back for you. I'm sorry, believe me, I thought-we thought we were doing something good for you-"
Oh yeah, it was good. I had an apartment full of furniture I didn't want, the Djinn were at war, Wardens were dying, and my boyfriend had gone out with the trash.
I stood up and walked to the closet.
"Jo? Where-where are you going?"
I didn't even look back as I pulled out industrial-strength jeans and tossed my hiking boots onto the brand-new bed.
"We," I corrected her. "We are going dump-diving. Get dressed."
I don't know if you've ever been to a big-city dump at twilight, but it's definitely an adventure. I'd come prepared for the worst-my trashed-out blue jeans, thick, long-sleeved tee, hiking boots, hair twisted up in a knot, face mask and gloves. Sarah