“It shouldn’t.”

“I know that. Yet sometimes…I know it must be difficult for him, being who he is. He doesn’t have anyone he can trust, not even his family. He can barely stand to be in the same room as his wife. His relationship with their sons is almost as bad. I know that’s at least partly, if not primarily, his own fault, yet sometimes, when I’m with him, I want to compensate for that.”

He eased us down onto the sofa. “My father called me when I was on the plane to Chicago. We talked. Really talked. He didn’t make a single reference to the Cabal or my future in it. He just wanted to talk about me, and about you and me, how we were doing, how happy he was to see me happy, and I thought—” Lucas shook his head. “I was an idiot.”

“He’s the idiot,” I said, leaning over to kiss him. “And if he doesn’t see what he’s missing out on, then I’ll take his share.”

Someone rapped at the door.

“Whoops,” I said. “Forgot Jaime. She probably wants to grab her stuff and take off.”

I opened the door.

“So what’s next on the agenda?” Jaime said as she walked in. “Lunch is out, I guess, but maybe I can grab take-out for us.”

“That would be…very nice,” I said. “But what about you? When’s your next show?”

“Show? Oh, the tour. Right.” She opened her purse, pulled out lipstick, and walked to the mirror. “Next stop Graceland. Well, Memphis actually, but I might as well just hold it at Graceland, ’cause half the people in the audience are going to ask me to summon Elvis. I just give them some song-and-dance about how he’s up in heaven enjoying fried peanut-butter-and-banana sandwiches and singing for God. Pisses him off to no end, but you gotta give the folks what they want, and no one cares what he’s really doing.”

“What is he really doing?” I asked.

“Sorry, kids, that’s the X-rated show. Let’s just say he’s happy. Where was I? Right, Memphis. I don’t do my Elvis schtick until Halloween, which means I have six days to myself. I’m supposed to be rehearsing but, hell, like I couldn’t do that shit in my sleep.”

“So instead, you’re…?”

“Taking some much-needed downtime and building up good karma credits helping you guys. I figure I’ll hang around here, and if you need a necro, I’m ready and willing.”

“That’s very generous,” Lucas said. “But we probably won’t need—”

“Sure you will,” Jaime cut in. “Every murder case needs a necro. And if you want someone to make phone calls or run errands, I’m your gal Friday.”

Lucas and I exchanged a look. I could understand Jaime wanting a few days off. She’d looked exhausted yesterday, and although she’d bounced back, these spurts of energy seemed forced, as ifshe was running in high gear to keep from collapsing.

“So, what are you guys—” Jaime began, then she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and stopped mid-sentence. She yanked the clip from her hair and tried gathering it again, but her hands trembled so badly she couldn’t keep it together long enough to get the hair clip on. She crammed the clip into her pocket. “Can I borrow your brush, Paige?”

“Um, sure, it’s right—”

She was already in the bathroom. Lucas lowered his head to whisper something to me, but Jaime popped out of the bathroom, wielding the hairbrush with harsh strokes.

“So where are we at? Any fresh leads?”

Lucas glanced at me. I shrugged discreetly. If Jaime was offering to help with the investigation, I saw no reason to refuse, and no reason not to fill her in.

“Lucas was checking Weber’s phone records. Since that’s how Esus said he was making contact with the killer, it seemed a good place to start.” I looked at Lucas. “Please, tell me it was a good place to start.”

“It wasn’t a bad place to start, though I’d hesitate to call my findings overwhelmingly encouraging. Once I applied the approximate time range, I came up with a reasonably definitive list of five phone calls. The last two took place in the past week, presumably after the killer took a hard look at the second list and decided to expand his criteria. Both calls came after the killings began. The first, received on the eighth, came from Louisiana, where he was likely preparing for his attack on Holden. The second came the following day, from California, presumably arranging to pick up the final list. Both calls were made from pay phones.”

“And the earlier calls? Before the attacks? Tell me they all came from the same place.”

“From the same region, though, again, all from pay phones. The first was made in Dayton, Ohio, the second in Covington, Kentucky, and the third near Columbus, Indiana. Triangulate those points on a map and in the middle you’ll find Cincinnati.”

“So he’s from Cincinnati?” Jaime said.

“It’s reasonable to assume he was residing there, at least briefly, before the killings began. By making the calls from three smaller cities, it would appear he was avoiding a deliberate link with Cincinnati.”

“So should we head up to Cincinnati? Start asking around the supernatural community?”

“There isn’t a supernatural community in Cincinnati.” I glanced at Lucas. “Is there?”

“While there may be a few supernaturals living in the region, there is no ‘community’ to speak of. The Nasts recently considered locating a satellite office there for that very reason.” He caught my frown and explained. “Cabals prefer to expand into virgin territory, where they don’t have many resident supernaturals to contend with.”