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"Leave it to you to notice. So," the woman said, and I could imagine her
surveying the room, eyebrows slightly raised with disdain, "where's this year's
stiff?"
"In my pants, sugar."
"Dream on, darling, it's all you'll ever get from me."
"Lemme tell you about my dreamsЧ"
"Hire a shrink. What's through here?"
Their babble faded as they moved into the main room, and I relaxed a little.
Someone had flicked on the bar light again. Without thinking about it I shut it
off. Mistake. One of the guys had lingered and noticed.
"Hey, who's there? Come on out andЧ"
By the time he'd poked his head around the bar I'd vanished. Safe from view, I
hung in place while the intruder thoroughly checked the area. He probably wasn't
as interested in finding anyone so much as assuring himself that no booze had
been accidentally left lying around. I tried to stay out of his way, but he
jostled intoЧor I should say throughЧme all the same, collecting a fierce
shiver. Any contact people make with me while I'm in this form is a noticeably
chilling experience for them. He soon went away, muttering his disappointment,
and joined the others.
I materialized and drew enough breath for a sigh of relief. It would be
impossible to put them off forever, but I wanted to postpone things for as long
as possible.
Vanishing cured the ache behind my eyes, but not this ongoing pain in the neck.
I had things to do, starting with another phone call. Alone and unwatched for
the moment, now seemed the right time. Gordy had been decent to me; I thought
I'd return the favor.
The photographer bozo had flipped the bar light on in his search. With mild
annoyance I cut it off yet again, then cat-footed over the marble floor to the
stairs without getting spotted. I could have gone invisible one more time, but
it takes a lot out of me, and I was already starting to feel the first restless
whispers of hunger. Better to conserve my energies for the time being since I
didn't know how long the show would last now that Blair was running things.
Up in my office I dialed a number, identified myself to the mug who answered,
and told him to find his boss. He must have recognized my voice, for he dropped
the receiver with a clunk as he hurried to comply.
Gordy came on a few minutes later. " 'Lo?"
"It's me," I said. "Thought I'd warn you about some trouble here at my place."
"The house or the club?"
"Club." I told him about the workmen finding a body in the wall.
"What? Only one?"
I was in no mood for black humor, until it occurred to me he wasn't joking.
"One's more than enough." Then I told him how she'd probably died.
"Tough luck."
"And then some. It might also go bad for the guy who had this place before me."
"I get you." He didn't mention Booth Nevis, the mob tough who owned the lease.
Gordy's phones were often tapped so he'd gotten into the habit of keeping shut
on names or talking in code.
"It's none of my business what was done here five years back. I will be
cooperating with the law on this. They're gonna want to know who owns the
building, and I'll have to tell them. I'm not taking any chances over getting