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hear.

He rolled his eyes. "I really need to discuss this with all three of you."

"Yeah, okay, that makes sense." I relented and flashed him a smile. "You know we'll have to wait until
after dusk. Menolly can't come out to play until then. So have you contacted the OIA about Jocko yet?"
Not that I expected much in the way of a response from them. When headquarters had assigned Delilah,
Menolly, and me to live Earthside, we figured that we were one step away from being fired. While we
were hard workers, our track record left a lot to be desired. One thing was for sure: none of us would
ever make employee of the month. But, as the months wore on with no real word or major assignment
from them, we'd begun to relax and decided that involuntary relocation wasn't altogether bad. At least we
were having fun getting used to Earthside customs.

Now, however, with Jocko dead, we'd be responsible for cleaning up the mess. And if he'd been
murdered, the OIA would want answers. Answers that we weren't likely to find, considering our lack of
results in the past.

"Headquarters is blowing me off," Chase said slowly. His lip twisted into a frown. "I contacted HQ this
morning, and all they said was to turn the case over to you. I'm supposed to help out in whatever way
you need."

"That's it?" I blinked. "No guidelines? No lengthy bureaucratic regulations that we have to observe in our
investigation?"

He shrugged. "Apparently, they don't consider Jocko's death a priority. In fact, the person I talked to
was so abrupt that I almost thought I'd said something wrong."

While it wouldn't be the first time Chase put his foot in his mouth, HQ's reaction was strange enough to
make me take notice.

I glanced at the empty aisles. Still no customers, but in a little while the place would be jumping when the
Faerie Watchers book mavens arrived. Entertaining a pack of gawking, camera-happy fans wasn't on my
top-ten list of favorite activities, but hey, it paid the bills and helped Otherworld-Earthside relations at the
same time. And the women were nice, if a little giddy.

"Come on, let's talk. The FWC contingent won't arrive until noon, so I've got some time to kill."

"The Faerie Watchers Club?" It was Chase's turn to grin. "Oh come now. Don't tell me you finally gave in
to them? Don't you just love being a celebrity?"

I snorted. "Oh sure, I love belonging to the Anna Nicole Smith set. All Earthside Faerie live in tabloid
land, you know." In fact, yellow journalism had gotten a huge boost when we showed up, our presence
infusing new blood into the Enquirer, the Star, and numerous other tabloids. "Hey, it could be worse. I
could have the Guardian Watchdogs breathing down my neck."

"Heaven help us from that," Chase said under his breath.

A vigilante watchdog group, the Guardian Watchdogs considered anybody who wasn't an FBH to be an
"alien." They called themselves the "earth-born" and lumped everyone from Otherworld together as a
threat to society, a threat to their children, and a threat to morality in general. Wouldn't they be surprised