Gale Force

“Warden, it’s Luis Rocha. Earth Warden. We met up top.” Meaning, up in the aetheric. I didn’t know his voice, but I liked it—warm, brisk, efficient. No wasted words. “Everybody okay there?”

“Looks like.” No wasted words here, either, apparently. “Good work up there.”

“You too, but I’m worried. I don’t know what the hell that thing is we saw, but whatever it is, it needs looking into.”

“You think it’s the cause of what just happened?”

“Any place can have earthquakes, but not without some warning signs, and there weren’t any. External cause, has to be. That thing—it seems to be the epicenter, and no way is that supposed to be there.”

I frowned. “You think it could do more damage?”

“Don’t know, but I wouldn’t leave it there. We need to figure out what this thing is, fast.”

“My job,” I said. “I’ll get the Djinn on it. You do your thing, Warden Rocha, and thank you. Excellent job.”

I heard the grin in his voice. “Yeah, well, put it on my bonus schedule. Adios, señora.”

“Adios,” I said, and hung up. I slipped the phone into my pocket and wondered, for the first time, why David wasn’t—

“I’m right here,” David said, appearing out of thin air in midstride. He was dressed for business, not pleasure—sturdy blue jeans, a plain shirt, thick boots, and his long olive-drab coat. Glasses, too. They glittered like ice in the reflected shine from the broken glass. He didn’t halt at a polite distance; he came right up and put his hands around my face, wordlessly smoothing away plaster dust, and placed a warm kiss on my forehead. I felt the various aches and pains melt away, and a mad jittering inside me go still and calm. I hadn’t even realized how tense I was.

“What kept you?” My tone stayed dry, although I had a strange desire to burst into tears. “Next time, don’t stop for traffic lights, okay?”

He sighed and put his arms around me. “Safe driving isn’t just a good idea; it’s the law,” he reminded me, in that mocking way that only Djinn can. He’d no more think of obeying traffic laws than I would that thing about not wearing white after Labor Day. “Sorry. We were busy.”

“Yeah, no kidding. Busy here, too. What’s—” My phone rang. I stepped back from him with an apologetic what-can-you-do lift of my hands, and answered, “Baldwin.”

It was my friend and (technically) boss, Lewis, and he was uncharacteristically angry. “What the hell did you think you were doing?” he demanded. He was someplace close, or at least equally affected; I could hear the rising babble of confused voices and car alarms. “We’re going to be damn lucky if the whole eastern seaboard isn’t in chaos by the end of the day!”

I stopped what I was about to say, frowned, and rewound what he’d said. I listened to it again in my head before saying, cautiously, “Hang on a second. You think it’s my fault?”

I felt, rather than heard, him coming to a complete stop wherever he was, as if I’d gotten his undivided attention. I hoped he wasn’t standing in the middle of the street, like the idiots outside. And I thought he was replaying what I’d just said. “Are you saying it isn’t your fault?” he asked.

“I’m about ninety-nine percent sure I had nothing to do with it.”

“You were seen in the middle of the—”

“Yeah, trying to fix it, which is sort of my job!” I snapped, and looked at David. He was watching me with warm brown eyes, looking almost completely human. I wondered what kind of effort that was taking. “If you don’t believe me, ask the other Warden. Luis Rocha. He was there. He saw what I saw.”

“Rocha,” Lewis repeated thoughtfully. “Yeah, I know him. Luis is solid. Okay, let me talk to him, but meanwhile—sorry. I just thought, with you new to your Earth powers—”

“You thought I’d go yank around at force lines in the ground, because they were there? What am I, four? Come on, man.”

Ah, there was the Lewis I knew and loved, in that ironic lift in his voice. “Jo, you know damn well that if you’re standing at ground zero of trouble, I have to assume you’ve got something to do with it.”

“Convicted on prior bad acts?”

“Something like that.” He was moving again. I heard the shrilling call of a siren as it ripped by him and dopplered away, and then heard it coming into audio range on my end—same siren, or very similar. “Where are you?”

“Delvia’s Bridal. Um, it was Delvia’s Bridal, anyway. I think it’s Super Discount Gowns now. At the very least, there’s going to be a whole lot of discounting going on.”

“And you say you didn’t have a motive,” Lewis replied. “Right. I’m heading that way. Stay put.”

He hung up before I could assure him I wasn’t going anywhere. I looked around. The clerk was making sad attempts to right sales racks and rehang gowns. Cherise exchanged a look with me, nodded, and went to help. David, of course, could have waved a magic hand and put it all back to rights, but that wasn’t the way things were done, at least not out here in the open, where it could be witnessed by the general public. We’d do most of our helping out later, when people weren’t looking.

At least, I hoped so. The old days of the Wardens leaving messes behind them were over—or so I’d been assured. This would, I thought, be a good test of their resolve to do the right thing, and if they didn’t . . . well, I could always take names, kick asses.

“Not normal,” I said aloud. “This shouldn’t have happened.”

I didn’t need confirmation, but David gave it to me anyway. “Someone caused it,” he said.

“A Warden?”

He was silent. When I glanced his way, I saw that his eyes were growing lighter in color and brighter in power . . . but then they cooled again, and he shook his head. “Unknown.”

“What? How can it be unknown? How can you not know?” Because David, after all, was sort of the running definition of omniscient these days. Imagine those surveillance cameras you see on every street corner, only for the Djinn, every single object in the world, living or inert, has a history and a path through time that they can follow. David was capable of unspooling that carpet back and following the threads to . . . nothing, apparently.

That was unsettling to me—to him, too, because he shot me a frown and said nothing in his own defense. He turned away to pace, head down, and I was reminded for all the world of a tracking dog trying to pick up a scent.

Vainly.

I felt a slight bump of power on the aetheric level— it took concentration to detect it—and knew that someone had arrived. Someone of the Djinn variety. Could be a good thing; could be a bad thing. . . . Either way, it would be unpredictable.

I turned, a determined smile on my face, and was relieved to see the Djinn Rahel lounging in the cracked doorway, arms folded, surveying the damage with amused, lambently glittering eyes. She was a tall creature, elegant as a heron, but her nature always put me in mind of a hunting hawk—predatory, alert, always on the verge of striking.

Today she wore a bright lavender pantsuit in what looked like (and probably was) the softest of peach skin. It was tailored within an inch of its life, clinging to her long legs and her sculpted torso. Purple was a relaxed color for her, as it was for me. In a less conciliatory mood, she’d have been wearing neon yellow.

“So,” she said, in a low voice as rich as spilled syrup, “does this mean the wedding is off?”

“You wish,” I said. “Thanks for the help. Oh, wait . . .”

Her smile widened, revealing white, even teeth. My, she was in a good mood. She didn’t even bother with sharpening them to freak me out. “Did you need help, little sister? All you had to do was ask.”

Like I’d had time to pretty-please. She tilted her head, still focused on me, and the hundreds of tiny, meticulous braids in her ebony hair shifted and hissed together, and the tiny beads clacked. Snakes and bones. I resisted the urge to shiver. I liked Rahel, and I thought she liked me, as much as that kind of thing could happen, but I was never really . . . sure. You never could be, with the Djinn.

And once again, she surprised me by saying, “What do you need?”

Djinn didn’t offer. But she did, and I gaped at her for a long, unflattering few seconds before I got control and composed myself into a grateful expression. “If you could check and let me know if