Even The Vampires Get The Blues

Paen frowned back at him for a moment before turning to me. 'I told you everything I knew about the statue.'

I marched over to stand in front of him, my hand on my hip. 'Oh you did, huh? You didn't mention that the statue represents the origins of immortal races, and that it supposedly contains some big secret of how they were created. You didn't tell me that it was priceless, worth so much that someone would offer me fifty thousand pounds just to find it for him.'

'Fifty thousand—' Paen grabbed the finger I was using to punctuate my sentences by poking it into his chest. I squelched the little tremor of pleasure that zipped through me at his touch. 'Who offered you money to find my statue?'

'The mage expert I consulted earlier. It turns out he is also looking for the Jilin God, only he was a bit more forthcoming with information about it.' I let Paen see the full extent of my discontent.

He glared right back at me. 'I had no idea it represented the origin of immortal races any more than I knew it was priceless. I've done extensive research into the origin of the Moravians and never heard of it, so perhaps the information from your source is questionable. Who is this mage expert?'

'Possibly it's questionable, but it sounded like the truth. It would explain why a demon lord would want it—if it held secrets of the immortals, surely that would give a demon lord power over the various races?'

'It is within the realm of possibility, but just barely,' Paen said, releasing my hand. 'The expert's name?'

'Hmm? Oh. Caspar Green.'

I thought Paen's eyeballs were going to pop out of his head.

'Who?' he roared.

'Caspar Green. Why are you so upset?'

'That's not a man, that's a demon,' Paen snarled, slamming his fist into the wall. I flinched at both the hole he left and the red welts that appeared on his hand. 'He's the one who is demanding I repay my father's debt.'

It was my turn to do the eyeball pop. 'You're kidding. Caspar is the one doing this? We're going to have to have another talk with him.'

'Right now,' Paen said, snatching up his coat and heading for the door.

All four of us trooped out and descended upon Caspar. Or tried to, at least. He didn't answer his door buzzer or the phone, and when Paen, driven by fury, scaled the outside of the building and deliberately broke into the apartment, he came up empty-handed.

'He's gone to earth,' Paen growled a few minutes later, as I dabbed at the cuts on his hand made by the broken glass. 'Search the flat. We may find something that says where he is, or what he's up to playing us against each other like this.'

We found nothing. The flat was almost sterile in its pristine state, as if it were there for show and not really lived in.

'So what do we do now?' Clare asked when we returned disheartened to the office. She munched lilac blossoms like they were popcorn. 'Just wait around for Caspar and Mr. Race to return? Do we have time for that? What if Mr. Race doesn't know anything about the statue? What if the demon who talked to Paen was wrong? What if Caspar won't cooperate?'

'Race is the only lead we have,' Finn said.

'Yes, and we can't talk to him if we can't find him. Evidently he's en route, and no, he doesn't have a cell phone. I asked his housekeeper. So we're playing the waiting game for both him and Caspar.'

'But we should be doing something!' Clare wailed, waving her hands around.

Paen jumped up from a chair and marched over to the window, staring out it with an expression of extreme frustration, anger, and a tinge of hopelessness that just about broke my heart.

I slumped into the chair that he vacated, the faint warmth left behind by his body sinking into mine until it made my soul want to weep. Life suddenly seemed so overwhelming, so bloody impossible. I had tried everything I knew how to do, and yet repeatedly failed. 'This is beyond frustrating. Why can't I find that damned statue and manuscript? I've never not found anything I've looked for before, so why am I now having absolutely no luck? What is Caspar up to? Why is Race suddenly incommunicado when we need to talk to him? I tell you, it's enough to make an elf-girl cry.'

'Poor sweet Sam,' Clare said, gliding over to me. 'Maybe you've lost your power?'

'Huh?'

Clare nudged the phone over so she could perch elegantly on the edge of my desk. 'Because you… you know.' She nodded to where Paen was standing at the window, careful to avoid direct light. 'Maybe that caused you to lose your powers.'

I pulled out a small mirror from my desk and checked. 'Nope. Still half elf. And we were in the beyond today. I wouldn't have been able to do that if I'd lost my elfly powers.'

'You went to the beyond?' she asked, slanting another glance at Paen. 'Together?'

'Yes, not that it has any relevance to my sudden inability to find things,' I said glumly, resting my forehead on the desk.

'But you lost that bird statue, too. That's incredibly careless and irresponsible.'

I raised my head to glare at her.

'Which is not like you at all,' she added quickly. 'Perhaps someone has cast a spell or cursed you?'

'We'd see a curse, and surely Sam would be able to tell if someone cast a spell on her? Elves are notoriously hard to enchant,' Finn said, taking his place next to Clare, and giving her shoulder a supportive squeeze.

As if her shoulder needed the reassurance that it was cherished… I dropped my forehead to the desk again. 'I'm not cursed, and not enchanted. I'm just suddenly… ineffective. But that's going to change.'

'You have another plan,' Clare said, clapping her hands with delight. 'I knew you'd come up with something, Sam. It's best not to put too much reliance on what a demon says. What are you going to do?'

'Desperate times call for desperate measures,' I told the desk.

'I told you she wouldn't give up,' Clare said to Finn. He started to protest that he never doubted me, but I held up a hand to stop him.

'I don't trust that demon who spoke to Paen,' I said thoughtfully. 'Not Caspar, the other one.'

He half turned toward me. 'Is there any particular reason why, or do you just have a general distrust of demons?'

'The latter.' I pushed Clare's hip off the desk and replaced the phone where I wanted it. 'It's too pat, too convenient. It smacks too much of trying to divide and conquer.'

Everyone looked at me.

'Don't you see?' I asked, waving my hands around in a vague gesture intended to convey coherence. 'The demon wants to confuse us, throw us off the track by sending us on a wild-goose chase. And who does it want us to chase? Our other client. No, it just seems too coincidental.'

'She has a point,' Clare said. Finn nodded. Paen frowned.

I took a deep breath. 'Since I can't seem to locate either object we were hired to find—nor hang on to a simple bird statue—I've decided that I'm going to engage the services of someone who can.'

'Who is that?' Clare asked, blinking. 'Brother Jacob?'

I shook my head.

'Another Diviner?' Finn asked.

I shook my head again, avoiding looking at the silent man whose presence behind me registered on every molecule in my body. 'No. I'm going to have to bring in some big help. I'm going to consult a seer.'

I thought for a moment that Clare was going to choke. 'You're… you're… no, you can't! Finn, tell her she can't! Seers are bad!'

'They're not bad, they're just a bit… pricey. And Finn has nothing to do with the matter, so don't try to drag him into it,' I said. 'We were hired to do a job, Clare, and we're going to do it by one means or another.'

'But… a seer, Sam? That's even worse than a Guardian or a theurgist!' Clare, distraught, ran for her flower vase.