Jenks snorted. “It looks peaceful when you get up real close, too,” he said, and I thought of my garden. “It’s only the middle ground that’s ugly.”
A woman with a tray was slowly passing, and I met her eyes. She smiled at Jenks and handed me a little plate. “We’ve got twenty minutes,” I said, nervous, as I put a few bites of food on it. “Jenks, you want to scope out the bathrooms?”
“You got it, Rache,” he said, and he was gone.
By the looks Ivy and I were getting, it was growing obvious that this was almost an office party. Everyone seemed to know everyone else, and they were all dressed alike, too. Elegant, but a little out of date-classy geek, maybe? No wonder Ivy and I were getting eyed.
Slowly we made our way onto the revolving floor. Balloons were netted to the ceiling for midnight, and the lights were low to keep the view fabulous. I didn’t see anyone I recognized, but it had been a long time since I’d been in school, and I’d taken only one class at the university. I’d flunked it, but that was because the teacher had faked her own death before finals.
Ivy snagged two light amber glasses as we moved. She handed one to me without looking, and as soon as we found the band, I stopped beside a potted plant at the window. There was a small dance floor, and I turned when the woman started singing “What’s New?” Crap, it was the same band that had been playing at Trent’s wedding- rehearsal dinner-minus most of the players. There were only five this time. But it was her. The woman’s voice bobbled as she caught sight of me, and I looked away. Being recognized shouldn’t cause fear.
“Nice music,” Ivy said, seeing my flush. Taking a deep breath she added, “Edden’s here.”
My back to the band, I stared at her. “Edden? You can smell him?”
She smiled. “He’s standing behind you.”
Startled, I spun, almost spilling my drink. “Edden!” I cried as I set my glass down and took in his tux. There was a thickening at his chest that told me he was wearing a sidearm in a holster, but he looked great with his hair slicked back and his almost squat figure standing shoulder to shoulder with mine. “What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Working,” he said, clearly glad to see me. “I see Glenn got through to you. Thanks for coming in. You look nice.” Attention going to Ivy, he added, “Both of you.”
Ivy smiled, but I was flustered. “That’s not why I’m here,” I said. “I told Glenn no. I’m here doing some personal spelling. I didn’t know this was the party you were talking about, and even if I did, I wouldn’t be working it. Mia isn’t going to show. Ivy, tell him Mia won’t be here.”
Ivy adjusted her little clutch purse, hanging on a thin strap. “She won’t be here.”
Oh yeah. That was a big help.
Captain Edden rocked back in his dress shoes to look mildly irritated. He had a plate with a stuffed puff on it, and showing a thinning spot in his short hair, he took a bite. “Personal spelling. What is that? Witch speak for washing your hair?”
“I am spelling,” I said. “Jenks is here somewhere, Ivy’s chaperoning, I guess, and my date will be along about midnight. I’ve got his clothes in my bag.”
Edden’s gaze dropped to my oversize shoulder bag that didn’t match my shoes, my dress, or my hair. “I bet you do,” he said dryly, clearly still upset I’d turned him down, then showed up at the same party he wanted me to come to with him. “Well,” he said as he wiped his fingers on his napkin and set his plate aside, “if you aren’t here for Mia, then I’m going to guess your personal spelling involves Trent.” I shook my head, and he sighed. “Rachel, don’t make me arrest you tonight.”
“Trent has nothing to do with this,” I said as I watched Ivy mentally map out the floor, “and Mia isn’t going to be here. Your profilers are way off. She’s not worried about you bringing her in. She’s fighting her own personal war with Ms. Walker, and, Edden, you need to back off and let things cool down. You hire me for my opinion, well, there it is. Don’t you have one of those amulets I gave you? It’s blank, isn’t it?”
Edden frowned, telling me it was. His eyes scanned everywhere with the skill and patience of the military officer he’d once been. “After the incident at Aston’s, three independent profilers put Mia here or at another highly visible party,” he said, as if not having heard me. “We’ll catch her, with or without your help. Enjoy your evening, Ms. Morgan. Jenks. Ivy.”
His last words, though dry, held a hint of anxiety, and my instincts kicked in. “How’s Glenn?” I asked, and Edden’s jaw clenched. Ivy saw it, too, and when Jenks flew up, we all faced him square on, not letting him leave. “My God. You didn’t put Glenn back on duty, did you?” I looked over the edge of the windows to the party below and the FIB cruisers. “Is he down there? At Fountain Square? With his compromised aura? Edden, are you crazy? I told you I’m not ready to face a banshee, and Glenn sure as hell isn’t.”
Ivy set her plate down, and Edden’s squat form shifted uncomfortably. “He’s fine. He’s got one of those amulets and he knows what she looks like. The minute she shows, he calls. Lower your voice.”
My pulse quickened, and I put my face right by Edden’s. “He is not fine,” I almost hissed. “And I’m not so sure those amulets are all working.”
Feeling the tension rise, Ivy gave us a professional smile. “Rachel, it’s getting stuffy in here,” she said pleasantly. “I’m going to go downstairs and get some air. Jenks, you got this okay?”
“Tink’s panties, yes,” he said as he landed on my shoulder protectively.
My breath slipped out in relief. She’d watch him. Good. I didn’t think Mia would show, but she sure as hell wouldn’t be up here. Jenks and I could handle Al. Pierce, if he wasn’t hurt, could help, too.
“My son is fine,” Edden said, his brow furrowed and his posture hunched.
“I like watching fine men,” Ivy said, and checking that her phone was on, she slid it away in her clutch purse and started for the elevator. “You’re the one who wanted us to work the party. I’ll be downstairs. Call me if you need me.”
Edden took that with a bad grace, muttering, “You do the same. I have a warrant for both of them now.”
She nodded, and sashayed off. Not three steps away, and two guys approached her. Don’t do it, I mentally warned them, but she laughed like the happy woman she’d never be, and the two men thought they had it made. They were going to be made all right. Made into happy little burgers if they weren’t careful.
“I want to talk to Ivy before she goes,” Jenks said, spilling heavy dust as he hovered beside me. “Be nice to Trent, okay? You’re going to need his help someday.”
“Trent?” I asked, stiffening at the faint scent of wine and cinnamon. Jenks inclined his head to someone behind me before darting off to join Ivy in the elevator, and Edden and I turned. My jaw clenched, and I forced my teeth apart. It was Trent, and oh my God, he looked good.
“Hi, Trent,” I said wryly as I tried not to show my appreciation, as hard as that was, seeing him in a slim tux that showed off his height and frame. The fabric looked silky and free moving, making me want to run my hand down his shoulder just to feel it. A sharp, professional-looking tie with a pattern that said he wasn’t uptight gave the impression of a clever, witty man, but it was his bearing that made it all work. He had a nearly full wineglass in hand, and he was clearly comfortably in control with no doubts about who he was and what he wanted-and how to get it.
Feeling his eyes on me, I stood a little straighter and remembered how good we had looked together the night Kisten had blown up the casino boat we’d been on. Kisten hadn’t known we were on it, but thanks to Ivy’s warning, Trent and I had survived. We’d been the only two to do so. My brow furrowed as I considered that. We had gotten out of the ever-after together, as well. We were survivors.
Trent saw my frown, and the cocky boyish front that he used to beguile grew stilted. He touched his baby-fine hair to make sure it was lying flat, and I knew he was nervous. “Ms. Morgan,” he said, saluting me with his glass so I wouldn’t shake his hand.
That just ticked me off. And I wasn’t happy he’d been keeping Ceri away from me like I was the plague. Even if I was.
“We’ve shared a cell in the ever-after,” I said. “I think we ought to be on a first-name basis, don’t you?”
A single pale eyebrow rose. “They’re dressing the help nicely this year,” he said, and Edden disguised a laugh as a cough. It was all I could do to not give the FIB captain a backhanded swat.
The distinctive click and whine of a shutter snapping pulled my head around and I froze. It was the Cincinnati Enquirer, the photographer looking odd dressed in a full-length sequined gown with two cameras draped over her. “Councilman Kalamack,” she said enthusiastically. “Can I get a picture of you, the lady, and Captain Edden together?”
