Billie nodded, then turned back to the sunset.
There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, which is fine until twilight rolls around, at which point it makes for somewhat plain sunsets. But Billie seemed happy, and as we walked back to the car in the deepening blues of dusk she slipped her hand into mine.
I glanced down at our hands and then at her, unable to hide my surprise.
“Do you mind?”
“Hardly,” I said.
“So where are we having dinner?”
“Your choice,” I said. “My treat.”
She grinned. “All right. I know just the place.”
“The place,” turned out to be a Mexican dive in the western part of Mesa, on a side street off of Southern. I had to hand it to her: it was one of the few Mexican restaurants in this part of the Phoenix area that I didn’t know, and it was crowded with a mix of university students and Latino families. I had no doubt that the food would be excellent
Upon returning to the city, though, I felt myself growing tense again. I made us wait for a table in the back of the restaurant, though there were a couple of open ones near the front when we arrived. And then I insisted on sitting against the back wall, so that I could watch the door and windows.
By the time we were seated and the waitress was handing us our menus, Billie was frowning at me. No half-smile either. This was all frown.
“What was that all about?” she asked.
“What?”
“That bit with the table? The fact that you practically raced me over here so that you could sit in that chair?”
“I don’t like to sit with my back to the door,” I said, trying to keep my voice light. “I’m sure you’ve seen enough detective flicks to know that I’m not the first person to be like that.”
“That’s a load of crap, Fearsson. What’s this about?”
I put down the menu and met her gaze. “I really don’t like to have my back to the door. And since this case has started, I’ve had the feeling, at times, that I’m being watched, followed.” Hunted.
“Do you think you’re. . in danger?” Her frown deepened. “I feel so weird even saying it. Now I feel like I’m in one of those movies.”
I rubbed a hand over my face. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I’m scared for you, not for myself.”
Hadn’t Namid said much the same thing? Nice to know everyone was so worried about me.
“I appreciate that. I don’t know if I’m in danger or not. I haven’t been threatened or anything like that. I haven’t even seen anyone following me. It’s a feeling; nothing more.” I picked up the menu again and shook my head, eager to find some way-any way-to reassure her. “Who knows? Maybe it’s the strain of working a murder case again. I’m getting paranoid.”
She still wasn’t reading her menu. “Was that a problem for you before? Paranoia?”
“No.”
“I didn’t think so. You don’t seem like the paranoid type. And you also don’t seem like the type to act this way unless you were really concerned.”
Did I mention that she was smart?
“You’re right,” I said. “That’s why I wanted to sit back here, and why I feel better having a view of the door and the street.”
“Should we leave?”
I shook my head. “No. That would be giving in to my fear, and that’s exactly what I don’t want to start doing.”
She nodded.
“So what’s good here?” I asked.
Billie smiled and picked up her menu. “Everything.”
As it turned out, the food was great and the place had Dos Equis Amber on tap, which you don’t find in a lot of restaurants. We stayed for two hours, talking, laughing a lot. We even spent a little time just sitting, looking into each other’s eyes. I swear. I don’t think I’d ever done that with anyone.
After dinner, I drove her home. I went so far as to walk her up to the door. My dad would have been proud.
She got out her keys, but then leaned against the door frame. “What are you doing tomorrow, Fearsson?”
“Not sure yet. I have some more digging around to do, and I have to go see a band play tomorrow night.”
Her eyebrows went up. “A band?”
“It’s work, not pleasure. I need to speak with the manager of Robo’s about the guy the police have arrested, and as it happens, Randy Deegan’s band is playing there.”
“Hmmm,” she said. “I like music.”
I laughed. “I told you it was work.”
“But don’t you need a cover, someone to make it seem like you’re a regular guy going for the music?”
“You mean my girl Friday?”
“Something like that.”
“Sure, why not? Eight o’clock?”
“It’s a date.”
Silence. Our eyes locked again.
“This was fun,” she said. “More than fun. It was. .”
“It was the best day I’ve had in a really long time,” I said for her.
“For me, too.” She stepped forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. “Good night, Fearsson.”
“Good night.”
I waited until she was in the house before walking back to the Z-ster. As I approached the car I slowed, trying again to sense the red sorcerer. Once more, I felt nothing. He was out there, of course. Somewhere. But for tonight at least, he had let me be.
I peered up at the moon, which was radiant and big, shading toward full. Just seeing it made my head start to throb. I climbed into the Z-ster and closed my eyes, taking long, slow breaths.
One more night. I’d have my date with Billie at Robo’s. And then the phasing would begin.
CHAPTER 13
Often on the cusp of a phasing, my dreams become fragmented to the point of incoherence, as if the insanity that’s about to be brought on by the moon has crept into my sleep. But not this night.
All night long I dreamed of the red sorcerer, and in every dream he was tracking me, hunting me down. I’d wake from one dream, fall back asleep, and slip right into another; my mind was like a flat stone skipping along the surface of a pond. At one point I dreamed that I was back in the monument with Billie, running along a dried river bed, leading her, pulling her by the hand. I kept staring back over my shoulder, expecting to see the red sorcerer. I could feel him behind us, and as much as I wanted to get away, to get Billie away, I also wanted to see his face, to find out who he was.
We reached a bend in the riverbed, and I hesitated, though now Billie tugged at my hand, trying to get me to run on. She said something to me that I didn’t hear, and I turned to her. And as I did, I saw her eyes widen at something she could see past my shoulder. She screamed, and I spun to look.
Which, of course, is when the phone rang, waking me from the dream. I groped for the receiver, missed it the first time, got it the second.
“Fearsson,” I mumbled.
“Sleeping late, I see,” Kona said. “You alone, or did you have another date?”
I grunted a laugh. “Both.”
“Good. What do you have for me?”
“So much for the social niceties.”
“You’re lucky you got as much as you did. I’m having a bad day, partner. It’s not even nine o’clock and my day’s shot to hell.”
I sat up, running a hand through my tangled hair. “Tell me. Maybe I can help.”
“It’s nothing you don’t already know. Gann is being arraigned right now, and I’ve got no way of proving to Hibbard or Arroyo or anyone else that he’s innocent.”
Right. “I’ll see what else I can find,” I said, forcing myself awake. “I didn’t get much from Q or Luis, but there’s another place I can go today.”
“We don’t have much time.”
I chuckled humorlessly. “Don’t I know it.”
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning that our friend has taken a particular interest in me. I don’t know why; I guess he knows I’m after him. But he’s taken the measure of my warding three times now and-”
“You’ve lost me, partner. It’s that mumbo-jumbo stuff again.”
“Sorry. He’s been testing me in a way, and he’s done it three times, which in magical circles basically means that he owns me. The next time, if he wants to hurt me, or kill me, or turn me into a toad, he can pretty much have his way.”