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poetic language really means, it may have moved again. It’ll probably be quicker to track down the owner, since we do have his name.”
    Minerva pointed to a photo of a steely-eyed man with close-cropped gray hair. “This one seems like our strongest candidate. His company took over another firm this morning, and there’s been a major corporate bloodletting as he’s consolidated power. The aura around him is really murky. It’s not all-out evil, but it’s not sunshine and puppies, either.”
    “Do you have an address?” Owen asked.
    She handed him a printout. “Home, office, and his new acquisition are all on there. The strongest vibes are coming from the new office.”
    Owen scanned the sheet, then said, “It’s just down the street. Let’s go.”
    “I’ll fly on ahead, see what might be in the way, and get my people to clear a path for you,” Sam said. He waved a hand at a window to open it, then flew out. The rest of us went down the stairs.
    We’d just left the building when Owen’s cell phone rang. He listened for a moment, then said, “Got it. Thanks.” After putting the phone back in his pocket, he said, “Sam says there’s a commotion, but there aren’t any elves in sight.”
    “Lyle left before we got the purchaser’s name,” I said. “Maybe they’re still tracking it down the hard way.”
    I had to jog to keep up with the two guys as we headed downtown. I’d always thought that the way Owen carved his way through a crowd had something to do with magic, but he still managed it. He exuded “I’m on a mission” vibes that made people move out of his way.
    When we reached the address, the commotion Sam had mentioned became obvious. A stream of people carrying cardboard boxes poured out of the building’s front doors. Some of them were in tears, while others were livid with rage. “I don’t think their human resources people are doing a very good job with this,” Rod remarked. “It’s going to leave a toxic atmosphere among the employees who are left.”
    “If this guy’s on a power binge, he may not care. He’ll want them living in fear,” Owen said. “Think you can get us into the building and up to the executive floor?”
    “If they’re smart, they’ll have beefed up security to keep disgruntled former employees from getting to the boss, but I can deal with that,” Rod said. He whispered a spell and waved his hand, and we walked right past the lobby security guards to the bank of elevators. An elevator opened, and another group of box-carrying people got off. When the elevator was empty, we boarded, and then Rod did something to the control panel so that we went straight up to the executive floor, which should have required a special access key.
    I had to yawn to pop my ears as the elevator shot upward. There was something wrong about this scenario, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. As the elevator slowed, I said, “Would someone on a magical power binge fire everyone, or would he want more minions to do his bidding?”
    The two guys looked at me for a moment, frowning. “He might want to choose his minions instead of taking what he got, or he could be testing their loyalty,” Owen said. The elevator stopped and the doors opened before we could discuss it further. “You getting anything?” Owen asked Rod softly as we left the elevator.
    “You mean like a sudden and inexplicable lust for power that’s drawing me toward something? Nope.” He raised an eyebrow and grinned. “However, I see something else that’s drawing me.”
    I followed his line of sight and saw a buxom blond receptionist sitting at a desk that looked like it could control the space shuttle. I elbowed Rod in the ribs. “You’re dating my roommate,” I reminded him through clenched teeth.
    “Sorry. I can’t help it if my eyes still work.” He adjusted his cuffs and straightened his tie. “Leave this to me.” He put on his most charming smile and sauntered over to lean on the