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Jonathan Martin,” Rod said, exuding his usual charm.
    Either she was immune to magic or she just didn’t waste time on smooth talkers, because she didn’t melt the way women usually did when Rod hit them with the full whammy. Instead, she gave him a frosty smile and said, “Mr. Martin has gone to lunch. It’s his fiancée’s birthday, so I don’t expect him back until late.”
    I thought I detected something familiar in her tone, so I signaled for the guys to let me handle this. “Sounds like his fiancée’s a piece of work,” I said sympathetically. “Let me guess, she acts like you work for her, too—and they’re not even married yet.”
    She rolled her eyes. “I practically have to curtsy to Her Royal Highness while I’m picking up her dry cleaning and making appointments for her.”
    “Yeah, I’ve worked for one like that. And you know Her Highness has to go somewhere really special for her birthday.”
    “Naturally. I had to make the reservations for the Twenty-one Club weeks ago. He’ll get all the credit, of course, though he did get the gift this time, which is an improvement.”
    Bingo! “Let me guess, something in a little blue box?”
    “Nothing but the best for Her Highness.”
    A gift from Tiffany’s looked like proof that this was our guy, and now I knew where he was. “Well, I guess we’ll have to call on Mr. Martin later,” I said. “Thank you for your help.”
    “Would you care to leave a message?”
    “No, I suspect he’ll know what we needed.”
    Once we were on the elevator, Rod gave me an appreciative nod. “Nice work there, and without even using magic.”
    I gave what I hoped looked like a modest shrug. “I recognized the look in that woman’s eyes when she said the word ‘fiancée.’ It’s the way our receptionist always looked when she talked about our boss.” I gave an involuntary shiver. “Just looking at her gave me Mimi flashbacks.”
    “We still don’t know if this is our man,” Owen said.
    “This one did buy a gift at Tiffany’s,” Rod pointed out.
    “That would explain why the seers aren’t getting the sense of power from him,” I added. “If he bought it as a gift, he may be keeping it in the protective box. And that means we need to hurry uptown and snag it before he can give her the gift. I don’t think we want a woman who can put that look in a receptionist’s eyes to have this kind of power.”
    Sam was waiting for us outside. “We gotta get uptown, right away.”
    “We’re way ahead of you, Sam,” Rod said. “That’s where we’re heading.”
    “Yeah, but the elves are already on their way. My guys say they’re movin’ in on Fifty-first Street. Looks like they found it.”

Chapter Three
     
    I’d thought we had a head start because we knew the purchaser’s name, but apparently the elves could detect the Knot as soon as it came out of the protective box. “Uh oh,” I said as I hurried to keep up with the guys, who were hurrying to keep up with a flying gargoyle. “If the elves’ seers found the Knot, then that probably means Mr. Martin has already given it to his fiancée. And that means we’ll get to deal with the scary dragon lady who now has extra evil power.”
    “We’ll let Rod deal with her while we go after the Eye,” Owen said.
    “Wouldn’t this be faster in a car?” I asked as we ducked down an alley to cut between two streets. “Or at least the subway?”
    “We’re doin’ ya one better, doll,” Sam said. “By the time we get back to the office, there’ll be a carpet waitin’ for you guys.”
    A flying carpet might have been fast, but it wasn’t my favorite way to travel. When I flew, I preferred to have something solid like an airplane around me. Flying carpets were severely lacking in safety features like seatbelts. I was surprised, though, when Owen came to a complete halt and dug in his heels stubbornly. “No. Uh uh. No way on earth.”
    Rod stopped and turned around. “What?”
    “I know how