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tall, chilly office building.
    Or maybe they were icing down the parking garages now, too. "Such nice weather we're having," I told him.
    "Lovely," he agreed politely. He was about thirty, with seriously thick lenses on his gold-rimmed glasses. "I need to speak with you a few minutes, ma'am."
    "This isn't a good time. Have they started air-conditioning the parking garages yet?"
    "Uh… not to my knowledge. Perhaps I should introduce myself." He reached into a breast pocket, then held out a leather case. "Agent Rawlins. FBI."
    Going back to bed was sounding better all the time. "A real FBI agent," I said weakly. "How exciting. Are you looking for kidnappers? Terrorists? The Mob?"
    "Not today. May I come in?"
    "Oh, dear. I don't think my nephew is contagious anymore…"
    "Pete?" Erin said from behind me. "Is that you?"
    The professionally stern face startled. "Lady? I mean—Erin?"
    " Ná hinis faic dhó ," said the naked man on my couch.
    I sighed and stood aside. "Never mind, Michael. Either someone here has some very odd karma, or God is feeling playful. It seems Agent Rawlins is in Erin's coven."

Chapter 5
    "THANK you, ma'am." Pete took the mug of coffee I held out. He was sitting on one of the bench seats at my dinette, looking uncomfortable. "Lady—Erin—I need to know why you're here."
    "So do I," she said, accepting her mug from me.
    He blinked.
    "You performed a truth spell on Michael," I told her, settling cross-legged beside Michael on the couch—which put me next to Pete as well, since my couch butts up against the dinette on one side. My quarters are small. "He has amnesia, too, but rather more thoroughly than you."
    "You learned I was telling the truth about that," Michael said.
    I nodded. "And then you took the spell deeper, trying to unearth those buried memories. But something went wrong. He broke the circle—"
    "I was trying to stop the—the—I can't find the word," he said, frustrated. "It slapped Erin away and she passed out. It's supposed to protect me, keep me from being read without permission."
    Erin's brows drew down. "I had your permission."
    "You remember!" I cried.
    "Some of it," she said grudgingly, and sighed. "Most of it, I suppose. I'm pretty sure he's not evil, not inherently. But he's barricaded like crazy. I never saw such shields." She sipped from her mug. "Molly, you make the best coffee. The fumes alone are curing my headache."
    "I helped." Michael was pleased.
    Pete was lost. "Who are you?"
    "Michael."
    "Last name?"
    "Not yet." He looked at me inquiringly. "Do you wish to gift me with one?"
    "We'll worry about that later. Pete—"
    "I'm here as Agent Rawlins."
    "Don't be stuffy," Erin told him. "We have a situation here. We could use some help. Probably it would be best if you started by telling us why you're here."
    Pete frowned at his coffee. "I can't tell you that."
    "You're putting him in a difficult position, Erin," I said. "He owes you truth and all reasonable assistance, but he has a duty to the FBI, too. Pete, perhaps you could ask me whatever you came to ask, and I'll be a difficult witness or informant or whatever and insist on knowing more before I answer. Then we can trade information. Will that work?"
    He started laughing. It transformed his face, waking a spark of interest in me. I hadn't supped, as Michael put it, in a couple days. Not long enough to be a problem normally, but my appetite had been roused by Michael's presence. And Pete was really quite attractive when he forgot to wear his official face…
    Erin poked me in the ribs.
    Pete shook his head, still smiling. "I've fallen down the rabbit hole, haven't I? Okay, we'll give it a try, though I can't promise to tell you everything."
    "That's all right." I leaned towards him and patted his hand. "I doubt we'll tell you everything, either."
    PETE was quite forthcoming about himself. He'd been bom into a Wiccan family, but had inherited only a modest Gift—little more, he said, than many people unknowingly