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without killing himself.”
    Malachi folded up the paper and pressed his lips to her knuckles. “I’m sorry.”
    “It’s the way he is. The way he’s always been.”
    “But you don’t know where he is?”
    “No.”
    “Where was he last seen?”
    Ava turned on her phone and pulled up the app she used to keep track of her father. The mobile application was fan-created and borderline creepy, but it had become a convenient way to keep track of Jasper and his schedule. “He had that concert in Vienna on the twentieth of last month. Then another in… Budapest. Then it looks like he went under.” She scrolled back up the page and mentally counted down. Four weeks. Six…
    “Yeah,” she finally said. “He was due.”
    “Due?”
    “It’s just the way he is. Every eight weeks or so, when he’s touring, he’ll crash. Luis works it into his schedule. His next show isn’t for three weeks.”
    “He takes a three-week vacation to get high?”
    “Among other things. It’s better when he’s recording. Seems to work some of the energy out for him to be creative. I can relate,” she muttered. “I was kind of the same way before we met. Not with the drugs, but…” She shook her head. “He’ll be fine for a while. Using but functioning. Then every now and then he’ll go off and get really wasted. It varies how bad it is.”
    “How bad does this seem?”
    “If he’s not answering my calls or e-mails? Pretty bad.”
    “Drugs?”
    “Drugs. Vodka. Lots and lots of women.”
    He narrowed his eyes. “Really?”
    She shrugged. “It’s sad, but it really is typical music-industry stuff. A lot of these guys are like that. You wouldn’t believe the excess. Probably one of the reasons he allowed my mom and Carl to raise me without much interference.”
    “Hmmm.” He was rubbing a hand over his chin, scratching at the thick stubble that had already appeared. It was his usual sign that he was mulling things over.
    “What are you thinking?”
    “I’m thinking…” He pulled out his own phone. “We should call Max.”
    That hadn’t been what he was thinking about, but she let it pass. “Where is Max?”
    “I don’t know. But he is answering his phone, and if you want to find someone, I think he’d be the one to ask.”
    “You think?”
    “I do.”
    It wasn’t a bad idea. Malachi was clearly remembering more about his brothers after being back in the scribe house. He was easier with Leo and Rhys. Seemed more comfortable in his own skin every day that passed. And Ava knew Max was the one the others turned to when they needed information.
    “You think Max could find my father? He won’t be at any of his usual houses. Probably won’t even be using his name.”
    Malachi shook his head. “Not a problem. He’s human.”
    “What does that mean?”
    “It means he has only human methods of concealment. Which means that Max’s finding him will not be a problem.”

    THAT night, Leo and Ava were practicing with knives when Rhys walked in with the phone. Malachi rose from the weight bench in the corner, but Rhys held up a hand.
    “Damien,” he said into the phone. “I’m with the others. I’m putting you on speaker.”
    “—long as you’ve swept for bugs recently,” the voice came from the mobile phone that Rhys set on the counter in the large bedroom on the second floor where the workout room had been set up.
    “I swept yesterday,” Leo said, then he flipped two knives in quick succession. One hit the bull’s-eye right next to Ava’s last throw.
    “Good. I’m looking in the corners here, so expect surveillance from the council. Be wary of any scribes who turn up unexpectedly.”
    “Why?” Ava asked as she threw another. It was a new set that Leo had found for her. Perfectly balanced.  
    “Ava?”  
    She could hear the smile in Damien’s voice.
    “Hey, Damien! Is Sari there?”
    “Here,” a woman’s voice said. “How are you, sister?”
    “I’m good.” She smiled at Malachi, who was