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together. She even brushed her fingers over his bare arm as he passed by. The nearest paramedic glared at her and shook his head.
    “Hey!” she called after them. “Hang on a minute!” They didn’t break stride.
    “What’s up, Natalie?” came a voice behind them. They both turned. It took Emma a moment to remember the woman’s name. It was the healer-sorcerer, Mercedes Foster.
    “He’s got a serious bleed, right upper quadrant,” Natalie said, without a scrap of doubt. “Blood vessel, artery, something. If they don’t operate immediately, he’ll bleed out. But there’s no way they’re going to listen to me.”
    Mercedes nodded. “Got it. And if I don’t get some Weirsbane into him, the hospital is going to have a lot of questions we don’t have answers to.” She charged after the paramedics, her thin legs pumping like pistons, her clothes flapping around her limbs like a scarecrow’s. “Rowan!” she bellowed. “Wait! I’m coming with you. That’s my son!”
    Somehow, the sorcerer talked her way onto the helicopter.
    Natalie was on the phone with Gabriel, and Emma half-listened to her side of the conversation. “I know, I know...I don’t know...Alison and Rudy and Emma are here with me....Jonah? He sent a text after the first set. Said he wasn’t feeling well and was heading back...No, I haven’t heard from him since. They’ve searched the house and grounds, and he’s not here. I’ve texted him several times and even called him, but his phone just goes to voice mail....All right. See you soon.” Natalie clicked off and returned her phone to her pocket. “Gabriel’s on his way. He’s bringing his lawyer.”
    “I hope Jonah’s okay,” Rudy murmured.
    “Just sit down and shut up,” Alison hissed. She opened her mouth as if to say something else, but changed her mind.
    Emma tucked her hands under her arms, trying to warm them. “I wish we could leave,” she muttered, teeth chattering. “I really, really want to get out of here.”
    And go where? She did not want to go back to the Anchorage, where she no longer knew whom to trust. She did not want to talk to the police. If they asked who she was and where she came from, it wouldn’t take long to connect her to Memphis.
    Still, three people had been confirmed as dead. Two wizards, attendees at the party. And Madison Moss’s little sister. The black cat. Grace.
    What was it they said on the cop shows? Jonah Kinlock had means, motive, and opportunity to kill those three people. If Emma had sounded the alarm about Jonah Kinlock sooner, maybe it wouldn’t have happened.
    And yet, a voice in Emma’s head kept saying, No . She’d seen something deadly in Jonah Kinlock from the beginning. He was dangerous—but he wasn’t indiscriminate. He was like a weapon that was exceedingly accurate. She could totally imagine him cutting down wizards. Including Rowan DeVries. But she could not picture him killing a child. Especially one so close to his brother’s age.
    Emma thought of the scowling young girl in the black cat costume with the blown-out knees. The way she thrust her face up into the music like a cat soaking up sun. The bitten-down nails, and the dreamy way she gazed at Jonah. Why would somebody hurt a girl like that? Could Grace have stumbled on something she shouldn’t have?
    Beyond the stone wall, flashlights bobbed like fireflies in the dark, clustering together, then exploding apart, silvering the trunks and branches of the trees. Police cars lined both sides of the street, carrying emblems from surrounding communities. The Trinity police force had called in reinforcements.
    Would they fingerprint witnesses? Run background checks on them? Panic flared up in her again. Emma turned, scanning the crowd of people waiting until she spotted Fitch and Leesha sitting together at the edge of the terrace.
    “I’ll be right back.” Crossing the stone terrace to where they stood, Emma said, “Hey.”
    They swiveled to face her. Fitch had