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even slightly. He didn t think I had just let the right person fuck me
and he gave lousy head. Fish lips. Honestly it felt awful. He had a
horrible fat man fawn on him during the shoot, which took a
million takes, and my father s going with a voiceover instead.
 Can you introduce me to your father? I promise to be on my
very best behavior.
Patrick studied me.  Okay. First thing tomorrow. But
remember. No killing.
I put my hand over my heart.
Patrick s smile turned a little shy, or perhaps just a little sly.
 We could go from your place.
We could indeed.
Gwen came to her door as we got off the elevator. She glared at
me, but I wouldn t give Patrick up now. He came with a vibrate
mode.
I had just gotten out of my car back at the house when Baxter
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came running up to me. Despite the cold air, his face still shone.
How, I didn t know.
 Did you talk to Gwen? he demanded.
And how, I thought, but shook my head.  Go back to the diner
and get your check back, Mr. Baxter. I can t take your money
anymore. Your best bet would be to contact Gwen yourself and
collect another set of ingredients for another summoning spell.
 But I don t want another demon! I want August! I want him
back. You need to get him for me!
Baxter went to put his hands on my chest. I saw it in his eyes
he wanted to hurt me. But just as I reached for my knife so that I
could force-feed Baxter his own fingers, he pulled away. He
slammed his fist down on the hood of my car. Which, I supposed I
would allow. This time.
He stepped back.  Please. I loved him. I want him back.
 Like I said, I m sorry. But I m not in Gwen s favor right now,
and anything I ask from her will be denied.
Baxter s lip quivered. But he turned around and left without
saying another word. Just as Patrick reached the front door, and
Baxter drove off in his car, the big limo rounded the corner. I
exhaled, and tossed Patrick the keys.
 Go on ahead, I said.  Unfortunately, this might be a while.
 Are those the people who are going to turn you into a
zombie? Patrick asked.
 Worse. They made me give head to a man named Bootsie.
Patrick unlocked the door, shuddering.
Bootsie got out of the driver s side door.  In, he ordered.
 Don t speak. Just get inside.
I mock saluted him.
The old woman waited for me. Today she wore a soft blue
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pantsuit, with a white fur stole over her shoulders. Her gloves were
white suede and she had a string of pearls around her throat. She
looked as though she d just come from the opera rather than
getting dressed up only to threaten me.
 You were on the way, she said, and took off her gloves.
 What have you found out?
 Scott s agent is dead.
She didn t look too surprised to hear about Butler s death. She
should have at least wanted to know if I d learned anything. She
gave me nothing.  You have three more days, she said, instead.
 No one said anything about a deadline, I snapped.
 That doesn t mean the deadline hasn t been there. Three days,
McKenzie. Don t waste them.
The door opened again.  Get out, Bootsie said. I only stood
beside him for a second, but it long enough for Bootsie to lean into
my space.  She ll kill you, he whispered.  But I ll get you first.
I stepped away, but not fast enough. His words slid down my
skin like filthy mud. No pressure or anything.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate deadlines? It s not like
they re called seriously inconvenienced lines or  oh, well I ll try
harder next time lines. Especially in this business. I ran the short
distance to the house and threw open the door. Luckily, Patrick
hadn t locked it on his way in or the dramatic moment would have
been totally ruined.
 Are you naked? I called.
Patrick came around so that he could see me from the kitchen.
He was fully clothed, but answered the question anyway.  No.
 Then we ve got to go. That sounded too much like an order. I
tried again.  I ve got to go. But I want you to come. I need you to
come. That felt better.  Please.
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Patrick looked at his watch.  My father starts work ridiculously
early. He d be home by now.
I waited. Patrick hesitated for a second more. He wanted to ask
if this could wait, but he had to know that it couldn t. He sighed,
but seemed distracted.  Let me get my coat.
 You re already wearing your coat, I pointed out.
He touched the leather with his fingertips.  Oh. Yeah.
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CHAPTER 8
Patrick gave directions to Mount Royal, the wealthy part of the
city on the other side of downtown. The houses here were huge
and on enormous lots unlike any other place inside the city. The
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