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sounded more relieved than anything. “I was just checking, chill out. So what’re you going to do?”
    “I don’t know. Probably go down to see Veronica today and take her up on that offer for equipment. Might as well take advantage of it. Maybe they have something useful against vamps and rogue zealots.”
    After a short bark of laughter, she asked, a little more normally, “Do you want me to come with you?”
    “No, I’m okay. I just needed to tell someone.”
    My turn to hesitate. I didn’t like having to say the next part, but the White Hats didn’t leave me a lot of choice after last night. Not that I’d had a choice since agreeing to work for The Circle.
    “Listen, watch your back. I know this is my run, but I’ve got a bad feeling this one’s going to go wonky and I don’t want you getting hurt because of me.”
    “Hey, what are partners for? If you need a place to crash until this blows over, just bring some clothes and come by. Oh, and check in with me before sunset or I’ll come looking.”
    “Thanks, I may just take you up on that. I’ll call you after I see what The Circle’s got to offer.”
    “Be careful, Shia.”
    “I will. Thanks, Sara.”
    Only after I hung up did I remember that I was supposed to chew her out for not telling me about the financial straits our business was in. Oh well. I’d bug her about it when I had a few less important things on my mind. Things like my impending demise and need to decide what side of the supernatural fence I was on.
    I still had the jitters and didn’t feel like lying around, so I got up to shower and get dressed. After pulling on a comfortable pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, I made myself a bagel with lox and cream cheese, a cup of coffee, and headed over to my computer. A few clicks and passwords later, I was staring at my e-mail.
    Two were from Mom, one a joke and the other a reminder for Sara and me that my brother Damien’s birthday barbecue was on Sunday. Spam. Spam. More spam. A note from my brother Mikey asking if I knew what Damien wanted and if I wanted in on a joint gift. A few offers to enlarge my PEN15 and get a better mortgage rate. Lo and behold, my in-box also had an e-mail from Veronica Wright sent early last night, and another from Alec Royce from less than two hours ago.
    The sun had risen about three hours ago. Did that mean vamps could move about in daylight? Great, that was more than I needed to know.
    I clicked open Veronica’s e-mail first.
    TO: S. Waynest
FROM: Veronica Wright
SUBJECT: Update
    I haven’t heard since you signed the contract Thursday. I am concerned. Update?
    Irritated at her impatience, I clattered out a quick response.
    Met with our subject last night. Progress being made. I would like to get together with you this afternoon RE: equipment. Are you available?
    Next came Royce’s message. I remembered belatedly that he’d written something on the back of his business card before he gave it to me, and wondered if that had anything to do with it.
    TO: S. Waynest
FROM: Alec D. Royce
SUBJECT: Security
    I have received word that our friends the W.H.s have paid you a visit.
    That was scary. How the heck did he know about that already? Chilled, I pressed on, scanning the rest of the note.
    I would be displeased to see our business relationship terminated prior to completion of your assignment. I will extend you some measure of protection against the W.H. element and give you an update on the missing boy.
    The requisite forms are filled out and the warrant should be signed by noon. Call the number on the back of my card if something comes up during the day.
    Please come to my office on 52nd as soon as convenient after sunset. Present my card at the security desk for entrance.
    Cordially,
Alec D. Royce
A. D. Royce Industries
    Well, that was a development. Why was he offering me protection now? What exactly did he plan to do to keep the White Hats off my back? Something about the letter struck me as off, aside from