Inked

times a day. We’d run into each other at the post office or Joe’s Burgers—he likes the chili burger with extra jalapeños. Sometimes I’d skip a couple days. Doesn’t do to be predictable.”
    “That’s enough to make him mad, not to make him sweat. He started sweating when he saw you.”
    “Some of the places where I ran into him would have been unexpected.”
    “Such as?”
    “Now and then I’d wait for him to come home after a long day’s work—he’s divorced, lives alone—have a little chat, and leave as soon as he fell asleep.”
    She stopped walking. “He fell asleep with you there? You broke into the chief of police’s house, and he went to sleep instead of arresting you?”
    “It was an apartment, actually, and he wasn’t the chief then. And I had a little charm Cullen made for me.”
    “A sleep charm.”
    “Worked beautifully, too. So did the other charm Cullen gave me.”
    “And that was?”
    He smiled, but his eyes were hard. “A confusion charm. Poor Pete wasn’t sure of anything. What time did he see me? What day? He had a couple patrollers keeping an eye on me by then, but they swore I’d never gone near his place on the night he thought I’d showed up.”
    “He didn’t even know which night you were there? Surely he could work it out.”
    “He’d wake up with the last few days jumbled. He wasn’t sure when anything happened.”
    “That’s…chilling.”
    “He was the chief detective in a town that borders Clanhome. Steve wasn’t the first lupus he’d picked up for trivial or manufactured reasons and beaten. We heal so conveniently well, you see, that there are never any marks later. He needed to know he’d pay a price for indulging his little hobby.”
    “Did he do that to you?” she demanded. “Did he beat you?”
    Something flickered in his eyes, too brief for her to read it. “No. But those he did hurt were mine to protect.”
    She frowned as she started walking again. “I’ve never heard of a confusion charm. How hard is it to make?”
    “The confusion charm is Cullen’s own creation, and he called it fiendishly difficult. I doubt anyone else has one, at least in this realm, though I suppose it’s possible Cullen traded one for something at some point.”
    “Hmm. He probably wouldn’t trade the spell itself.”
    “He’s possessive about that sort of thing,” Rule agreed. “We’ve reached the car.”
    So they had. It was a plain white sedan that all but shouted “I am a government vehicle.” One of the regular agents assigned to the San Diego office had brought it to her at the airport. Someone from Nokolai was bringing Rule his car, but she wasn’t sure who or when.
    Just as Lily clicked the lock, Rule’s phone chimed. He pulled it out, frowned. “I missed a call. Reception’s not great in the mountains, but I’ve got bars here.”
    “Could be a bit of magical interference.” One of the things magic interfered with most easily was cell phones. “Is there a node nearby?”
    “A small one, I think. I’d better return this one,” Rule said. He did so while they both got into the car. Lily started the engine, thinking about what she knew about sleep charms.
    They worked on demons, though not as well as they did on humans.
    They had to be touching whoever they were used on.
    They weren’t hard to make—at least not for Cullen, but sorcerers were at least as rare as sensitives. Cullen was the only one she knew about. Sorcerers had an edge on other practitioners in that they could see the magic they worked with. According to Cullen, that was like the difference between an electrician who could see the wiring and one who couldn’t, but had a good idea of where the wires were supposed be.
    Something had persuaded Hilliard to hold still while he was tattooed. She wasn’t ruling out the possibility he’d done so voluntarily, but considered that less likely than force or coercion. With force…lupi could be knocked out, and the evidence was hard to find afterward, given the way they healed. But it took a lot of force. A sleep charm would be easier.
    Would it be more certain, too?
    Lily was pulling out of the parking lot when Rule disconnected. “Do sleep charms work on lupi?” she asked.
    “Yes. They don’t trigger our healing, since sleep is a natural state, so the effect is the same on us as it is on humans. Lily, we need to go to the jail.”
    “We are. I want to talk with Chance. If sleep charms work on you, why aren’t they