Kate Daniels 04.5 - Magic Dreams

the office. The place looked empty. The windows were covered with dirt, like nobody had been there for years.”
    Jim and I looked at each other. The Pack had seven offices in Atlanta and the surrounding area and every single one of those would have clean windows. Normal people looked at us like we were filthy animals. The animal part was true, but most of us were sensitive about the filthy part. If you wanted to insult a shapeshifter, you told him he stank. We kept ourselves and our offices clean. Besides, you can’t see angry mobs with pitchforks and torches coming at you through a dirty window.
    “I went up to the door.” Jim looked at his cup. “The place smelled wrong. A weird scent, dusty, pungent, and bitter, not something I’ve ever come across before.”
    “Like herb dust?”
    “No, that wasn’t it. Not anything I recognized. And it was too quiet. There should’ve been four people at the office. Not a damn whisper, no sigh, no sound, nothing.”
    Roger worked at that office. And Michelle. I liked Michelle; she was nice.
    “I opened the door and smelled blood. The place was empty. There was a symbol on the floor in magic marker.”
    “What kind of a symbol?”
    He shook his head. His eyes turned distant. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was confused, except Jim didn’t get confused.
    “A Chinese symbol,” he said slowly.
    “Like a sinograph? Hanzi?”
    Jim gave me a blank look.
    “Did it look like Chinese writing, Jim?”
    “Yes.”
    I got up and brought him a piece of paper and a pen. “Draw it for me.”
    He picked up the pen and looked at it.
    “Jim?”
    He growled under his breath. “I can’t remember.”
    The hair on the back of my neck rose. Jim didn’t have perfect recall, but he was very close. He practiced, because remembering details was a useful skill for the chief of security. I once watched him draw a complicated tribal tattoo he saw for two seconds completely from memory. He got it nearly perfect. A hanzi character on the floor in the middle of an office smelling of blood—he should’ve remembered it. The symbols weren’t that complicated. Something had fried his memory.
    “What was next?”
    “I called you.”
    We both looked at my answering machine. The screen was dead—the magic had taken down the electricity. No way to tell if Jim had called me.
    A green glow sparked in his irises and vanished. Frustration rolled off Jim in a hot wave. He was acting like a person with a concussion, but Lyc-V cracked concussions like nuts. I ought to know, I had gotten enough of them. Thirty seconds, and your brain was like new. Still …
    “Do you think someone might have whacked you on the back of the head?”
    Jim looked at me for a long moment.
    “Sometimes trauma to the head results in short-term memory loss.”
    “Nobody traumatized my head. Nobody quiet enough to sneak up on me would be strong enough to knock me out. I wasn’t knocked out, I passed out.”
    Huh. “Passed out?”
    “Yes.”
    “What do you remember before passing out?”
    “The magic wave hit. I saw a woman.”
    “A woman?” Great, now I’ve turned into a manga character who repeated everything everyone said.
    “I saw her in the house.”
    “What did she look like?”
    “She was very beautiful.”
    It stung like a slap. “Jim!”
    “What?”
    Yes, what, Dali? What exactly? “When did you see her? What was she wearing? Concentrate.”
    He shook his head. “I was in the doorway. I looked up and she was standing at the back of the room. She was wearing some sort of a long robe or gown. The fabric was almost transparent, like a negligee.”
    And he probably took a second to look at her boobies. Awesome.
    “She had long dark hair. I told her to come outside. She said, ‘Help me.’”
    “In English?”
    He nodded. “She started backing up into the house and I went after her.”
    “Four shapeshifters are missing, the office smells like blood, you see some weird woman in a transparent gown who clearly shouldn’t be in the building, and you run after her?”
    “It’s my job to run after her.”
    “Without backup?”
    “I
am
the backup.”
    I waved my arms. “Fine, what happened next?”
    “I remember my legs getting heavy and thinking that something was wrong. Then I woke up in the middle of the floor.”
    “How long did you sleep?”
    “Eighteen minutes. I woke up tired as hell. I knew I’d pass out again if I didn’t leave, so I got up, locked the door, and got the hell out