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more important, I didn’t know how to take it down. It felt nothing like the healing power I’d become reasonably competent at drawing on; that came from within, and the circle’s power seemed to be outside of me. Its strength had come from somewhere else. The raven, maybe. I squinted the Sight on to give him a hard look, but the little bastard disappeared and left me to deal with my own problems. “Really on both counts? It’s really okay, and I shouldn’t have been able to?”

      “Really on both counts. If I didn’t like you, it wouldn’t be okay at all, but if I didn’t like you, I think you probably wouldn’t have been able to. I hope.” Melinda frowned, giving me the uncomfortable sensation that I was out of her league, magically speaking. I mean, I knew I was, according to what she and Billy kept telling me, but knowing it and feeling it were two different things.

      “We’ll go with me not being able to. I’m not even sure I opened this one. Did you see a, um, bird on my chest?” I didn’t want to define my spirit guide as a raven any more than Mel wanted to confess to her own totem animals. It was irrational, but I felt strongly about it, and Mel didn’t look surprised as she shook her head.

      I whooshed air out and put my head on my knees for a moment. Memory crept over me and I peeked up again, the Sight in place once more.

      Breath only showed up in cold air, and Melinda’s sanctuary was nice and warm. But I still saw the particles of my exhalation dance across the power lines, shaking down the magic that had grown up. I stared at it, flabbergasted. The only other time I’d opened a power circle, it’d been with a blood sacrifice—not, in the grand scheme of things, the best way to go. It struck me that the breath in my lungs was just as important a component of what kept me alive, and, as far as offerings went, seemed pretty profound. “I think you’ve got to teach me how to deliberately awaken a power circle, Mel.” Before I did something critically stupid and woke up dead from attempting it someday. My raven guide probably wouldn’t have let that happen just now, but I didn’t like to think what could’ve happened if I hadn’t already entreated him.

      It also struck me that breath was, in its way, incidental. Once it left the body, it became part of the air again, always in transition. That might have accounted for the disconnect I felt with the magic powering the circle.

      I suspected that on a fundamental level, what I’d just accidentally done was extremely dangerous. I scrambled up out of the circle and did my best to hide behind Melinda, who was at least seven inches shorter than I was. “Soon,” I added. “Maybe now would be good.”

      “Not unless you’ve got a babysitter in your pocket. The kids would be too much distraction.”

      I felt my pocket. “I have a cell phone. That’s almost as good.”

      Melinda laughed. “Cell phones are notoriously bad at watching three-year-olds. They have no defense system.”

      “But Gary does! Maybe I can get him to come over when he gets off shift.” I pulled the phone out and it rang, surprising me enough that I nearly dropped it. Caroline giggled and waved her hands, apparently delighted by my antics. I gave her a finger to hold and, charmed by her smile, picked up the call without looking to see who it was.

      “Walker,” Morrison said tightly. “Get to the morgue as fast as you can. Something’s happening to the bodies.”

      CHAPTER FIVE

      Charlie Groleski had shriveled into a husk.

      If I hadn’t known better, I’d have thought he was an ice-age corpse, the kind that occasionally turns up in glaciers. His skin had that same dried brown leathery look to it, with his hair matted and stringy by turns, and his fingers clawed as if great age had withered them to nubs. He had a faint odor of decay, the smell of something so long dead that it’s given up stinking and is just a few hours away from collapsing into nothing. Part of me wanted to give him a prod and see if he would fall in on himself and become nothing more than a dust shadow on the cold morgue slab.

      I resisted, based on the certainty that it wouldn’t win me any friends, but I really wanted to. Billy, as if suspecting the direction of my thoughts, edged between me and Groleski’s body, and pointed toward Karin Newcomb’s.

      I’d been avoiding looking at her, a little afraid I might recognize her after all. I didn’t; either we’d never crossed paths in the months we’d lived in the same apartment building, or she’d become one of a blur of college-aged brunettes who’d lived there in the seven years I had. Either way, she deserved better. Whether she deserved better of the world at large, or me in specific, though, I wasn’t sure.

      Unlike Groleski, she hadn’t had time to freeze, but like him, she was falling in on herself. Taken together, they looked like separate stages of a horror film special effect, with Groleski the advanced decomposition. “Know what it reminds me of?”

      Billy gave me a pained look. “If you make a joke, Walker…”

      “No, I’m being serious.” I crouched, studying Karin Newcomb’s deteriorating form. “They’re falling apart the same way Ida and the girls did, but more slowly. Like they weren’t just frozen, but they were being held together with magic, too.”

      “Huh.” Billy put his arms akimbo and stared down at the dead people like he was trying to find fault in my comparison. Apparently he didn’t find any, because after a moment he said, “Think we’ve got another banshee on our hands?”

      “I love how you say that like it’s normal.” I glanced up, looking for rubber gloves, and waved at the box when I found it. Billy handed me one and I did my best proctologist’s snap putting it on, then risked poking a finger into the dead woman’s ribs. The flesh dented like an ancient Peeps, with a soft rain of marshmallow cascading over my fingertip. Only it wasn’t marshmallow. I withdrew my hand and stared into the hole I’d made. It didn’t look like something that could happen to a human body. “Billy, those women who died back in March…did anybody notice anything like this happening to their bodies?”

      I stood up, not wanting to look into the dried-marshmallow effect in Karin’s ribs any longer, and caught Billy’s quick shake of his head. “They’d all been eviscerated. Cause of death was pretty obvious. And they all had ID on them, so I think the bodies were released to the families pretty fast. I don’t remember anything like this. I guess we could get a court order to have them exhumed, if you think we need to.”

      A shudder made hairs rise on my arms. “Let’s not unless we’re sure we have to. How about our other victims, has this been happening to them?”

      He shook his head again. I stripped the rubber glove off and pushed my fingers through my hair. “What’s the date?”

      “December twentieth, why?”

      I’d known that. I’d known it very clearly, because tomorrow was the first anniversary of my mother’s death. I’d only asked in order to buy time. Sadly, the second and a half it took Billy to answer wasn’t nearly as much as I’d hoped to buy, and it didn’t give me any way out of proposing a supernatural hypothesis. “Tomorrow’s the solstice. These things tend to get stronger around the pagan high holy days.”

      Pagan high holy days. Like half of them—more than half—weren’t marked in some way by the modern world and practitioners of most modern religions. Easter fell suspiciously close to the spring fertility festival of Beltane, midsummer meant a weekend of partying while the sun didn’t go down, and I didn’t think there was much of anybody fooling themselves about Christmas lying cheek-by-jowl with the midwinter solstice. Mardi Gras, Halloween—they were all tied in with ancient holy days, even if we didn’t always consciously draw the lines between them. I snorted at myself and shook it off; it didn’t really matter who celebrated them or what they were called. The point was, certain times of the year had natural mystic punch, and we were on the edge of one of those days today. That didn’t exactly comfort me.

      Neither did the fact that banshees seemed inclined to swarm during the holy days. Twice this year I’d faced them, and I was in no particular hurry to go up against one again.

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