old beds. She hated sleeping where others had slept. And motel room beds were the worst.
She swung her feet to the floor, trying not to think about the bed.
She grabbed the stilettos and slipped into them, squelching another wave of anxiety with an effort of will. Then she got to her feet.
She suddenly remembered what the doppelgänger had said about the answer being in the evening bag. She hurried to the chair, picked up the clutch, and unfastened it. There was the usual paraphernalia insideâher cell phone, some spare navigational amber, a packet of tissues, and a lipstick. There was also a small, square piece of paper.
But there was no necklace.
âDamn,â she whispered. She was afraid she might actually burst into tears. âIt canât be lost. I just found the missing crystal a couple of weeks ago.â
âItâs okay,â Elias said. He came toward her and patted her somewhat awkwardly on her shoulder. âIâll help you look for it.â
She pulled herself together. She could have a nervous breakdown later, she told herself.
She was about to close the bag when she noticed the slip of paper again. She took it out, thinking it was a receipt of some kind that might give them a clue about what had happened.
It wasnât a receipt.
âWeird,â she said.
âWhat is it?â
âItâs a fortune,â she said.
âWhat the hell?â
âYou know, the kind you get at a fortune-tellerâs booth. You put in a few coins and out pops a fortune.â
âI have never, in my entire life, bought a fortune at a fortune-tellerâs booth.â
âWell, evidently I did last night,â she said.
âWhat does it say?â
She read the words and winced. âJust the usual generic stuff.â
âRead it to me. Maybe it will help point us in the right direction.â
She braced herself.
âYou will find true love soon.â
He considered that briefly. âYouâre right. Not very helpful.â
She took a deep breath. âWell, it does indicate that we visited a fortune-teller last night.â
âGood point.â
She started toward the bathroom but paused as another thought occurred.
âWhat day is it?â she asked.
âTuesday,â Elias said. âWe checked in here very early this morningâshortly after one a.m. I paid cash.â
âWe get a lot of cash business here in Illusion Town. Some people donât want to leave an electronic trail when they patronize places like this.â
Elias shook his head. âI wasnât trying to hide the room from a wife or a girlfriend. Iâm sure of that much.â
That news lifted her spirits somewhat.
âAs soon as I woke up, I left Virgil here with you and took a look around,â Elias continued. âI had to find out just what we were dealing with. The night clerk is still on duty downstairs. He remembers checking us in. He also said no one showed up asking questions about us.â
âWell, that sounds like good news. Sort of. I guess.â
âYeah, thatâs my take on it. Assuming he wasnât lying, of course. But Iâm inclined to believe him.â
âWhy?â
âBecause weâre still here and thereâs no indication that anyone has tried to get into this room.â Elias angled his head toward Virgil. âAlso, your dust bunny pal doesnât seem to be concerned.â
Hannah looked at Virgil. He was fully fluffed. You could hardly see his ears or his six paws, and only his baby blue eyes were showing. When things got serious, his second set of eyesâthe ones he used for huntingâpopped open. He was in full cute mode at the moment. That was reassuring.
âGood point,â she said. âBut why are we dressed up? It looks like we went out on the town.â
âA date, I think.â
âI never date clients.â
âFirst time for everything.â
âLetâs
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