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employees. Employees are in the kitchen.” She nodded at the door to that region. “I’ll start on the other customers when I can.”
    Ackleford looked skeptical. “You’re saying this was some kind of spell.”
    “Maybe a spell, maybe something else, but magic is involved. For now, we will proceed on the assumption that what happened was intentional. A deliberate attack.”
    “The victim’s your mother.”
    “Yes.” Temper flared—but not, she realized, at Ackleford. Deep inside, rage had begun to burn.
    “And your uncle owns the place.”
    “‘Uncle’ is an honorific in this case. Chen Lin is my second cousin.” Ackleford would be thinking that the husband was the usual suspect, or the kids—people who might inherit or who’d been nursing a grievance. “Whoever did this was Gifted. Of those present at the party, only two have the potential to use magic: my grandmother, Li Lei Yu, and my cousin Lin’s husband, Mack Li. Oh, and one of the servers who waited on us has a slight empathic Gift, but it’s completely blocked. I doubt she could use it if her life depended on it.”
    “What about your grandmother? What’s her Gift?”
    “Unique to her, I believe, so it’s not named.”
    “Huh. And your cousin’s husband?”
    “A minor telekinetic Gift. Mack can’t bend a spoon, but he can nudge it a bit. To the best of my knowledge, however, he lacks any training in spellcraft.”
    “You left yourself off the list.” That came from the newest agent at the office, a man Lily had met but hadn’t worked with. What was his name? Fields? No, Fielding. Carl Fielding. “You can work magic.”
    “Idiots,” Ackleford muttered. “Why do they always send me idiots? She’s a touch sensitive,” he told the man. “Feels magic if it’s around, can’t be affected by it, can’t do shit with it herself. Go away. You and Brewer can make like you know how to interview witnesses.”
    “Uh—do we take the family?”
    “No.” Ackleford looked at Lily again, eyes narrowed. “Robert Friar’s got a major hard-on for you.”
    And that was Ackleford. He’d earned his nickname of the Big Asshole, but he didn’t settle for the obvious if it didn’t fit. “I’d say he wants me dead, but dead probably isn’t good enough. So yes, it’s possible he’s involved, but we’ve nothing to connect him at this time. I’d like you to double up on interviewing the family so we can release them as soon as possible.”
    Ackleford grunted. “Who’s handling the woo-woo end of things?”
    “I’ve got an expert headed here who can advise us on that.”
    “That Seaborne guy or the chick with the tattoos or the one with all that red hair?”
    “The Seaborne guy. The family is in the small private dining room. I moved them from the larger room, where we—they—were eating. It’s—”
    “Lily!”
    She turned. A tall, elegant woman strode toward her. She wore a simple blue sheath, low heels, and a determined expression.
    “That one of your family?” Ackleford asked.
    “My sister Susan. Susan Wong. She’s a doctor. She and Grandmother have been staying with . . . with the victim in the ladies’ room.”
    “I need to transport my patient to the hospital,” Susan said crisply as soon as she reached Lily. “I’ve called an ambulance.”
    A jolt of fear made Lily stiffen. “Is she—”
    “No, no—there’s been no change. She’s not in physical distress, but we don’t know what was done to her. It was some kind of spell, wasn’t it?”
    “Magic was involved.”
    “It might have physical effects that haven’t shown up yet. She needs to be checked out.”
    “Yeah, well, I need to talk to her first,” Ackleford said.
    Susan turned a polite frown on him. “Who are you?”
    “Special Agent Ackleford, ma’am.”
    “Well, no one is interrogating my mother right now. She’s suffered serious trauma, and questions increase her distress, potentially deepening the trauma.”
    “It’s a funny thing, but the