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answer. That oughtta get me a nice parting gift. So what's the Iliad about?"
"The Trojan War," I said.
"With the horse," Jaime said. "I knew that. Any supernaturals in the story?"
"There's an enchantress, Circe no, that's the Odyssey."
"Unless, again, the spirit is mistaken about its literary references," Lucas said. "If it believed
Salem's Lot was about witches, and the sorceress was from the Iliad . . ."
"Let's start there, then," Jaime said. "Witches whose last names start with D. You're a witch, so the
ghost might assume you know "
"Cassandra," I said, thumping my Palm down. "Cassandra the Prophetess, from the Iliad.
Cassandra DuCharme, from the interracial council."
"Let me guess," Jaime said. "This Cassandra is a witch."
"Vampire."
"Even better." Jaime looked to the ceiling. "Is that it? Do we win?"
No response.
"If it can't hear us, it'll need some other prompt," I said. "Hold on."
I grabbed my pen and notepad from the spilled contents of my purse, tore a sheet from the pad, and
wrote CASSANDRA. I laid the sheet on the table. Again, the spirit gave no response.
"Well," Jaime said. "Three possibilities. One, we're flat-out wrong. Two, the spook has simmered
down because we finally got the message. Three, it's illiterate."
"If the message is Cassandra, I still don't know what that means," I said.
"Why don't you call her," Lucas said. "See whether she can shed some light on this."
Paddling Upstream During a Hurricane
I used our hotel room phone to call Cassandra. This was moderately indiscreet, and normally I'd
have been more cautious, but the truth was, phoning from the hotel was the best way to ensure she'd
answer. Cassandra was a call-screener, and not one who just ignored calls from strangers. She almost
always let her machine pick up, then phoned back at her leisure. The only way to persuade her to answer
was to pique her curiosity. A call from a Miami hotel just might do that.
Cassandra answered on the second ring.
"It's Paige," I said.
The line went silent and I could fairly hear Cassandra's annoyance buzzing down it. Short of
"accidentally" pulling out the phone cord, though, there was little she could do. Well, she could hang up, but
that would be crass, and Cassandra would never be crass.
"What is the problem, Paige?" she asked, voice dripping icicles.
"I had a question "
"Oh, of course you do. Why else would you call? Just to chat, say hello? Hardly. Very
presumptuous of you, Paige, to come asking for favors after what you've done to me with Elena."
"I haven't done "
"I don't know what you've been telling her about me but, let me assure you, I will set her straight. I
understand you feel threatened in your friendship with her, but "
"Cassandra," I said sharply. "I haven't said anything to Elena about you. Why would I? If she's not
taking your calls, then I'd suggest you ask her why not. Or better yet, ask yourself."
"What's that supposed to "
"It has nothing to do with me, that's all I'm saying. Believe me, I have better things to do than
sabotage your friendships. No one else's world revolves around you, Cassandra."
"Did you call me to insult me, Paige?"
"No, I called to see how you're doing."
"Very funny."
"No, I'm serious. I'm in the midst of a murder investigation and your name came up "
"Oh, and you suspect me, do you? How . . . thoughtful."
"No, I don't suspect you," I said through gritted teeth. Sometimes, carrying on a conversation with
Cassandra was like paddling upstream during a hurricane. "The victims had all their blood and I'm sure you
wouldn't waste a free meal. I'm calling because your name came up, so I was concerned. Has everything
been okay there?"
"Are you saying I'm in danger? How long did you know this before you deigned to call?"
"About two minutes."
A pause, as her brain whirred to think up some way to turn my concern into a slight.
"What's going on there?" she asked.
"A murder investigation, like I said. There have been several deaths "
"And you haven't notified the council?"
I counted to three. Across the room, Lucas pointed to the minibar. I rolled my eyes.
"It's not council business," I said. "It's Cabal "
"Well, then, it can't concern me, can it? Cabals will have nothing to do with vampires. So obviously
I'm neither a suspect nor a potential victim."
"Guess not," I said. "Must be a mistake. I'll see you at the next council "
"Don't blow me off like that, Paige. If my name came up in this investigation, I want to know more
about it. What's happening?"
I squeezed my eyes shut. I'd tweaked her curiosity and now she wouldn't let me off the phone
without a full explanation. I didn't have time for that.
"Like you said, it must be a mistake " I began.
"I didn't say that."
"Sorry for bothering you. If I hear anything else, I'll let you know. Thanks. Bye."
I dropped the phone into the cradle and collapsed onto the sofa.
"Jesus," Jaime said. "She sounds like a piece of work."
"Next time we have to make contact, I'll trade you," I said. "Your spook for my vamp."
"Think I'll stick with the spook. So it seems maybe my haunting isn't related to the case after all.
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