“Jayné,” Aubrey said at about the time I’d been talking with Dr. Inondé. “You hopped out of the house for a few minutes over an hour ago. What’s going on? Call me as soon as you get this.”

Then, more faintly, Ex said, She’s not answering? and before Aubrey could reply, the message ended.

Oops, I thought, my belly tightening with guilt. In addition to getting my ass handed to me, I had probably just put my friends through a night of pure hell.

The next message was a few minutes later.

“Jayné,” Aubrey said. “I’ve just called every Starbucks I can find in the phone book, and you don’t seem to be at any of them. We’re sending out a search team in the van. Call as soon as you get this message.”

Two hours after that:

“Still nothing,” Ex said to someone besides me, and hung up.

Fifty minutes after that, Aubrey again:

“Fuck. Jayné, if you get this, call in. We’re covering as much territory as we can, but no one’s found a trace of you. You need to call home. You need to come back.”

Then an hour and a half after that, Ex’s number again, but only the sound of two or three long, slow breaths together, and then nothing.

I pushed my hair back. The rain and the humidity were making it curl more than I was used to. My knee throbbed. My stitches itched. I’d screwed up.

I called Aubrey’s cell number. He picked up on the first ring.

“Jayné?”

“Hey,” I said. “Really, really sorry. Totally, deeply, profoundly sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. Didn’t mean to scare anyone.”

“I don’t give a shit,” Aubrey said, his tone speaking volumes of relief. “If you’re okay, I’ll kick the crap out of you later. We were all afraid you were in trouble.”

I looked up through my eyelashes. The man in the room across the hallway was writhing in half-sedated pain, a wide, bloodless wound gaping in his belly. From farther away, someone screamed.

“Yeah, well,” I said.

“You are okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said. “But if you could bring a fresh change of clothes to Tulane University Hospital, I’d really appreciate it.”

“Are you… Jayné? What happened?”

I replayed the night in my mind. Dr. Inondé and Doris the snake, the girl with the cigarette at the Barely Legal club, Sabine Glapion, the thing in the suspended rain. Mfume’s concerned voice and goofy grin. The rider with its pale flesh and knifelike claws.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t know what that was.”

I waited for what seemed like days, but wasn’t more than an hour and a half. Aubrey and Chogyi Jake showed up with a fresh white button-down shirt, blue jeans, underwear, shoes, socks, and probably my least comfortable bra. In the thousand times I’d almost thrown it out, I had never thought putting on that particular example of underwire madness would feel good. Today, it did.

The nursing staff was very reluctant to let me go without talking to the doctor or possibly the police, but since it wasn’t actually legal to restrain me, I was out of there fifteen minutes after Aubrey and Chogyi Jake showed up.

The morning was bright, clear, and warmer than I’d expected. Last night’s storm was just puddles on the asphalt, thick humid air, and a few high clouds now. I could tell I was walking slowly because Aubrey kept getting a little way ahead and then dropping back. Chogyi Jake kept by my side, but I had the sense it was only that he was better at restraining himself.

When we got to the minivan, I crawled up into the passenger’s seat and pulled the seat belt across, gritting my teeth the whole time. When Aubrey turned on the engine, the air conditioner blasted us. I leaned back in my seat.

“So,” I said. “How bad did I fuck things up?”

Neither man spoke.

“Great,” I said, closing my eyes.

“Perhaps,” Chogyi Jake said, “you could tell us what happened?”

So I did. They both listened as I went through the whole thing. My decision to investigate on my own, my interview with Dr. Inondé, walking to the Voodoo Heart Temple, the foiled attack on Sabine, and being saved by Mfume. It only took fifteen minutes to do a rough recap; we hadn’t even reached the lake when I was done.

Even with the hundred questions that I had- was the thing I’d fought in the street another aspect of Legba or a different rider altogether, what was Mfume doing there, why had he taken me to the hospital-I’d overlooked at least one.

“I wonder why you could fight at all,” Chogyi Jake said. I turned to look at him over my shoulder. His expression was sour and puckered.

“What?” I said.

“When the rider attacked Sabine,” he said, “time stopped. Just as it did when you were attacked at the hotel. The rain stopped falling. Sabine’s companions couldn’t move.”

“Right,” I said.

“You could,” Chogyi Jake said. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Maybe it’s got something to do with the wards that Eric put on me.”

“Yes,” Chogyi Jake said, as if he’d tasted something unexpectedly bitter. “The longer we go on, the more convenient those become.”

“Mfume could move too,” Aubrey said. “And Sabine.”

“I figured Sabine could move because she was the one under attack,” I said. “Just like with me back at the hotel. And Karen was able to interfere with that one, so there is a way for normal people to break into that spell. Maybe Mfume knows how to do it too. I just don’t understand why he would. But I figure we’ll ask Karen.”

“I’m not sure how well that will go,” Aubrey said.

I shifted to look at him. A dull ache bloomed in my knee. He was looking ahead at the road, and very much not at me.

“She’s a little pissed off?”

“THEY’RE FUCKING gone,” Karen said.

The safe house looked different in the light of middle morning. The tiny cracks in the wall where the structure had settled over the course of years looked like crow’s-feet at the corner of an old woman’s eye. The picture window seemed to include the wide swath of unmowed, semi-tended lawn. The Virgin Mary gravestone had turned its back on me.

“Jayné!” Karen barked.

I looked back at her. The mixture of guilt and resentment and wordless outrage in my heart was old, familiar territory for me. She stood in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, her arms folded. She didn’t seem shorter than me now. Her anger filled the space.

“The Voodoo Heart Temple is empty,” she said. “Locked up, closed, and everyone inside gone to ground. Can you explain to me exactly what the fuck you were thinking?”

Aubrey, just behind me, took a step forward like he was going to protect me. Chogyi Jake was sitting on the counter by the kitchen sink, and I was pretty sure he would have jumped in if I’d given him an opening. Of my three guys, only Ex seemed as pissed off as Karen.

“I didn’t go there to get involved,” I said. “I was just walking, and I guess it was on my mind. I wound up there, and when I did-”

“You thought, I know what would be fun. I’ll tell the enemy we’re here,” Karen said. “And now, I’m back at square motherfucking one. That’s great.”

The words stung. I felt my jaw sliding forward, my lips pressing tight. I felt the crushing weight of having been a disappointment.

“Hey,” I said. “There was a lot of weird going around last night. What about Mfume? Why would he take me to the hospital after I got hurt? And the rider that was after Sabine? It didn’t look or act anything like the thing that jumped me when I got to town. That one was a snake, and this one-”

Karen growled and ran her hands through her hair. Her eyes seemed to spark with anger. Ex, leaning against the wall behind her, might have smiled, or it might only have been my paranoid imagination.

“I don’t know. I don’t have answers for any of that, and I can’t get them, because I don’t know where the bad guys are,” Karen said. “I didn’t bring you here for your cool Nancy Drew imitation. I wanted help getting Sabine to safety and then killing Legba. That was it. I had an advantage as long as I knew where they were, and you have pissed that away.”