Chapter Eight
Recca smiled as I entered her office. "And on time, too! Mack, are you turning over a new leaf?"
I smirked. "Nope. I'm pretty much glued to the old leaf. Law of averages, you're gonna be on time occasionally, no matter how much you try to dawdle."
Recca chuckled. "I'll try not to raise my expectations, then." She grabbed her bag. "I'll drive. I can brief you on the way." She handed me a file folder in passing as she headed out the door.
"Hey, slow down! Bullet wound, remember?"
She tossed her red hair and locked those razor-sharp emerald eyes on me. "Men are such wimps!" she said. But she did slow her pace a little.
In the elevator, she got down to business. "I found some background on our fortune teller, Madame de Fortuna. She was not lying about the Guild Academy. Ber
