Chapter SeventeenIt was around eleven pm when I shrugged on my genie pants and long-sleeved Sidhe shirt. I'd called it a night about an hour ago, and both Zantry and I had retired, me to my bedroom, Zantry to the guest one. There had been no sound from the next bedroom for the past twenty minutes, save for Zantry's soft breathing. Still, I moved quietly through the apartment, into the mudroom and out the side door. I scaled the back wall separating my building with another high rise, not to avoid the guard at the front, but because taking the shortcut instead of walking around the block meant I'd be back sooner. If all went according to plan, I'd be asleep in my bed in a couple hours, three at the most. Remo was nothing but thorough, even with his notes. Three of the five addresses for ton
