Chapter Thirteen
The evening sun was low in the sky when I arrived at Recca's office. She was there. Her keys were still in her hand, and there was unopened mail on the corner of her desk.
"Busy day?" I asked.
"Very, and I got squat to show for it." She shoved the keys into her purse and dropped a file folder on the desk. Paper-clipped to the top of it was the photo of the missing cheerleader, the one she had been showing around the bar when I first met her.
"What were you doing?"
Recca's razor green eyes narrowed at me. "Burning shoe-leather. It's how investigators who aren't Fate-benders get the job done. What about you? Turn up anything?"
"As a matter of fact, yes."
"Spill!"
I walked over to the pile of my stuff, grabbed my flask, and took a snort.
"There are a few background t
