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  Click.

  Empty. Well, too bad for him. Fatal for him, actually.

  I scrambled to my feet, raised my knife high, and threw myself forward, but the giant was anticipating the move.

  He caught my arm in his hand. Given his enormous strength, it was easy for him to keep me from plunging my knife into his chest a second time. So I brought my free hand up, curved my fingers, and clawed at his face.

  The giant let go of my arm and craned his neck back, trying to protect his eyes from my prying fingers.

  "Gin! Down!" I heard Finn yell behind me.

  I immediately stopped my attack on the giant and dropped to the ground.

  Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

  Bullets punched through the air where I'd been standing, and the familiar acrid burn of gunpowder mixed with the stench of garbage in the alley. A second later, the

  giant's body hit the ground with a dull thud. knife still in my hand, I got to my feet and hurried over to him, but there was no need. Finn had put a couple of bullets through the giant's right eye and up into his brain. His body had already shut down; he wasn't even twitching.

  I turned to look at Finn, who had a gun clenched in one hand. With his other hand, he was picking a piece of wilted cabbage off his jacket sleeve. He tossed the cabbage aside with a disgusted expression and moved over to me.

  "You okay?" I asked.

  Finn nodded. "You?"

  I nodded back and gingerly touched my side. "I'll have some bruises from where he played kick-the-can with my ribs, but I'll stop by Jo-Jo's on the way home and get her to patch me up. No worries. "

  "Speaking of Jo-Jo's, I still say that I should get to come to your little soiree," Finn said. "Especially after I was so helpful here tonight. "

  I narrowed my eyes. "You start up with that again, and

  I'll be dealing with three bodies instead of just two. "

  Finn gave me a wounded look, but after a moment, he sighed and holstered his gun. "Well, at least this one's already halfway to the cooler," he grumbled.

  I grinned at him. "See? We're nothing if not efficient. "

  Finn muttered some choice words under his breath, but he reached down and took hold of the dead giant's shoulders, and I grabbed his ankles again. We lugged the two men over to the cooler to await Sophia and her body disposal skills.

  Not the first body dump we'd done - and certainly not the last.

  Chapter Two

  Two days later, Saturday, the dead giants were still on ice in the cooler, but I found myself in much nicer, warmer confines: a beauty salon.

  The salon took up the back half of an old plantation house, and the area had a homey and welcoming, if cluttered, feel. Tubs of nail polish and lipstick sat on a counter, along with bottles of hair dye, shampoo, and conditioner.

  Nestled in between the tubs and bottles were brushes, combs, curlers, rollers, scissors, and every other item you could think of that would untangle, tease, straighten, curl, kink, or cut your hair. Stacks of beauty magazines covered the small tables scattered here and there in the room, the models on the slick, glossy covers beaming as if they approved of all the beauty ministrations that could be had there.

  I was relaxing in one of the cherry-red salon chairs when something warm, wet, and slightly rough touched my foot. I leaned to one side, and Rosco, Jo-Jo's basset hound, licked my toes again, then gave me a hopeful woof . I stretched out my foot and rubbed it against his side. Rosco let out a loud, contented sigh and collapsed in a wrinkled puddle of black and brown fur, perfectly happy to let me rub his round tummy for as long as I would.

  "Hold still, darling," Jo-Jo drawled as she put another coat of paint on my fingernails. "I'm almost done. "

  Rosco and the salon were the pride and joy of Jolene

  "Jo-Jo" Deveraux, the dwarven Air elemental who healed me whenever I got banged up or almost shot, stabbed, beaten, or magicked to death as the Spider. Given my current notoriety in the Ashland underworld and the legion of would-be murderers targeting me, I was over here more days than not. Then again, I would have been over here anyway, since Jo-Jo was a mother figure to me and part of my extended family.

  Since we were having a girls' day at the salon, I'd forgone my usual long sleeves, jeans, and boots in favor of a red tank top, some white cutoff shorts, and a pair of black sandals that immediately got kicked off over into the corner when I'd first arrived an hour earlier. Jo-Jo, however, enjoyed dressing up, and she had on one of her prettiest

  pink dresses, along with her usual strand of pearls. Her

  white-blond hair was curled just so, her soft, understated

  makeup would have put any beauty queen to shame, and

  her bare feet showed off the perfect raspberry pedicure

  that she'd just given herself.

  "You know, you really don't have to give me a manicure," I said. "You should be relaxing today too. "

  Jo-Jo raised her head and gave me an amused look.

  Laugh lines fanned out from the corners of her clear, almost colorless eyes. "You did all the cooking, darling.

  That's more work than this is. Besides, I like pampering you, Gin. You don't take nearly enough time for yourself.

  Especially not these days. "

  "I know, I know," I said. "But it's a shame that you're doing up my nails so neat and pretty when they'll probably be chipped by this time tomorrow. Or probably before I leave here today. I never seem to be able to keep the polish on them for very long. "

  I held up my hand. Jo-Jo had painted my short nails a deep, dark red that was definitely my color. If nothing else, it would help hide the blood that was sure to get on my hands the next time some idiot tried to murder me.

  "Well, I have to agree with Jo-Jo," a light, lilting voice chimed in. "I'd rather have your cooking than a manicure any day. This dark chocolate mousse pie is to die for, Gin. "

  I looked to my right where my baby sister was eagerly digging her fork into a piece of said pie. Like me, Detective Bria coolidge had dressed down today, in a pale blue T-shirt, gray cargo shorts, and brown sandals, although she was still beautiful, with her blond hair, rosy skin, and cornflower blue eyes. But just because Bria was off the clock didn't mean that she wasn't armed. I knew that her gun and her gold detective's badge were stuffed into the oversize straw bag that she'd brought along, just like my knives were laid out on the buffet table within easy reach.

  Bria took another big bite of the pie and made the same sigh of contentment that Rosco had a minute ago.

  "What all did you make besides the pie?" she asked, her eyes going from one covered dish on the table to the next.

  "Well, since it's girls only today, I decided to go all out," I replied. "There's the dark chocolate mousse pie you are currently enjoying, along with some chocolate truffles, double-chocolate-chip cookies, and dark-and milk-chocolate-dipped strawberries, kiwis, pineapples, and mangoes. "

  Bria gave me a wry grin. "I'm sensing a chocolate theme. "

  I returned her grin with one of my own. "You might say that. But there's some real food too, in case we get tired of dessert. Plus, Roslyn is bringing some fresh veggies from her garden. "

  Jo-Jo glanced at the clock on the wall, which was shaped like a puffy cloud, her rune and the symbol for her Air magic. "Where is Roslyn?"

  Roslyn Phillips, another one of our friends, was also supposed to come to the salon today, along with Sophia

  Deveraux, Jo-Jo's younger sister.

  Bria waved her fork in the air. "She called me this morning and said that she'd be a little late, that we should go ahead and start without her. "

  "And you went for the food first. You're picking up some of Finn's bad habits," I teased. "How was your date with him the other night?"

  Bria's fiery blush told me everything that I needed to know. "I plead the Fift
h," she murmured, and took another bite of pie.

  "Well, when you're finished with that, come over here, darling, and tell me what color you want on your nails," Jo-Jo said.

  My sister nodded, but her eyes were fixed on the glass cake stand that was filled with the chocolate-dipped fruit.

  Bria turned her attention back to the buffet, while Jo-Jo put the cap on the polish she'd used on my nails. She had started to lean over and put the bottle back into a tub with the others when she paused and frowned. She stared at the bottles of nail polish, but her eyes were cloudy and unfocused, as though she wasn't really seeing what she was looking at.

  "Jo-Jo?" I asked. "Is something wrong?"

  The dwarf used her magic to heal wounds, but her power also gave her a bit of precognition, as it did with most Air elementals. While the stones whispered to me of all the things that people had done in a certain spot, the breeze whistled in Jo-Jo's ear about all the things that folks might do in the future.

  Jo-Jo shook her head, making her soft, springy curls bounce around before they settled back into place. The cloudy, vacant look vanished from her eyes, although she put her hand up against her right temple and started massaging a small spot there, as if she suddenly had a head -  ache.

  "I can't put my finger on it exactly," she said. "I've just . . . I've had a bad feeling these past few days. Actually, it's been more than a few days. More like ever since that mess at Briartop a couple of weeks ago. "

  I grimaced. Jo-Jo was being kind.

  Mess didn't adequately describe what had happened at the Briartop art museum, when a ruthless giant named clementine Barker had decided to use her army of underlings to rob the exhibit of Mab Monroe's loot - and try to murder me to boot.

  Of course, I'd killed good ole clem and her gangster family, but my victories had come at a price: Jillian Delancey, the innocent woman who'd died because she'd had the bad, stupid, fatal luck to be wearing the same dress that I was wearing that night, causing one of clementine's men to mistake her for me and shoot her.

  Jo-Jo noticed me frowning, and she leaned over and patted my hand. "Don't worry, darling. It's probably nothing. Sometimes I take these spells where it seems like something bad is going to happen at any second. Most of the time, it turns out to be nothing more than a little bit of heartburn. " Despite her words, her clear eyes grew cloudy and troubled once again. "I'll just . . . I'll be glad when Sophia's here. "

  Like Roslyn, Sophia was running a little late that morning, since she'd wanted to get rid of the two dead giants in the cooler. I'd given all the restaurant staff the day off with pay, so both Sophia and I could enjoy our time at the salon, and I'd told Sophia that the giants' bodies could wait another day, or at least until after our salon time, but she had insisted that she was going to dispose of them that morning. Or maybe she was simply being practical.

  Odds were that someone else would jump me at the Pork Pit sometime in the next few days, and, well, that cooler could only hold so many bodies. As it was, Finn and I had had to pack the two giants in like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle just so we could close the lid.

  Sophia had disposed of dozens of bodies for me and for my mentor, Fletcher Lane, before I'd taken over the assassination business from the old man. She could handle two giants with her eyes blindfolded and one hand tied behind her back. But Jo-Jo looked so worried that

  I wrapped my hand around hers and gave it a gentle squeeze, careful not to smear the polish that she'd put on my nails.

  "Do you want me to call Sophia and see where she's at?"Jo-Jo shook her head. "No, that's all right. Like I said, it's probably just heartburn. I think I had one too many cups of Finn's chicory coffee this morning. That stuff will knock your teeth plumb out of your mouth, it's so strong. "

  She gave me a chipper smile, grabbed the plastic tub, put it on her lap, and started sorting through the many bottles of polish. Jo-Jo held up first one pink, then another, trying to find one that she thought Bria might like, but the cheery colors did little to brighten my mood.

  Maybe it was the way Jo-Jo's sculpted eyebrows were pinched together in worry, or maybe it was how quickly her smile slipped back into a frown when she thought that I wasn't looking at her anymore. I couldn't see the future like she did, but Jo-Jo had been right about too many things in the past for me to dismiss her dread as nothing more than caffeine overload. If she thought something ominous was gathering on the horizon, then no doubt, the wind was blowing storm clouds in our direction right now.

  Despite my unease, the next half hour passed by in a blur of cheery conversation and good food. Jo-Jo opened one of the doors set into the back wall of the salon, and Rosco dutifully heaved himself to his feet and slowly waddled outside to do his doggy business. Bria finally finished her pie and sat down in my spot in the salon chair so Jo-Jo could do her nails while we waited for Roslyn and Sophia to arrive.

  I wandered over to the buffet table, piling my plate high and then taking a bite of everything in turn. The fried chicken salad on the mini sourdough rolls. The salty, crunchy, homemade potato chips. And then, of course, the mousse pie, which melted on my tongue bite after sinfully rich, decadent, delicious bite, as though I were eating a light, frothy cloud made of dark, luscious chocolate. I'd gotten up early that morning to put everything together, but it had been worth it. cooking was a passion of mine, a chance for me to show the people I cared about exactly how much I loved them - and a way for me to deal with whatever was bothering me.

  Like Jillian Delancey's death.

  Not for the first time, Jillian's face flashed before my eyes. Dark brown hair, dark eyes, great smile. All gone because of me, because of the dumb luck that seemed to delight in messing with me and mine time and time again.

  "What are you thinking about, Gin?" Bria asked, walking over to me and waving her strawberry-pink nails in the air to help dry them.