"And he'll be helping later, so if it's all the same to you, I think I'll keep him in ... Henry!"

Henry could do both Prince of Darkness and Prince of Man over the phone, but tonight he sounded like neither. Talk about locking the garage after the car's been stolen . . . After making arrangements to meet at Arra's at 9:30, Tony hung up to find the wizard staring out the window at the collection of red brick buildings.

"That's a large facility," she said before he could speak. "It won't be easy finding the shadow."

"We'll split up ..."

"Oh, yes, that always works so well." Her hands closed around her seat belt strap though she made no move to release it. "It won't always be so easy."

"Easy?" He waved the dog bite, now purple and swollen, in front of her. "And I've been grabbed, pummeled, kicked, shadowed ..." Words seemed less than capable of describing what had happened with Henry, so he skipped it. "Two people are dead, one's twisted, Mouse has a broken jaw, Lee thinks he's going bugf.u.c.k, we have an enchanted electrician in the backseat, I've been living most of the last few days in a state of high terror, and you say it's been easy?"

"Yes. So far, it's been easy." She turned to face him. "Even on you. Realize that it's going to get a lot worse. The longer the shadow remains in a body, the more of the host's characteristics it absorbs-it stops acting and starts becoming. Humanity didn't become the dominant species on this world by playing nice. The shadow in Alan Wu chose to attack. His shadow ..." She jerked her head toward the backseat. "... chose to run." Her voice roughened. "There are other more terrible options."

Tony stared at her for a long moment then pulled out the thermos holding the lesser amount of potion. "Drink?"

"Why the h.e.l.l not." There was just enough remaining to fill the cup. She drained it in one long swallow. Tony's eyes watered in sympathy."Feeling better?"

"No. Now I've got to p.i.s.s."

Too early for air-conditioning, too warm for heat, the air inside the church still had a filtered feel in the back of Tony's throat. It smelled of cleansers-although not as overwhelmingly as Arra's co-op-and faintly of aftershave and perfume. "I don't like leaving Ben in the car."

"He won't wake up until I tell him to."

"So remember to save enough power to play alarm clock."

"I know what I'm doing, Tony."

"I'm just saying ..."

"I know what you're saying. Stop it."

He shrugged and stepped away from the women's washroom. Right inside the west doors, it hadn't been hard to find. "I'll wait here."

"Fine." One hand against the wall, Arra disappeared from view.

It was obvious she still hadn't recovered from her reckless use of power. No, not reckless, Tony amended, leaning against the wall. Thoughtless. As in, she didn't think about it. Her reaction to being touched by the shadow had been essentially hysterical.

Run and react; no thought for the consequences. And physical exhaustion often led to emotional exhaustion-thus the doom and gloom announcement in the car.

It all made sense.

They were winning. They had to be winning.

He tensed as voices sounded in the distance, but they headed in another direction and he relaxed again. And then he frowned. Was Arra taking longer than she should?

Definitely longer than a guy would. How long did women take? He couldn't shake the feeling that she might have done a bunk and climbed out the window. Be halfway to Seattle and a new ident.i.ty by now.

With a glance around the hall to make sure he wasn't observed, he pushed the door open a crack and heard, "You!" followed by a familiar string of nonsense syllables, and a soft sputz.

"Arra?"

"Better get in here with that potion."

He took two steps farther into the washroom and peered around a cinder-block corner.

Women's washrooms definitely smelled better than men's. Arra was at a line of stainless steel sinks washing her hands. Lying stretched out on the floor was one of the girls from the catering company.

"Shadow-held?"

Arra snorted. "Not anymore."

"We forgot about the caterers when we made the list." Dropping to the floor, he lifted her head up against his leg. "They must've been setting up for lunch.""Lunch." Red-rimmed eyes snapped open. "Do we always have to have lasagna? I am so tired of making lasagna!"

"Hey, it's okay." The potion sparkled as it dribbled between her lips.

She swallowed, looked up at him and said, "Three kinds of cookies are quite enough.

There's cake." Another half a dozen small swallows. "Fifteen hundred bottles of water a month."

"That's a lot of water."

Her brows drew in as she finished the last of the potion in the cup. "Who the h.e.l.l are you?"

Before Tony could tell her, Arra muttered, "Sleep." And her eyes closed.

"Why did you do that?"

"Easier than explanations. Also ..." Stepping away from the sink, she indicated that Tony should pick the snoring young woman up. "... easier transport."

"So, easier?" He swung the girl up into his arms. Grunted, shifted her weight, and headed for the bathroom door. "I thought you said it was going to get terrible?"

Arra snorted, as she retrieved the backpack. "I've only been on this world for seven years, but even I know that if a young man gets caught carrying an unconscious young woman from the ladies' room in a Baptist church, terrible will be an understatement."

She had a point.

"What's with the you'?"

Arra twisted around from checking on their two pa.s.sengers and frowned toward Tony.

"The what?"

"Every time a shadow sees you, it says you!' in exactly the same way."

She shrugged. "The shadows are all cast by a single source; this makes their reactions less than original."

"Makes sense."

"Thank you."

Ouch. Sarcasm that cut. "In the dream I had, the shadow didn't want to go back to the Shadowlord; it didn't want to lose its sense of self."

"So?"

His turn to shrug; his shadow, dark against the pale upholstery, shrugging with him. "So maybe we can reason with them."

"Reason with them?" She sounded surprised.

No, he decided, pulling out to pa.s.s a line of Sunday drivers heading home to the city, surprise wasn't quite enough. Astonished.

"They're still evil, Tony, even if they're only bits of evil. And you don't reason with evil!""Granted. But you can, you know, reform it. During the war on your world, didn't anyone ever try to ... ?"

"No!"

"Why ..."

"Because that's not the way it works!"

Rolling his eyes, he tried again. Old people often had trouble with new ideas. "But ..."

"If you want to meet your Nightwalker at 9:30, you'd best concentrate more on driving and less on suggesting perversions!"

She had a point although perversions seemed a little harsh. "It's just..."

"When I said concentrate less, I meant not at all!"

Right.

"Arra, you don't have to go with us tonight. We've got the potion; Henry and I can handle things at the studio. There's only the one shadow left."

Eyes locked on the spider solitaire game, Arra grunted something that might have been good. Or sure. Or get stuffed, were "get stuffed" only a single syllable long.

"You can move that black jack."

From her tea cozy position on the dining room table, Zazu hissed at him.

"Or not."

The wizard's concentration on the game-games, since she was running one on each computer-was a little disturbing.

They'd dropped Ben and the caterer off two blocks from Ben's condo since neither of them knew anything about the girl and she was carrying no ID. Arra had woken them and then they'd driven off before they were noticed.

"Oh, c.r.a.p. Their cars. We left their cars behind; no way they got that far south walking."

"It's a minor point. "

"Not to them, it won't be."

"They have a forty-eight-hour hole in their memories. I think it will be."

Put like that, Tony'd admitted she had a point.

She'd been pretty quiet the rest of the way to the co-op, and had said next to nothing while she made a new batch of potion. Too busy eating the burger and fries he'd picked up to worry about the silence, Tony hadn't really noticed something was wrong until she'd capped the second thermos and headed straight for her computers.

And essentially disappeared.

Scratch a little disturbing. It was definitely freaking him out.He swung his backpack up onto one shoulder, taking what comfort he could from the familiar feel of the thermoses smacking him in the kidneys just above one of the bruises Mouse had left him. "I'll just meet Henry out front."

This time, not even a grunt. One game ended. She started a new game immediately.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning at work."

"Tony."

He paused and turned to face her again.

"Remember that the gate works both ways. You have to stop the shadows returning to him, but you also have to make sure nothing worse comes through."

All of a sudden the lines of electronic playing cards took on a new menace. "Is that what you're looking for? Something worse?"

"I don't know."

"Something worse," Tony muttered moving the lamp into place. "Way to be specific."

"Let it go."

"How?"

Henry wisely decided not to answer. "The gate's about to open."

They were alone in the soundstage. The gate opened and closed and they were still alone. Wherever-whoever-the last shadow was, it wasn't going home. Not yet. Tony had no idea what the h.e.l.l he was going to do tomorrow morning. Not going to be as simple as turning on a light, he acknowledged, his hands shaking as he rolled up the cable.

"Are you all right?"

"Sure. Fine." He'd never felt the pull of the gate so strongly. Had actually found himself stepping toward it, his body practically vibrating with need. New call, familiar feeling.

Only a white-knuckled grip on the sound board had held him in place. Not moving-not answering-hurt.

"This shadow-taint of yours; did the wizard mention how we can remove it?"

"No, because that would require a lack of ambiguity." Cables stowed, he straightened.

"Just takes time, I guess."

In the dim glow of the emergency light, he saw Henry frown. "It seems stronger than it was."

"Seems stronger or is stronger."

The vampire shrugged.