“Hey,” Roxy shrugged. “I’m an inquisitive kind of
girl.” She tapped her index finger against her lower lip.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but, do I know you?
Your voice sounds familiar.”
“No.” Gahiji turned away and studied the dark woods,
as though ascertaining if the perimeter were safe.
It was safe enough. The fire genies were occupied
elsewhere, chasing their tails.
“Too bad it’s so dark. Maybe if I could get a look at
you…” Roxy prompted.
Gahiji ignored her.
“Alastor, you and Gahiji see if you can meet up with
Mal. I sent him after Xaphan’s concubines earlier, but
he seems to have taken the scenic route. See if you can
find him, then find them. As I said, they were asking
questions about Frank Marin, and about a girl—” his
gaze slid to Roxy and he stared at her for a slow count
of three, saying nothing, letting her know that he knew
she’d been holding out on him “—a kid. Name of
Dana. She’s in Oklahoma City.”
Roxy’s expression didn’t change, but he felt the
tension crawling through her, nearly crackling off her
skin. She hadn’t shared that information with him, and if
he was placing bets, he’d wager that she didn’t like the
fact that he pulled it like a rotten tooth out of one of
Xaphan’s pets.
“Dana…in Oklahoma City,” Alastor echoed.
“That’s it? No last name? No address? No idea what
they want with her?”
“None.”