Chapter 227

On the Go car rentals had three branches in Metro Vancouver and a handy central database with lax security. Priya had a name for the man from the cemetery before we'd finished breakfast on Saturday morning, along with the hotel he'd written down as his residence while in town.

The message to Talia had been delivered last Thursday with a deadline of tomorrow, June fourteenth. I'd faced worse. If Nathan was here, it implied that he'd come seeking a front row seat to her resignation.

The video wasn't conclusive proof of my magic. However, proof or not, it would be ammunition for Talia's enemies. The Nefesh police might decide to take an interest as well. Should that dickhead Staff Sergeant Novak push his way into every aspect of my life, he could complicate my Jezebel duties immensely. Or worse, find himself in Chariot's crosshairs.