"It's only twenty after nine, Grit. It's that bad already?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She slid down in her chair, head against the padded rest. "It's good to hear your voice, but aren't you supposed to be out catching bad guys? Is something wrong? Are we off for dinner tonight?"

"I'm sorry," he replied, answer enough. Margrit's smile fell away. She had no name for what their relationship had become over the last months: more than friends, but no longer lovers, with a weighty question mark hanging over whether they would be again. Innumerable things had changed the shape of their romance, most of all the pale-haired gargoyle who'd haunted Margrit's dreams the night before.

Alban's image lingered in her mind as she brought her attention back to the phone call. "I'm sorry. What did you just say? I wasn't listening."

An edge of concern came into Tony's voice. "You okay, Grit?"

"I'm fine." She straightened in her seat, deliberately shaking off the gloom that had settled over her. "Say that again. Something about a party?"

"Yeah. You ever heard of Kaimana Kaaiai?"

"Nope. Should I have?"

She could almost hear Tony shake his head. "Me either. He's some philanthropist out of Hawaii, one of those kinds of guys who rents his mansions to homeless people for almost nothing, because he can't live in all seven of them at once, anyway."

Margrit's eyebrows shot up. "I'd be willing to try being homeless in Hawaii...."

"You and me both. Anyway, apparently he's got this thing about early twentieth-century architecture, and he's in town for a week to do some glad-handing and donate some funding for that speakeasy down in the sewers."

"The subways, not the sewers," Margrit said pedantically. "Cam never would've gone with me to look at it if it'd been in the sewers. Besides, sewage probably would have ruined those amazing stained-glass windows." They were more astonishing than anybody knew. Although abstract at first glance, if the three windows were layered over one another, they showed representations of the five remaining Old Races in glorious, rich color.