"Let me see this warrant," he said. I passed it to him. I thought his scrutiny would be purely pro forma, but he read every word. When he spoke again, he didn't sound formal at all: "You do everything this parchment says you can do and you'll break us to bits. Maybe I'd better call our legal team."

I held up a hasty hand. "I don't intend to do or seek any more than we talked about yesterday. Is that still agreeable to you?" Light the candle or cast the spell, Mr. Sudakis.

"Let's go to my office," he said after a pause tike the ones I'd been hearing from Charlie Kelly. "I'll show you where the client lists are stored."

By the time I thought to look for the Nothing I might have seen the day before, I was already past the place on the walk where I'd noticed it. I had more concrete things on my mind, anyhow.

Sudakis pulled open a file drawer. "Here are clients who have used our facility in the past three years, Inspector Fisher."

I started pulling out folders. "I will copy these parchments and return the originals to you as soon as possible, Mr. Sudakis." We were both talking with half a mind for the Listener in his office. I asked, "Does this list also include the spells and thaumaturgical byproducts each of the consortia and individuals stated were assigned for containment here?"

"No, not all of them. That's a separate form, you know."

He glanced down at the warrant he was still holding. "We didn't discuss those lists yesterday. This thing" - he waved the warrant - "gives you the authority to go fishing… until and unless our people try to quash it Shall I make the phone call now?"

I pointed to the amber amulet he wore - it made a small lump under his shirt. He nodded, pulled it out, went through his little ritual. I wondered again what language he was using. As soon as he nodded a second time, I said,