Even Vampires Get the Blues by Katie MacAlister

powerful things. They can tell a lot about an object.” Oh, great,Sam—babble like an idiot in front of a client. A very handsome client, not that his appearance had anything to do with it.
    But man alive, he sure rang my chimes, what with those shoulders, and that jaw, and those flashing silver eyes. . . . A quick glance at his expression had me pulling back from that particular mental excursion. I dug through my memory of Diviner precepts and trotted out something I thought had a bit more of a professional ring to it. “Sometimes objects leave behind a non-tangible record of their existence. Diviners can use that trail to learn more about the object itself, and tune into its wavelength, if you will, thus allowing them to locate the item.”
    â€œHmm.” He didn’t look convinced, but at least he lost that what-the-hell-are-you-saying-you-idiot-woman-you look. In fact, for a moment there, it looked like he was trying not to smile. “I suppose that’s possible, although the statue must have been removed from my home many years ago. Its intangible record may be so weak you can’t read it.”
    â€œI won’t know until I can examine the house,” I said brightly. For some reason—oh, who am I trying to fool? It was because he was so damned gorgeous, and it had been so very long since I had been with a man—I was quite determined to do anything to prolong our contact, and that included checking out his home. Honesty forced me to admit that common curiosity about what sort of a place a vampire inhabited was not going to do for an explanation of my interest in him. It was the man himself that caught my attention, and held it. “You never know what sorts of things you can learn until you open yourself up to new experiences.”
    An interesting array of emotions flitted across his face. At first he looked obstinate, then somewhat surprised, followed by smug, ending with a smile so fleeting I almost missed it, which quickly dissolved into a bland, expressionless look that left me even colder than before. “Very well. As you feel it’s necessary, I will allow you to conduct whatever divination rituals you need in my home. What will you require as a retainer fee?”
    â€œNothing,” I said, quickly flipping over the little sign that stood on the edge of my desk proclaiming that a 10 percent retainer was due at the time of engagement. “We can talk fees and such after I’ve had a chance to get a better feel for the case, if that’s agreeable with you.”
    His eyebrows rose for a moment, but settled down almost immediately. “As you like. When would you like to examine my home?”
    â€œAnything wrong with right now?” I asked, standing when he did.
    The surprised look was back for a moment or two in his eyes.
    A straightforward woman. What a refreshing change.
    I jerked as if I’d been shocked. That wasn’t my inner voice speaking to me as I had assumed it was—this was someone else. Someone male, someone with a Scottish accent that made me think of Braveheart , and men wearing kilts, and wild, sexy masculinity. In other words, it made me think of . . .
    â€œAs you put it like that, no,” Paen said, his eyes shuttered. “There is nothing wrong with right now.”
    Why on earth was he talking in my head? Why and how? And why didn’t I particularly mind suchan intimate feeling? I ignored the questions squirreling around in my brain, confident that I would work out the answers in the near future. It was just one more curious element in what I was coming to believe was a fascinating man.
    â€œExcellent. We have another case we’re presently engaged with,” I said, shooting Clare a meaningful look that, judging by the confused expression on her face, went totally over her head. I gathered up my coat and tapestry bag, closing my laptop and slipping it into the bag. “But I think we