I guess they found the window, Ethan said.
Or saw our tracks in the snow.
Either way, he said with a wink, let’s make a graceful exit.
I nodded. I’m right behind you, I assured him. I darted to the center of the chaos, began ripping papers from the wall, shoving them into my open backpack. I wasn’t leaving empty-handed.
Then we moved into the hallway, clung to the shadows, and made our way out again.
• • •
Mallory was situated at the conference table in Ethan’s office when we returned, books, notebooks, soda cans, paper, and pens spread across the table. It wasn’t unlike the mess in Sorcha’s office, although it didn’t look quite as insane. And I didn’t have a single doubt about Mallory’s motives.
“We weren’t even gone for two hours,” Ethan said, gaze wide as he took in the chaos of his usually ordered office.
“Good witches work fast.” She looked up at me, gestured to the backpack. “What did you find?”
“Insanity,” Ethan said.
“Seriously,” I said, putting my backpack on the table. “It was A Beautiful Mind in there.” I gave her the details. “We didn’t find any computers, notebooks, whiteboards. No secret plans just lying around.” I unzipped the backpack, pulled out the papers I’d snatched from Sorcha’s office. “But I did grab these.”
“And they are . . . ?” Mallory asked, eyeing them suspiciously.
“A very small percentage of her notes,” Ethan said.
I nodded. “They were all over the room, so I grabbed a couple of square feet before we had to make a run for it.”
“They saw you?” Catcher asked.
“No,” Ethan said with a smile for me. “They found evidence of our entry. I’m afraid we may have broken a window.”
“Should have broken more than that,” Catcher muttered. “The assholes.”
Mallory pulled off the top sticky note, which read “glizzard,” eyed it suspiciously before setting it aside again. “We’ll look through them when we get back.”
“I take it you’re ready?” Ethan asked.
“Ready to listen, and ready to go.”
He arched an eyebrow. “And where will we be going?”
“Downtown, relatively near Towerline. It needs to be within the former alchemical web, and preferably quiet.” She winced. “And maybe not right next to a residential building. Just in case.”
In case things went sideways. Because there was always a chance of it.
“To confirm,” Ethan said, “you want to be near Towerline—in downtown Chicago—but not too close to the other million people who live there.”
“Exactly,” she said brightly.
“Millennium Park,” Catcher said. “There won’t be anyone at the pavilion tonight. The lawn will give us space. It’s not exactly close to Towerline, but it’s as close as we can get with that kind of space and privacy.”
Mallory pursed her lips. “Interesting idea,” she said. “Maybe I can use the trellis as some kind of antenna.”
“Let’s just take this one step at a time,” Catcher said.
• • •
Since we’d all be heading back to Cadogan House after our trip downtown, Catcher drove the SUV. He and Ethan landed in the front seat, which gave Mallory and me a chance to talk. Doubly good, because I wanted to keep pushing aside my rising emotions.