"As far as we know, he was here alone," Esther said, leaning back on the couch and folding her legs under her. "And we don't have any evidence his employer sent him back. The magic on his car was standard spells you could buy from anyone, basic wards against tracking and to repel rust. They didn't have a magical signature Doran recognized."
I took a swig out of my coffee mug and brooded over that while Esther picked up her phone and sent a couple of texts. We were sitting in her living room, a small, cosy space in an equally small, cosy house. Lots of throw pillows.
Landscapes with grazing cows on the walls. Matching light wood furniture and several floor lamps.
It was as different from Laurie's miserable little room as it was from my own spacious, dim, barely-furnished house.
Laurie. That threw me into a deeper brood.
It'd been most of a full day since I left him. Twenty-two hours and seven minutes, if you were going to get all fucking technical about it.
