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ladder, maybe, or some kind of spell, then step through again. Yeah, I can see that working.”
    “Were there any djinn at the wedding today?” George asked. “I didn’t spot anyone who looked Middle Eastern.”
    “Not that I knew about.” Aidan tried to visualize the crowd and pick out individual faces in his mind. “It’s possible someone came in with the caterers, or the band.” How many people had been there, guests and workers included? Two hundred? Three?
    “No, I can vouch for the band.” Greg shook his head. “They play at the club a lot—nobody came in with them that I haven’t seen a hundred times before.”
    “I’ve used the caterer for events before, but I didn’t vet each of their staff.” Aidan tried to think of each face he’d seen throughout the day. “Wallis, did you screen them as they came in?”
    “Of course.” Wallis sniffed at the implication he’d ignored his responsibilities. “Every one of them had ID and was on the list we’d been given last week.”
    “How about the co-op teachers?” Jase surprised Aidan with his insight. The Jamaican potter and Meagan were both instructors at a Royal Oak art studio, and the rest of the faculty had been invited. “I know all of them, but some brought dates who aren’t long-time companions. You want me to make some calls?”
    “If you can do it without raising any hackles.” Aidan picked up his untouched coffee mug and fiddled with the handle. “We don’t want to tip off the kidnappers that we’re investigating rather than waiting for a ransom demand.”
    “It may not have been the djinni at the wedding anyway,” Elise reminded them all. “You said he could be nothing more than hired magic. How much easier would it have been for an elf to sneak in? Aidan, you may be right to start looking at your staff again. Or even higher.”
    Elise had never trusted the Fae, especially the members of the Seelie Court. Aidan wasn’t sure, but he thought that might have something to do with her Wyndewin training—none of that bunch had ever been overly friendly. Unfortunately, that distrust had been one of the insurmountable problems in their relationship. After the fiasco with Fianna, however, he wasn’t going to discount the possibility that someone from the court had been involved. Only a couple elven nobles had attended the wedding—though the whole court had been at the earlier ceremony held Underhill, which Elise and her daughter had not attended. Still, one of them might have managed to slip in a spy.
    “Right. Wallis, let’s you and I head for home. We can round up the staff and start asking questions.” He looked around the room and let his gaze linger on the two werewolves. “Greg, you want to come with me, while George and Jase stay here with Elise?”
    “Oh, no, you don’t.” Elise stood and glared at him. “I’m coming with you.”
    All the men in the room looked around nervously—none of them wanting to tangle with a pissed-off mother who was also a powerful witch. Aidan couldn’t blame them.
    “We’ll stay here in case the phone rings.” Jase broke the tense silence with his offer.
    “I’ll ride with Novak.” Wallis spoke hurriedly, tossing Aidan the Ferrari keys.
    Coward, Aidan mouthed back at his lieutenant, who smiled. Turning to Elise, Aidan sighed. “Fine. Go get dressed.”

Chapter Three
    Elise kept her mouth shut on the drive from Birmingham to Grosse Pointe. The sleek sports car ate up the miles at a rapid clip, but she wasn’t worried about that. Aidan’s better-than-human reflexes and perception made him a safe driver at any speed and she was sure there was a spell on the car to keep police looking the other direction.
    This close to him, she could still smell him—Scotch, expensive cologne and over both, the scent of Aidan himself, the one she remembered all too well. Touching him again made her feel like an addict falling off the wagon. Her fingers itched to slide over him, even though her brain