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he?”
    “An American, turned in Italy around ten years ago while he was there working.   I looked for him, but he vanished quite admirably.”  
    “What does this have to do with your project?”
    “I think I may have met the Dante expert’s daughter at the library where I’ve been doing that transcription for Tenzin.”  
    He would have laughed at the sudden silence on the phone, but he was distracted by the perfect circle the flame formed.   It reminded him of the ancient symbol of a snake eating its tail.   It bent to his will, turning continuously in front of his eyes as he waited for Carwyn’s response.  
    “That’s quite a coincidence.”  
    “It would be, if either of us believed in coincidence,” he murmured as he let the flame unfurl and return to its home at the tip of the candle, shrinking until it was no larger than his fingertip.  
    “How would anyone newly sired have access to your library?   The rumors have swirled for years, but there’s been no actual proof.”
    “Yet I am in Houston.   And if I’m correct, I met the daughter of an immortal who was rumored to have a book I haven’t seen for over five hundred years.”
    “What do you think—”
    “I don’t know what to think right now, Father.   I need more information.   I’ve already sent a letter to Livia.   As for the girl?   I’m proceeding as if it’s of no consequence at the moment.   She’s…interesting.”  
    “’Interesting’?   I can’t remember the last time—”
    “Did you know daylight savings time started this week?   I’ll be able to visit the museum again.”  
    “Your phone manners are abysmal, Gio.   It’s not polite to interrupt someone, you know, even if you’re not in the same room.”  
    Giovanni smiled into the darkened room.   “I knew what you were going to say, and I didn’t want to talk about it.   They’re hosting a lecture next week at the museum about Dali, I—”
    “What a fascinating subject change.   We’re going to forget about the daughter?”
    He smiled at the priest’s interruption.   “For now, yes.   I see her every week at the library.   I even saw her last night.   So far, nothing leads me to believe she knows anything about our kind, which means her father, if he is the immortal I want, hasn’t been in contact.   So, there’s nothing to be done at the moment.   I need to investigate more.”  
    “Fine.   Let me know when the pieces move.”  
    Giovanni paused, staring into the turning flame in front of him.   “Maybe they won’t.   Maybe it is just a coincidence.”  
    Carwyn’s voice was soft when he replied, “Do you really believe that?”
    “No.”  

    “Dr. Vecchio?” a familiar voice asked.   “What are you doing here?”
    He turned, surprised to see Beatrice De Novo standing in front of a Leger painting in one of the contemporary rooms; an older woman standing next to her.   The young student’s typical uniform of black was broken by the deep red shirt she wore and demure black flats replaced her combat boots, as he thought of them.  
    “Beatrice?   How unexpected to see you here.”   He wasn’t sure why seeing her at the museum caught him off guard.   It was a popular destination for students, and he tried to convince himself it was purely serendipitous she was here on the evening after he had been speaking about her.   “A pleasant surprise, of course.”  
    The older woman looking at the Leger painting turned, and he saw the history of Beatrice’s slight accent in front of him as he examined the older woman.   Spanish blood seemed dominant in her handsome features, and he looked into a pair of clear green eyes.   She smiled and took Beatrice’s arm.  
    “¿Es el profesor guapo, Beatriz?”
    Her accent, he noted, was educated, and from the Guadalajara region of Mexico.  
    Beatrice laughed nervously at her grandmother’s question.   He smiled, happy that the girl had referred to him as ‘the