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lenses.
    “Excuse me?” she said. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t hear that correctly.”
    “The soul bottle. I need it back. Just for a day or two.”
    Harmony leaned back against the hard booth. She didn’t answer right away.
    “You want me to give you a bottle containing the spirit of a psychopath who murdered a hundred children. In what conceivable universe, Faust, would I have any reason to do that? What—please tell me, because I really want to know—what would possibly be my motivation to do that?”
    It was more like five hundred children, but correcting her history wasn’t going to help my argument. I bit into my burger while I worked out how much to tell her.
    “I have some indication that Lauren doesn’t need de Rais’s help anymore. You see the construction crews working day and night? The Enclave’s still going up. She’s shifting gears, finding a new approach.”
    “All the more reason to keep de Rais locked away forever. She
might
not need him, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want him.”
    “Except,” I said, “he knows what she’s up to. De Rais can tell us Lauren’s entire scheme, because whatever the Enclave really is, we know it’s based on something he started to invent centuries ago.”
    Harmony plucked a fry from the bag. She nibbled on it, thoughtful, then shook her head.
    “So what’s your plan? Let him possess someone, then interrogate him?”
    “Yes,” I said. “Then put him back in the bottle for good.”
    To give her credit, she actually thought about it while she ate another fry.
    “No,” she said. “Too dangerous. If anything went wrong, if he escaped, the fallout would be on my head. I can’t live with that. Find another way.”
    “The host will be chained to a chair. There’ll be armed guards—”
    Harmony leaned forward a little.
    “I said no. Possessions can go wrong with no warning. In case you forgot,
you
let that bastard get into my partner’s skin. You can’t tell me, after that, that you can guarantee
anyone’s
safety.”
    “So, what, we just let Lauren go?”
    “I’m already running my own investigation on Carmichael, off the books, with no help needed from you and your little friends. For that matter, there’s no way I’m putting a monster like Gilles de Rais in the hands of a pack of gangsters. Now, if you were to reconsider my offer and come inside…maybe,
maybe
you and I could come to an agreement. You know, once I felt reassured that you were on the side of the angels.”
    I tried not to laugh in her face.
    “That’s funny,” I said. “Never seen an angel that looked like a rat.”
    She reached for another fry. Her pink fingernails pincered it as she held it up between us like the sword in the stone.
    “These,” she said, “really are tasty. When you get home, you should look up what you’ll be eating in Ely Prison for the next thirty years. Food for thought, if you’ll pardon the pun.”
    She popped the fry in her mouth, smiled, and winked. Then she got up and walked out the door.
    • • •
    I drove around for a while, not aimless so much as restless, trying to come up with a new plan of attack. A heist wasn’t in the cards. Harmony had stashed de Rais’s bottled soul in an unmarked evidence box at the FBI’s Vegas field office. A bank would be easier to crack. Besides, I already had enough heat from the feds to deal with.
    The sun leaned down behind the city. Long fingers of shadow stretched from the monoliths on the strip, that dusky hour before the lights blaze and the booze flows like an oasis spring. I cruised back to the Scrivener’s Nook and pushed through the glass door with just enough time to freshen up before Caitlin came by.
    “These are from my trip to Denver,” said the woman at the counter, showing pictures on her phone to Bentley and Corman. Bentley, the rail-thin Felix to Corman’s Oscar, leaned in and squinted.
    “I should really get my bifocals,” he said, then saw me and waved. “Daniel! Look