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“There’s a parking garage by that convention center,” Rondeau said, pointing. Marla set<br />
off in that direction, trailed by Rondeau and the hummingbirds. “You know, ‘Finch’ is<br />
kind of a birdy name,” Rondeau said.<br />
Marla nodded. “Already crossed my mind. Could be coincidence, but it could be<br />
sympathetic magic, too, or a nickname he got for being a bird-man.” Marla shook her<br />
head. “This is like when I was first learning back home, before I knew who everyone<br />
was, what the surface and secret allegiances were, before I even knew people’s names. I<br />
thought I was through being ignorant and pushy—I like being well informed and pushy<br />
much better.”<br />
“Welcome to a whole new pond, little fish,” Rondeau said.<br />
She snorted. “I’m always a big fish. Sometimes I have to hang out in the shallows first<br />
for a while, is all.”<br />
Marla opened a metal door on the side of the parking garage, intending to hold it open<br />
gallantly for the hummingbirds, but they zipped down close to the smalls of her and<br />
Rondeau’s backs so they could follow. She swatted at her back, fast, but the<br />
hummingbird buzzed out of reach.<br />
“Little bastards can fly backward, you know that?” Rondeau said. “Everybody knows<br />
they’re the only bird that can hover, but they can actually go in reverse.”<br />
“Such are the wonders of nature,” Marla muttered, and went into the garage. She felt<br />
instantly at home, with the low ceilings and exposed pipes, the piss-stained corners, the<br />
oil spots. This was the essence of the home of her heart, dark and somehow<br />
fundamentally illicit—why else did so many secret meetings take place in parking<br />
garages? The parking garage smelled like car exhaust and cold concrete. She followed<br />
the signs to an elevator and pressed the “Up” button. The scarred steel doors slid open.<br />
Marla and Rondeau got in, and the hummingbirds followed.<br />
The doors slid shut, and Marla grinned. The hummingbirds were hovering in the corners<br />
of the ceiling, but the elevator was only about seven and a half feet high, and they<br />
couldn’t get that far away.<br />
Marla opened her leather bag and rooted around inside for a moment, then pulled out a<br />
towel she’d stolen from the hotel. She put down her bag and twisted the towel, as if she<br />
were wringing it out, and tied a fat knot at one end. “Step back, Rondeau,” she said, and<br />
he pressed himself against the elevator wall. Marla swung the towel in a short arc,<br />
experimentally.<br />
The hummingbirds instantly moved to hover right in front of Rondeau’s face.<br />
Marla lowered the towel. “Huh,” she said. “Smarter than your average bird, aren’t they?<br />
I guess we need magic. What do you think, Rondeau—want to Curse at them?”<br />
“In an elevator?” Rondeau said. “Isn’t that sort of dangerous for us?”