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dark, smudged shapes. “No one home—oh!” She jumped back a step as something flung itself against<br />
the window: a lumpy, hair-covered ball. Slime slicked the glass. Emma was already crouching, about<br />
to pull a stiletto from her boot. “What is it?” She straightened. “A Raum demon? A—”<br />
“I think it’s a minipoodle,” said Julian, the corner of his mouth twitching. “And I don’t think it’s<br />
armed,” he added as she glanced down to stare accusingly at what was, yes, definitely a small dog, its<br />
face pressed to the glass. “I’m almost positive, in fact.”<br />
Emma hit him on the shoulder, then drew an Open rune on the door. There was the snapping click of<br />
the lock, and the door swung open.<br />
The dog left off licking the window and rushed out, barking. It darted around them in a circle, then<br />
lunged toward a fenced area at the far end of the yard. Julian darted off after the canine.<br />
Emma followed him through ankle-high grass. It was a nice garden, but nobody had taken real care<br />
of it. The plants were running wild, the flowered hedges overgrown. There was a pool, bordered <strong>by</strong> a<br />
waist-high ironwork fence, the gate hanging open. As Emma neared it, she could see that Julian was<br />
standing <strong>by</strong> the side of it, very still. It was the kind of pool that had LED lights in it, cycling through a<br />
rainbow of garish colors. Rows of pool chairs surrounded it, made of white metal with white<br />
cushions, dusted with fallen pine needles and blown jacaranda blossoms.<br />
Emma slowed as she reached the water. The dog was crouched <strong>by</strong> the pool ladder, not barking but<br />
whimpering. At first Emma thought she was looking at a shadow on the water; then she realized it was<br />
a body. A dead woman in a white bikini, floating on the surface of the pool. She was facedown, long<br />
black hair drifting around her head, arms dangling at her sides. The purple glow from the pool lights<br />
made her skin look bruised.<br />
“By the Angel, Jules . . . ,” Emma breathed.<br />
It wasn’t as if Emma hadn’t seen dead bodies before. She’d seen plenty. Mundanes,<br />
Shadowhunters, murdered children in the Hall of Accords. Still, there was something plaintive about<br />
this body: the woman was tiny, so skinny you could see the lines of her spinal column.<br />
There was a splash of red against one of the pool chairs. Emma moved toward it, thinking it was<br />
blood, then realized it was a Valentino handbag made of bright red intaglio leather, slightly unzipped.<br />
A gold wallet had spilled out of it, and a pink phone.<br />
She glanced at the phone, then picked up the wallet and flicked through it. “Her name’s Ava Leigh,”<br />
she said. “She is—she was—twenty-two. Home address listed as here. Must have been his<br />
girlfriend.”<br />
The dog whimpered again and lay down, his paws <strong>by</strong> the pool’s edge. “He thinks she’s drowning,”<br />
Julian said. “He wants us to save her.”<br />
“We couldn’t have,” Emma said softly. “Look at her phone. None of the calls have been answered<br />
in two days. I think she’s been dead at least that long. We couldn’t have done anything, Jules.”<br />
She put the wallet back into the bag. She was reaching for the handles when she heard it: the click<br />
of a crossbow loading.<br />
Without looking or thinking, she threw herself at Jules, knocking him down. They hit the Spanish<br />
tile hard as a bolt whistled <strong>by</strong> them and vanished into the hedges.<br />
Julian kicked off against the ground and spun them over, rolling between two of the chairs. The<br />
phone Emma had been carrying flew out of her hand; she heard it hit the pool water with a splash and<br />
cursed silently to herself. Julian levered himself up, his hands gripping her shoulders; his eyes were<br />
wild, his body pressing hers into the ground. “Are you all right? Were you hit?”<br />
“I wasn’t—I’m fine—” she gasped. The dog was huddled <strong>by</strong> the fence, howling, as another bolt<br />
whistled down and struck the corpse in the pool. Ava’s body flipped over, baring her swollen,