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Elizabeth said, keeping her promise to Phoebe in mind. Lloyd might
have overheard their earlier conversation at the airport, but there
was no reason to let all the city know Fee's secret. The streets were by
no means empty even at that late hour. "Fee, you can't go walkabout
in a strange place. What if something had happened?"
"Something did happen," Fionna/Phoebe said, seizing Lloyd's hand
and swinging it like a child. "I wasgreat ! We were all great. I had
awonderful time. Didn't we, boys?" she called over her shoulder. No
one answered her. Voe looked like he had a headache. Eddie grimaced
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disapprovingly, and Michael was above it all, striding along with a
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"In future please let me know before you go out," she said, just as Fee
swung into an enveloping embrace with Lloyd in the shadow of a
barred doorway lit by neon. Elizabeth dodged around a man wheeling
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places I've checked. Things could have gone very badly back there."
Fionna and Lloyd snuggled together bonelessly into a single mass as
though they were made of putty and started kissing. Elizabeth felt
embarrassed interrupting. Fee wasn't listening anyhow. With a sigh,
Elizabeth dropped back a few paces.
"Never mind," said Beauray. "You can't keep her in a glass case. We'll
just have to keep a closer eye on her. That's why you have me."
That wasn't very much comfort. Mr. Ringwall would have expected a
British agent to cover every eventuality personally. She was afraid she
wasn't holding up her end very well, though she was glad to have
Beauray around to help.
When at last she had seen her charge stowed away and the door
warded with every seal at her disposal, Boo-Boo escorted Elizabeth to
the hotel restaurant for a well-deserved bedtime snack.
"C'mon," he said. "I know the night cook. It'll perk you up."
Over a soothing bowl of jambalaya and some intensely good coffee in
the nearly empty dining room, they discussed amulets and the
physical component of spells, things that were covered neither by
promises to her grandmother nor the Official Secrets Act.
As Elizabeth had suspected, Boo's myriad pockets were full of little
bits of this and that. They reminded her of her grandmother's living
room cupboard with the hundred tiny drawers. As they talked, he
produced thread, feathers, pens, chunks of rock, even a dried lizard.
Most of it was just what it appeared to be, but various small packets,
wrapped in hanks of dirty cloth or folded in worn envelopes, gave off
an intriguing glow to eyes that could see it. In the spirit of hands
across the water, Elizabeth turned out some of the contents of her
handbag for his inspection, all personal goods, but kept back the
government-issue spell components. She suspected Beauray was
doing the same.
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"Y'know, if we're goin' to be workin' together so closely, I think you
ought to call me Boo-Boo," the American agent said, putting away a
couple of anti-clumsiness amulets made of copper and white thread.
Elizabeth gulped coffee, feeling it revive her a little. "If you wish, Boo-
Boo."
"And I'm goin' to call you Liz," he continued. When she looked at him
sternly, he smiled. "Elizabeth takes too long to say, 'specially if we get
ourselves in a jam."
"It's not the usual thing," Elizabeth began. She almost said that this
was her first big field assignment, but bit back the words. She was
supposed to be in charge of the operation, after all. He might not
respect her as much if she admitted her inexperience. "This is an
important mission for me. I can't just . . . loosen up."
"You're in N'Awlins now," Boo-Boo said, winningly. "You just about
have to. Y'all ought to take it easy. Go on. It'll be easier than you
think."
"Well, all right," she said dubiously, rolling the name around on her
tongue. "Liz." But she liked it. She hadn't had a nickname since
school. "Yes, why not?"
"That's the spirit," Boo-Boo said, leaning back in his chair. "I think
we're goin' to get along just fine."
Elizabeth decided it was time that she set a few things straight. "So
long as you understand that I am in charge of this mission. Fionna
Kenmare's case was assigned to me."
Boo-Boo's eyes glinted their fierce laser-blue at her though his voice
stayed mild. "I hate to correct a lady, but you don't have any
jurisdiction here without my say-so."
"What? My government asked for your assistance, not to take over!"
Liz heard her words echo against the far walls of the room and
dropped her voice. "This is my case."
"Well, y'know, there's national sovereignty to consider," Boo-Boo
said. "If it was happenin', say, in the British Embassy, that'd be one
thing. But we're right here in my city. If y'all want to go home on the
next plane it'll be tomorrow afternoon. 'Course, y'all will miss the
concert, and that'd be just too bad." His blue eyes flashed with fire.
Liz realized that he could make good on his threat. Mr. Ringwall
would go apoplectic if she was sent home. She took a deep breath.
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"I'm sorry, Mr. Boudreau," she said.
"It's Boo-Boo," he said, the lines of his thin face relaxing. "We
shouldn't be fightin', Liz. We both want the same thing."
Yes, Liz thought. Control. "Yes, we do." The last word ended in a
yawn. "Oh! I'm sorry." She found herself unable to stop yawning.
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