"Wow," I said. "You've got to admire their dedication. They must have been here for hours."
"And no one drove by?" Zee snapped. "No one called the polizei?"
"Umm, probably not. There's not a lot of traffic here at night." Reading the graffiti made me realize that there were themes and insights to be gained from the canvas that someone had made of my garage.
Green Paint, I was almost sure, was a young man whose thought patterns paralleled Ben's if the words he used were any indication.
"Look, he misspelled whore. I wonder if he did it on purpose? He spelled it right on the front window. I wonder which one he did first?"
"I have called your police friend Tony," Zee said, so angry his teeth clicked together as he spoke. "He was sleeping, but he will be here in a half hour." He might have been upset on my account, but mostly, I thought, it was the state of the garage. It had been his business long before I bought it from him. Last week I'd have been angry, too. But so much had happened since then that this ranked pretty low on my list of worries.
Red Paint had a more pressing agenda than Green Paint. Red had painted only two words: liar and murderer, over and over. Adam had installed security cameras so we'd know for sure, but I was betting Red Paint was Tim's cousin Courtney. Tim had killed his best friend before he attacked me, and there just weren't all that many people left who'd have gotten this worked up over his death.
I could hear a car approaching. An hour later, when traffic started to build up with people headed to work, I wouldn't have noticed. But it was quiet this early in the morning, so I heard my mother's approach.
"Zee," I said urgently. "Is there any way you could hide this" - I waved my hands at the shop - "for a few minutes?"
I didn't know much about what he could and couldn't do - outside of fixing cars and playing with metal, he didn't use magic much in front of me. But I'd seen his real face once, so I knew his personal glamour was good. If he could mask his face, surely he could hide a bunch of green and red paint.
He frowned at me in deep displeasure. You didn't ask for favors from the fae - not only was it dangerous, but they tended to take offense. Zee might love me, might owe me for freeing him from a tight spot, but that would only take me so far.
"My mother is coming," I told him. "The vampires are after me, and I have to get her to leave. She won't do it if she knows I'm in danger." Then, because I was desperate, I played dirty. "Not after what happened with Tim."
His face stilled. Then he grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him so we were both standing closer to the garage.
He put his hand on the wall next to the door. "If it works, I won't be able to remove my hand without breaking the spell."
When Mom turned the corner, the graffiti was gone.
"You're the best," I told him.
"Make her leave soon," he said with a grimace. "This is not my sort of magic."
I nodded and had started to walk to where Mom was parking her car when I saw the door clearly.
Covered by red and green paint, it hadn't been as noticeable. Someone with some artistic skill had painted an X on the door. In case I didn't get the right idea, instead of two mere lines, the shape was formed by two bones. They were ivory with grayish shadows and just a faint blush of pink - not painted by a couple of self-righteous and irate kids with spray paint. All it was missing to keep it from Jolly Rogerhood was a skull.
"You'd better hide that," Zee said. "Magic won't."
I put my back against the door and folded my arms.
"So why don't you think it's running right?" I asked him as my mother walked over from her car, with Hotep on a leash.
"Because it is old," Zee told me, taking the cue I had given him. "Because it was not well designed in the first place. Because air-cooled engines need constant tinkering."
"I was - Hey, Mom."
"Margaret," Zee said coolly.
"Mr. Adelbertsmiter." My mom didn't like Zee. She blamed him for my decision to stay in the Tri-Cities and fix cars instead of finding a teaching job, something much more in line with the kind of work she thought I should be doing. Politeness done, she turned back to me. "I thought I'd stop by before heading home." She couldn't get too close though, because as soon as he caught my scent, Hotep growled and lowered his head aggressively: protecting my mom from the bad coyote.
"I'll be fine," I told her, curling my lip at the Doberman. I actually like dogs, but not this one. "Give my love to Curt and the girls."
"Don't forget to work things out so you can come to Nan's wedding." Nan was my younger half sister, and she was getting married in six weeks. Luckily, I wasn't part of the wedding party, so all I had to do was sit and watch.
"I have it on the calendar," I promised. "Zee's going to take care of the shop for me."
She glanced at him, then back at me. "Fine, then." She started to give me a hug, then gave Hotep a rueful look. "You need to teach him to behave like you did Ringo."
"Ringo was a poodle, Mom. A fight between Hotep and me wouldn't end well for either of us. It's all right. Not his fault."
She sighed. "All right. You take care of yourself."
"Love you. Drive carefully," I told her.
"I always do. Love you."