So sorry it took me so long to write, I was very busy this week. Please Review I hope you like the story and please be patient for it will take me some time to get up the next chapter.

"What?" I asked, still trying to figure out what she had said.

"I don't have a brother." she repeated.

"Then who's Jack Donovan?"

Not a second after I uttered the question, I was yanked into her apartment. She abruptly shut the door behind us, and it was then that I saw the engravings in the door post. Engraved symbols for protection. She turned to look at me, her green eyes filled with worry.

"Did he follow you here?"

"No." I said uncertainly.

"Are you sure?" she demanded.

Not really.

"Yeah."

She let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the door.

"Mr. Dresden, you have to go back to Jack and tell him you couldn't find me. Please."

"I don't understand, what's going on?"

"It's not something you want to be dragged into. Just go back to him and tell him that you didn't find me."

"There is no missing-person police report, is there?" I asked, somehow already knowing the answer.

"No." she whispered.

"Maybe I can help." I offered.

"No!" she said more firmly. "Please, stay out of this." She grabbed the door handle and swung it open to let me out, only someone stood in the way.

"Hello Amy." said Jack. Amy backed up a little, still clutching the door.

"You said he didn't follow you." she muttered angrily.

"Well, I didn't really check." I said sheepishly.

Great I'm probably going to be the death of this girl. Before jack could take a step inside I flicked my wrist and turned my finger. Immediately the door slammed shut and locked us in. Amy turned around to stare at me angrily and I held my hands up. "Not now. Get angry at me later, do you have a back door out of here?"

Jack began pounding on the door angrily, yelling at Amy to let him in. The wards began to glow around the door frame as Jack attempted at bringing them down.

"The window in the bedroom leads to a fire escape."

"Works for me, lead the way." I said and let her pass by.

We went into a cluttered bedroom with a large window to the left. On the unmade bed was a now startled cat. Amy scooped it up, and headed for the window.

"Leave the damn cat!" I yelled.

Ignoring me she shoved the window up, and climbed out. Following her, we began running down the stairs. We had gone down two levels when we heard a loud crash, a second later, Jack stuck his head out the window, yelling for Amy to stop.

"Where's your car?" Amy asked frantically as we reached the bottom step.

"Towards the front."

We ran around the building to my Jeep. Ripping the door open, I jammed the key into the ignition, and flipped the engine over. Amy slid in beside me and shut her door, her cat still in her arms, remaining surprisingly calm. Its gray colored body curled in a ball, white running up its paws and arms. I drove away just as Jack came around the side of the building.

Driving for a few minutes, I finally spoke up.

"I have a place where you'd be safe."

"Okay." she said without looking away from the window.

"If you don''t mind me asking, what's with the cat?" I asked, trying to be somewhat polite.

She snorted, and looked at me, suddenly very serious. "He's the only bit of home I have left."

"Oh." I said, acting as if that explained everything. "What's his name?"

"Duma."

Can you give me a little more than one sentence answers? "Can I ask what's going on?"

"No." she replied and scratched under Duma's chin.

She turned away from me and looked out the window. Letting out a sigh I finally turned down the street where my shop was stationed. I had drove around the block a few times to make sure no one was following us this time. Parking my Jeep I killed the engine and announced,

"Welcome to my shop."