Mockingbird carefully tucked away the photo. "She's got your brother at a deserted hotel at Fifth and Claremont."

"A demon?" Sam asked.

"Duh."

"Gotta ask," Garth said. "The old lady. The Wonder Woman pajamas, the feather boa - "

"Zee was my friend." Mockingbird's face darkened. "She was a little cracked, but a potent witch; the last of a powerful bloodline."

"What about you?" Sam asked warily.

"Me?" Mockingbird gave him a secret smile and, with a little squelching pop, vanished.

In her place a small grey bird hovered for a breathtaking instant and then flashed out an open window, calling raucously.