Ghost Light by E. J. Stevens

will alter the current wisp hierarchy, and that is bound to anger some.”
    “Noted,” I said.  “But if wisps are kidnapping children, then someone needs to shake that hierarchy up a bit.  And, with my deadbeat dad in hiding somewhere, I’m the only one suited for the job.  The wisps will have to listen to their princess.”
    “You said this might piss people off,” Jinx said.  She turned to Ceff and crossed her arms.  “What exactly do you mean by that?  Are we talking stacks of complaint letters, or ninja faerie assassins?”
    “Assassins are a distinct possibility,” he said.  “Though some faeries prefer the more honorable practice of declaring a duel.”
    Assassins?  Duels?  I was in way over my head.
    “We can worry about rogue wisps later,” I said.  “According to Kaye, Club Nexus is only open from twilight until dawn.  I won’t be announcing my reign until tonight.  That leaves me with a few hours to check out another potential lead.”
    “What lead would that be?” Jinx asked.
    “Something Torn said,” I said.  “The cat mentioned ghost sightings in graveyards and cemeteries around Harborsmouth.  If humans saw unglamoured wisps floating around a graveyard, it’d make sense they’d think it was ghosts.”
    “You think the wisps are hiding out in a graveyard?” she asked.
     “Wisps are attracted to hidden treasure and places of death,” Ceff said.  “Your burial grounds qualify.”
    “It’s a long shot,” I said.  “But until I can question Torn, this is our best lead.”
    “I didn’t really dress for traipsing around old graveyards,” Jinx said.  She looked down at her platform shoes and frowned.  “Eat up.  I’ll go change.”
    “No,” I said around a mouthful of eggs.  “We need you here to man the phones and meet with clients.  There may be parents only now realizing that their children are missing.  If more families come seeking our services, there’s a chance someone saw or heard something useful.  Maybe we’ll catch a break.”
    “Okay,” she said.  “I’ll hold down the fort.  If I learn anything new, I’ll text you the info.”
    “And Jenna?” I asked.  Jinx had phoned our Hunter friend while I was unconscious.  She’d mentioned their conversation earlier, but I was fuzzy on the details.
    “She’s willing to work as backup so long as you find the kids in the next nine hours,” she said.  “After that, she’s on official Hunter business.  They’re sending her to deal with some fuath infestation out in the suburbs.”
    I glanced at the Felix-the-Cat clock hanging on the kitchen wall.  It was already past 3 o’clock.  Nine hours wasn’t a large window of opportunity, but my goal was to find the children before midnight.  If we didn’t reach them soon, chances were good that we wouldn’t find them at all.  Or if we did, that they wouldn’t be alive—and that was unacceptable.
    All the more reason to start casing local graveyards and cemeteries.  I wasn’t going to sit around doing nothing while I waited for Club Nexus to open its doors.  I washed the last bite of toast down with coffee and slid my plate across the counter.
    Break time was over.
    “Can I get a printout of all the victim’s street addresses?” I asked.
    Jinx nodded, wiped her hands on her apron, and slapped a folder down in front of me.  Not only was my roommate a great cook, she was also the most organized office assistant on the planet.  Just don’t make the mistake of calling her a secretary or you could end up with a split lip.
    She slapped my phone down on top of the folder.  The last time I remembered seeing my phone, it had been sitting on my office desk.  Jinx must have picked up my phone and the case files while Ceff helped me up the stairs to our apartment.  She tapped a nail on the screen, bringing up a map of Harborsmouth.
    “I programmed the victims’ addresses into your phone,” she said.  “You can see the locations in