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Municipal Building. They ultimately control access to Limbo.” He crossed his arms, daring her to reply.
    “I see, well, if you could hand me—” She barely uttered a word before the older man behind the counter directed a pile of papers in her direction.
    Thoroughly dismissed by two repo men. Now that was a first.

    As Tessa watched his retreating back, she tried to buck up and go over a mental list of the positive points in her life—other than the missing scroll. She had friends. She had a place to live. And her business burned through money like crazy. Positive thinking wasn’t her strong point this evening.
    Those warlocks who’d brushed her off didn’t help her mood either. Maybe she should’ve emphasized how dire the situation was. Either way, hadn’t the guy behind the counter checked her out earlier? Wouldn’t he want to be a gentleman and offer a lady a hand?
    Entering the cab, she brooded. Her grandmother wouldn’t have had these kinds of problems. Yet, with confidence, her Grandma Kilburn had pushed her into the world of matchmaking three years ago.
    She could hear her now. The memories from her graduation dinner never faded. “Straighten up in your seat, Tessa,” her grandmother had said. “Surviving in the real world isn’t an exact science, you know.”
    On the day after her college graduation, Tessa enjoyed dinner with her family, all the while ignoring the stench of burnt lamb her mother prepared. To hopefully impress Grandma. No matter how much her mom tried, even the best-casted spells on the pots and fine china couldn’t cover the sad truth that her mom couldn’t cook.
    Her mom refused a caterer, hell-bent on staying in the good graces of Grandma Kilburn by cooking the meal herself.
    A huge grin spread across Aunt Lenore’s face as she pushed her plate of pumpkin cookies toward Grandma’s matriarchal seat at the head of the table. Tessa’s other four aunts and mother lined the sides of the fifteen-person dining room table set with Tiffany china. They cowered like advisers from an ancient Chinese emperor’s court awaiting the next royal decree.
    “Daisy, why do you wear that awful sweater all the time? You’ll never find a good man wearing something so matronly,” Grandma scolded. Her transparent graying form stirred. Not good to rub a rich ghost the wrong way.
    As usual, Aunt Daisy would smile as if Grandma had told a great joke and reply, “Oh, Mom. I haven’t met the right guy yet.” She straightened the neckline of the over-sized forest green sweater as she used the fork in her right hand to stab her salad.
    Aunt Daisy worked with a tax firm that rubbed elbows with Chicago’s supernatural elite, but based on the fashion choices Daisy made from day-to-day, Tessa would have to agree that her aunt plunged headfirst into spinsterhood.
    Tessa might’ve inherited money from Grandma’s undead will, but she sure as hell hadn’t inherited her barbed tongue.
    “Gertrude.” Grandma turned to Tessa’s mom. “Why ever don’t you have a graduation cake for Tessa? I’m too dead to eat, but I don’t see why everyone else has to suffer from your cooking.”
    “Well, I—”
    “You act as if you never planned an event before.” Grandma Kilburn addressed Tessa’s father. She kept everyone on their toes. “Jacob, have the cook run out to the store and fetch my granddaughter a cake.”
    Her dad nodded with a smile, but Tessa tried to be the peacemaker. “Grandma, I don’t need a cake. There’s plenty of food and Aunt Lenore made your favorite cookies.”
    “All right, if you’re happy, that’s all that matters.”
    Aunt Daisy smiled. “Tessa, are you sure you won’t reconsider the business analyst position?”
    During her junior year, Tessa spent a brief summer internship at her aunt Daisy’s office. After graduation, her aunt expected her to work for them. She dreaded the thought of countless days of boring rows of numbers and ledgers.
    Grandma’s transparent form