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Tessa quirked a grin. Now she had a definite plan to find her scroll. She checked her computer and blocked out a half hour in the afternoon for an important phone call. It was time to talk to a potential client.
    Clive of Clive’s Magical Repossessions.

    Later that evening, at a quarter-past eleven, Tessa stood outside the Nigerian restaurant in Brooklyn. She was in a prime position to catch free smells as the strong aroma of spicy scents tickled her nose each time the door opened.
    When she first arrived outside of Clive’s Magical Recovery, she questioned her logic. A woman for Clive in exchange for letting her tag along on repo jobs. Great. But how the hell could a witch with French tips pull off this ruse?
    Four hours ago, she’d laid out two outfits on her bedspread and thought to herself, which one best looks like a repo chick on the hunt ? Courtesy of an hour and a half of “Repo Man: Stealing for a Living” episodes on her DVR, she’d oriented herself to the grittiness of the repo business. In every situation the repo men, and women, encountered irate people oblivious to the fact they neglected to make their payments. The reactions ran the gamut from the crying soccer dad to the knife-wielding pimp.
    So she selected some jeans and a pair of sneakers. Then she checked herself in the mirror. There was no way she looked tough. She screamed socialite with her jewelry, makeup and hair. For good measure, she’d ditched the jewelry.
    Rob left his office, and she walked up to him.
    At first he was silent and stared her down with his frigid facial expression, perhaps hoping she’d turn and bolt in the opposite direction. Tessa straightened her back and took a step forward. Her head reached his chin, and she had to tilt hers upward to check out his expression. His mouth formed a hard line, and she could faintly hear him grinding his teeth. This wasn’t good.
    “Good evening, Rob,” she managed.
    “C’mon, before I change my mind.” He pivoted in the opposite direction. Tessa followed and tried to keep her eyes from straying to view how finely his blue jeans fit over his ass. He had a weathered brown satchel over his shoulder that rested on his trim right hip. A black t-shirt completed his repo man ensemble.
    Thanks to her call earlier with Clive, Tessa now had a new client and an opportunity to follow Rob a few times a week. Clive forewarned her of the dangers involved, but she swatted his concerns away. She had a few offensive spells under her belt. She could handle a disgruntled dwarf or bitter valkyrie who hadn’t made payments on a loaned item.
    Three blocks later toward 3 rd Street, Rob stopped at Starbucks. Was this their first collection point? The twenty-four hour establishment was full of magical and non-magical patrons reading books, using laptops, or eating a late-night snack.
    The willowy, dark-haired nymph behind the counter giggled at him when he reached the counter. “Who’s the tag-a-long, Rob? She looks scrawny.”
    He pursed his lips. “Don’t start, Arielle. Give me a double black this time.”
    The nymph offered him a sly smile as her thin fingers prepared the coffee. The other patrons couldn’t see her delicate hands as they flowed over the counter with magic trailing like strands of silk blowing in the wind. Dryads, like the one in front of Tessa, usually frolicked in Central or Prospect Park. To see one filling orders at a local Starbucks was a bit offsetting. Perhaps her tree had been relocated to the big city and she was making the best of it.
    Rob reached into the pocket of his jeans. Tessa expected him to turn in her direction to ask what she wanted, but he paid for his drink and headed for the door. Her mouth dropped open. What an ass.
    “Hey, I would’ve liked something to drink,” she growled to his back. A short snort was her reply.
    He reached for the handle and paused as he had a change of heart. How kind of him. “You got five minutes.”
    Tessa quickly ordered her