Juniper Fenn—broke paranormal investigator—agrees to banish a vengeful ghost in return for a desperately needed paycheck. But a simple banishment isn’t going to lay this case to rest. As the body count rises, she’ll have to rely on her loyal, shapeshifting partner and a skeptical detective to help her keep Vancouver—and her family—safe.
DRESDEN FILES x UNDER THE WHISPERING DOOR
Once again, my job has me up to my ass in trash. As the only member of Grigori Consulting physically capable of sifting through the dumpster’s contents, I’m forced to grin and bear it. This is what I get, dowsing for clients at crime scenes.
‘Juniper, be careful,’ Bloomsbury warns from four feet above me. My partner—and best friend—can do all manner of supernatural things, but taking physical form isn’t one of them. Each grigori like me—a communer with the dead, seeker of truths, and crosser of the Veil—is bound to an orobas guardian. Sounds glamorous, but here I am pawing through garbage in search of my client’s memento.
“How come I have to do all the heavy lifting while you just hang around?” I tease.
‘Hah, hilarious.’ Bloomsbury’s crackling voice takes on a sardonic edge as ze floats, a glittering silver disc wreathed in ethereal flames. When I was younger, ze used to try to mimic human forms but, on this side of the Veil, it tires zem out pretty quickly.
I dig deeper, still not sensing my client’s energy. As I push another torn plastic bag aside, an unidentifiable substance leaves a vermilion smear across the thigh of my jeans. Gross.
“Blooms!” My voice echoes against the low concrete ceiling of the carpark. I brush at the mess with my gloved hand, but I’m just making it worse. “Are you sure this is where Leah’s aura signature stops?”