“Yup,” I muttered, continuing on to an alley around the corner. “They’ve got someone here.”
Diavan didn’t try to convince me to leave. He kept yawning, too, so maybe he was fantasizing about my couch.
I used my lock-pick charm on the fire-escape door in the alley, checked inside, and didn’t spot anyone. We headed up to the fourth floor, out into the empty hallway, and I slowed again when we reached the corner. I peeked around, already assuming someone would be there and that I’d have to climb out the window and over to my little balcony. But the hallway was empty. There was something on my door, some kind of electronic device. It had been mounted right above the knob.
“Hm.” I leaned back around the corner.
Diavan arched his eyebrows.
Whatever that thing was, I had a feeling it would a
