find out what a potion bomb was. Seeing as I couldn’t throw fireballs like my
 
 cousin, bluffing was the best I could do.
 
 “What are you?” she asked, pressing her back against the fence that cut
 
 across the alley. “Why are you after me?”
 
 I hesitated. While I didn’t know crap about Magica species or types of
 
 sorcerers, my life as of late had provided ample fucked-up inspiration.
 
 I pulled a veil of darkness over my face—just like the sorcerer in my
 
 visions. “I’m one of the faceless ones. A stalker in shadow. And if you don’t
 
 help me, you’ll never walk in the light of day again.”
 
 I called more shadows from the walls and wrapped them around her legs.
 
 She dropped her knife and raised her hands. “Please stop, I’ll tell you
 
 what you want to know!”
 
 Victory.
 
 Was it? A pang of guilt tugged at me. She was practically cowering.
 
 But then my gui
 
 lt evaporated. She’d stunned Jaxson, threatened me,
 
 helped the Ripper—a serial killer—and also Kahanov, a kidnapper, murderer,
 
 and cult leader. She deserved worse than a simple haunting.
 
 I drifted closer, an ominous, faceless specter of shadow. “You need to tell
 
 me exactly what you’ve done for Kahanov.”
 
 The Viper nodded. “I was supposed to transport him and the Ripper out
 
 of town, up to Wisconsin, where he had a contact who was going to hide
 
 him.”
 
 Billy. It had to be.
 
 “The Ripper didn’t show, and then Kahanov made me wait while he
 
 actually sneaked into the Hall of Inquiry. Can you imagine? You get out of
 
 jail, and the first thing you do is go by the police station. The Order Archives,
 
 technically, which is even harder to get into, although apparently, the place
 
 had just flooded. It was insane. He was a total lunatic.”
 
 “How so?” The first part we’d already pieced together. However, her