“Wait,” I said, not sure what he was saying. “It was for a specific djinn or just any djinn.” Murphy gave a dramatic sigh. “Look, Aegis, if you’re not going to listen to what I’m saying, I have better things to do. It’s for trapping djinn. Not a djinn. Multiple djinn.” My pulse quickened. “You can put more than one in the same receptacle together?” “Only if it’s a specially sanctified container.” “Which you acquired and sold to him.” The accusation in my voice was not lost on him. “You may have shut me down in Sausalito, Aegis, but I still have a business to run here in Sacramento.” His voice was cold. “Don’t go passing judgment on me. You have no authority.” I pinched the bridge of my nose between my fingers and tried to sound calm. These little bottom feeders had been a problem on more than one occasion.
