"Well, I hate to ask it," Pam cooed as she shifted her weight between her designer, Chicago-bouth heels. "But can you try to find Eric? His phone is off. Either no one knows or no one is telling me where this Harry Dresden lives and he isn't answering his office phone. If Sookie calls me one more time..."
Her voice trailed off and her usual irritated tone went with it. "Something has happened. Sookie felt it. I need to know if he's all right."
Midnight sauntered out from the bar. He took the stairway down from the roof instead of the fire escape he took up. He puffed on his cigar as he walked out onto the porch.