Cathy's smile was ironic. "Not Harry Potter, no," she replied evasively, unable to find anything in reply that wouldn't make her sound completely certifiable. A vampire slayer and a witch, yes. Harry Potter, no.
She withdrew her hand quickly, made contrite by Clary's reaction. Her heart twisted for the girl, but even more, she was filled with anger. "Who?" she questioned. "A boyfriend? Family member?"
Short of kidnapping the teen, it was clear to see that she wouldn't be getting anywhere. Not right now. Cathy took a step back, reaching into her mailbag to locate her wallet and a pen.
"Here," she said softly, scribbling her cell phone number on the back of her business card. "You change or mind, or if you need anything at all, you call me, okay? I don't care what time it is."