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Forty minutes later, Ivy circled back through the sewers. She found Janice sitting on a crate, pendant still around her neck, shadows milling confusedly ten feet away like dogs who’d lost a scent.

“I don’t like this one,” Janice whispered, adjusting her earring—which was actually a micro-recorder. Her gown was silver, her hair a cascade of dark waves. She looked like a forgotten silent film star. ivy wolfe janice griffith

“I’ll meet you at the rendezvous. Go.” Forty minutes later, Ivy circled back through the sewers

They ran. Through the ballroom, past frozen guests whose masks now seemed less like fashion and more like terror. Janice grabbed Ivy’s wrist, and together they slid down a laundry chute into the service tunnels. Forty minutes later