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Gutter pointed a gnarled finger at the cat in the photograph. “All Cat don’t like humans. But it loves three things: raw shrimp, a lullaby sung in a minor key, and the scent of a person who’s truly alone. You got any of those?”

Mars had all three.

Mars had inherited the search from her grandmother, Celestine, who had once been Lily’s dresser. “Lily didn’t disappear, chère,” Celestine used to whisper, tapping a cigarette ash into a conch shell. “She went looking for Rion. And Rion went looking for the high note that All Cat guards under the Pontchartrain.” Searching for- lily labeau rion king in-All Cat...

Now Celestine was gone, and Mars was the only believer left. Gutter pointed a gnarled finger at the cat in the photograph

“For what?” Mars asked.