The cell number was circled in the bright pink sparkly pen that she had been using at her desk. I shook my head again at the ways the FIB had changed. Rose would never have used a sparkly pink pen.

It was a moment later before it occurred to me to flip the card over. It read "Call me" in loopy letters. I frowned and then flipped it back over as if the front would provide a further explanation. She was either hitting on me, not an impossibility, or she wanted to tell me something that she didn't want her colleagues in the FIB to overhear. Either possibility was full of complications, even if she just wanted to talk about what it was like to be a witch in human law enforcement.

*snicker* Oh, Rachel. Even after all those years she is still slightly oblivious. I liked how it took her a minute to figure out that she was hitting on her.

Okay, so maybe the Southern accent was a bit much.

This made me giggle.

I loved Ivy in the crowd, but I wish Rachel had talked to her. And I am enjoying the subtle layers on Glenn's character.

btw... is it just me, or does Trent remind you of Artemis Fowl a bit? (you may have no idea what I’m talking about if you’ve not read Eoin Colfer)

Great job! Can’t wait for part eight!