This time, the golem laughed so hard he sprayed out another swig of booze. “Call her that when I’m around to hear it. I’ll pay you five bucks.”
I wiped off my cheek. “But she made you?”
He fired a finger gun at me. “Her own little minion.”
I made it to the sofa on rubbery legs, unsure of what to freak out over first, the half-naked clay man, or that Jude was an Ohrist. Was anything in my life what I’d thought it was? “What do you do for her?”
He patted down his pompadour. “Get answers.”
“More specifically?”
He tied his bathrobe closed. “Client confidentiality. You want to know more, ask her.”
“If I could ask her, I wouldn’t need you to find her.”
“It’s a conundrum.”
“She could be in trouble,” I ground out.
“She knows the risks.”
“The risks of what?” I dug my fingers into the cushion.
Emmett took another belt of booze.
Awesome. The one magical entity I’d found who wasn’t trying to actively kill me was an unhelpful numbskull. “You’re a dick.”
“Yup,” he replied cheerfully. “That’s why the ladies love me.” He held up the bottle in a mocking salute.
“Mazel tov,” I said, sarcastically. This was a dead end. I headed for the front door, intending to go back to my car and come up with a new plan.
“No tov. Just mazel.”
I spun around at Emmett’s dreamy tone and gasped. The entirety of his eyes had been replaced by cosmic swirls and starlight.
My shoulder blades prickled and I reached for my magic, braced to animate Delilah. “Mazel?”
“There is a ripple. The mazel changed, the first domino played.”
“Mazel? As in luck? Is this relevant to what’s happened to Jude?”
“It’s relevant to everyone.” An asteroid streaked across one eye.
I crossed my arms. If you were going to make some big pronouncement accompanied by a supernatural light show, have the courtesy to be specific. Seriously. Of all the cryptic bullshit… “I’ll bite. What’s this domino?”
Stars winked into existence in his eyes, growing and bursting into supernovas in seconds, until like a roulette wheel slowing, the starbursts stopped.
“You,” he said.