“Way too nosey. At first they were real interested in Marcus’s job. Asked a couple questions about him,” Lorenzo said, pointing his chin toward Andreas. “But Marcus blew that off.”
“They talked weird,” Reno added.
Reno grinned. “He means they had an accent. Said they were from Toronto, wherever that is.”
Yes, Ari thought. There’s the tie in.
“Can you describe them?”
“Sure.”
It turned out not to be as easy as she hoped. Three or four. One tall, some not so tall. No women.
“And one dude was pretty old,” Reno said.
That could mean anyone over twenty, Ari figured. She gave up on the descriptions.
“What makes you think the wolves had something to do with Marcus’s disappearance?”
The boys exchanged looks again, and Reno took the lead. “They followed him. He left just before us, and they followed him right out the door.”
“I thought they called his name.” Lorenzo shrugged. “Not sure about that.”
“And that’s the last time you saw him?”
“Yep.” Two nods of the head.
“Earlier in the evening, did the wolves and Marcus talk about anything in particular? Besides his job?”
“Girls, sports. Asked Marcus lots of private stuff, like they were big buds. And they bragged about their partying the night before. Full moon and all.”
Well, now. She hadn’t realized that was the night Marcus disappeared. Right after she and Steffan had talked with Molyneux. Maybe she’d said something that forced the wolf to resort to kidnapping. Or it was already planned. But why? Drug dealing didn’t normally involve kidnapping, did it?
“Are you gonna find him? And Gordon?” Lorenzo’s questions brought her back to the conversation.
“I can’t promise anything. But you’ve helped a lot.”
The boys grinned and shuffled their feet again. They made Ari feel old.
The nest leader never came back. Andreas spoke privately with the young vamps before they retreated into the tunnels. Ari didn’t hear what he said, but both kids were still grinning when he finished.
On the return trip to town, Andreas and Ari didn’t talk much until they were back on the city streets, away from the caves and prying eyes. Maybe it was the euphoria of having a direction for their energies, but they seemed pleased with each other’s efforts that evening.
“Nice job with the leader. I wanted to pop him,” Ari said. “That probably wouldn’t have gone over too well.”
Andreas quirked his lips. “No, but the nestlings responded to you. Helped by a mind game or two.” He cocked his head and gave her a shrewd look.
“A little projection,” she admitted. “To establish trust. It wasn’t like I told them what to say or think. What did you tell them before we left?”
“Mostly reminded them not to talk about this with anyone except the nest leader.” He swung his head to look at her. “Where do we find the pack? Marcus and Gordon have been in their hands too long. I am anxious for their welfare.”
“It’s an old house in the human residential district. I know what you’re thinking, but we can’t go barging in there tonight. I’ve got to bring Lt. Foster in on this. If we’re going to start a bloodbath in human territory, it needs to be legally sanctioned.” She shook her head when it looked like he might protest. “We have to wait. I won’t endanger the human community without Ryan involved. And that’ll take time.”
Andreas sighed in exasperation. “I know you are right, but I still don’t like it.”
“I don’t either,” she confessed. “I’ll talk to Ryan in the morning. We’ll arrange something for tomorrow afternoon when you’re available. Agreed?”
She felt his reluctance, understood the inner struggle. He was used to being in charge and waiting for nobody.
“Tomorrow,” he finally confirmed.
Chapter Eighteen
The Riverdale Police Department annex, where Ryan and his unit were housed, was a four-story, square, red brick building, built in the early 1900s, and frequently upgraded over the years. Once the seat of all police activity, the building had been superseded twelve years ago by a modern structure in downtown Riverdale. The annex still held a full contingency of offices and officers, and handled all crime in Olde Town and the west side of Riverdale proper.
Ari bounded up the steps to the front entrance with its massive double doors that opened onto the second floor. Information and Dispatch were just inside. Elevators would take you down to the first floor temporary jail and the police carport or up to the offices and conference rooms on the top two floors. Ryan’s office was on the third floor. Ari swung into a side hall and took the stairs.
As she had suspected, Ryan and his unit were working Saturday morning. Her partner sat behind his desk in an old swivel chair. As long as Ari had known him, the chair had listed to the left, but Ryan refused to replace it, claiming it fit his butt just fine. A late-twenties officer in street uniform perched on the edge of Ryan’s desk. The two men looked up when she poked her head in the door, and the uniformed officer stood.
“Am I interrupting?”
“No, not at all.” Ryan waved her in. “Just admiring a picture of Tom’s new baby boy. I don’t think you two have met. Tom’s new to the unit, transferred from patrol.”
As soon as the happy father left, Ari sank into a chair and brought Ryan up to date on the call from Rita. She was deciding how to get into the rest of it when the door opened and Ryan’s secretary brought in two cups of coffee. Temporary reprieve. Contrary to most police departments, RDPD had decent coffee, thanks to the ladies of the clerical staff who guarded the pot.
Ari had rehearsed the coming conversation in her head, but now it felt all wrong. She sipped her coffee and worked on a quick rewrite.
Ryan leaned forward to rest his hands on the desk. “Out with it, Ari. Something’s on your mind, and I’d guess I’m not going to like it.”
She nearly spilled her coffee, set it down.
Ryan grinned at her reaction. “You look like you expect to be sent to the principal’s office.”
“That obvious, huh?” Ari hid a flash of annoyance. Maybe she’d have to work on this inscrutable face thing. There was no easy way, so she just told him. “You know I talked with Rita, and that I’ve tried everything to confirm her story. Well, I finally gave up and called Andreas. You remember, the vampire you met at the Second Chance. I went to see him Thursday night.”
“And? You’re still in one piece, so I assume it stayed peaceful.”
“Of course. And I asked Andreas to help us.”
“Thought you’d already done that. And he didn’t seem too eager after the bar fight. Did he agree to find the witnesses for you?”
“Sort of. I asked him to work on the case with me. With us. Like another partner.” Ryan’s brows shot up, but he didn’t say anything, so she continued. “And I asked him to take me to Gordon’s nest.” She sipped from her coffee cup, peering at him over the rim, and waited for a reaction.
Ryan’s body stilled, his face settled into a frown. “And what did he say?”
“He laughed at me.”
Ryan relaxed and leaned back, a slight smile on his face.
Knowing she’d misled him, Ari plowed ahead. “But I didn’t give up, and eventually he changed his mind. Said he’d take me.”
“What?” Ryan exploded out of his chair. He shoved both hands through his blond curls, creating a disordered mass, and began to stride back and forth across the room. “Good God, Ari. You must be crazy! You can’t trust a vampire. And you can’t go into some vampire nest with him.”
“I already did.”
Ryan stopped, his feet glued to the floor, and stared at Ari as if she had turned into a two-headed frog.
“And I’m fine. Andreas went with me. We got what we needed and were back home in a couple of hours.”
If Ari had expected their success would make him happier, he quickly burst that bubble. His face paled, then flushed in sudden heat.
“Of all the lame-brained, idiotic things anyone could do! I know you have this big-time, supernatural stuff going for you, but even you can’t fight off a nest of vampires. How could you trust that…that creature?” He resumed his angry steps.
Ari didn’t want this to end in a big fight, so she decided to keep quiet until he simmered down. That turned out to be a good decision. One of few, according to him.
“You could be dead,” he ranted. “And I wouldn’t even know it. You’d just be missing. Since you didn’t bother to tell me, I wouldn’t have a clue what happened—or where to look. Did you tell anyone?”
When Ari shook her head, he rolled his eyes. After another minute or two of verbal venting, Ryan dropped into his chair, still shaking his head back and forth. “Why? Just tell me why?”
“Because I couldn’t do my job without him.” Ari leaned forward, eager to make him understand. “He has access to places we can’t go, places I can’t even find.”
“Maybe so. But no single case is that important.” His jaw set in a stubborn line.
“I don’t believe that, and neither do you. You put your life on the line every single day.” Ari gathered her thoughts. “I pledged to protect every member of the magic community, not just those I like. Or think are worth it. I never forget that oath. Just like your responsibility to protect the humans, even the bad guys sometimes.”
“I understand duty.” Ryan spoke with resignation. “But I don’t understand how you could trust him.”
“What was my choice? There wasn’t one. My brain hasn’t gone soft, Ryan. I know what he is, but so far he’s kept his word.”
“Lucky for you. I hope you don’t expect me to trust him.” His tone was acerbic.
