She shifted from one foot to the other, tired of waiting already. She almost decided to explore on her own when she felt Andreas return.
He held out a white bandanna. “You must wear this. Only vampires are allowed to see the paths beyond this point. Our friends are very nervous about this.”
“It’s fine,” she said. It wasn’t fine, but she knew her objections wouldn’t change things and might be viewed as a sign of weakness. She didn’t want to say anything that could be overheard by the wrong ears.
Andreas must have had similar concerns. He placed a finger against her lips. After tying the blindfold securely, he grabbed her hand, wrapping it with his long fingers. Ari braced for a flood of awareness at the physical contact, but it didn’t happen. Andreas was blocking her out. He tugged on her hand, and she crept forward.
It was a long four or five minutes before they stopped. Ari tensed as her skin prickled with the Otherworld energy of other vampires. She battled an urge to rip off the blindfold when she heard movement around her. Andreas spoke softly with someone then took her elbow, and they moved forward.
“Watch your step,” he cautioned. “The ground is uneven.”
The surface sloped under her feet. Harder now, broken stone at first, and then smooth. A cool dampness coated her skin. The breeze was gone, the air stale. Ari suspected they’d entered a cave. The cliffs were riddled with hidden fissures. They navigated a series of turns, more voices, then Andreas pulled the blindfold away.
Ari blinked in the sudden light. Two hanging lanterns revealed a rocky passage with protruding surfaces, moist walls, and six unknown vampires.
Three vamps stood before them, three behind. A male vamp in casual blue jeans and a muscle shirt, transformed in his late thirties, looked Ari over. He didn’t look friendly. Two female vamps, skimpily attired, one in red, the other in black, flanked him on either side. Neither woman looked at her or spoke. Maybe they were only eye candy.
The guy in jeans spoke to Andreas. “Why are you here? And with this female?”
“You appear to have misplaced your hospitality, my friend.” Andreas’s voice was cool but without censure. “Perhaps it will return if I introduce the Guardian, Arianna Calin.”
“Her status doesn’t explain the intrusion. Why are you here without an invitation?” The other vamp wasn’t backing down.
Andreas ignored the challenging tone. “A vampire of yours is missing. A young man named Gordon.”
The nest leader’s jaw tightened. “What do you know of this? Is he being held by the court?”
Well, this wasn’t off to a good start, Ari thought.
“Absolutely not.” Andreas appeared unruffled. “A young employee of mine is also missing. I hope to locate both of them after talking with your nest members.”
The other vampire snorted. “If we knew where he was, we’d have retrieved him. What information do you think we have?”
“I will know that when I’ve spoken with them. Two of your young men are acquainted with my missing friend. I will share everything with you once I have the facts.”
The leader frowned and digested this. Clearly Andreas held some position that made the other vamp reluctant to disregard him. “Who do you want to talk to?”
Now that was a good question. Knowing Andreas didn’t have the names, Ari waited to see how he would field this one.
“Young friends of Marcus, my missing vampire. They were with him the night he disappeared.”
“These two have names?”
A little sarcasm always helps. Ari wondered when Andreas would lose patience. He never showed this restraint with her.
“I presume they do,” he said pleasantly. “But I don’t know them.”
The two vampires stared at one another, then the nest leader blinked. “Find them,” he ordered the female in red. She left without saying a word.
After tense minutes in which the leader and Andreas exchanged desultory comments on an upcoming vampire meeting and the rest of the group eyed them in silence, the female vamp returned, bringing two young men. The newcomers’ body language telegraphed their desire to be somewhere else, anywhere else. They kept their heads down and shuffled their feet.
“Reno and Lorenzo,” the woman announced and fell back into silence.
“You are friends of Marcus?” Andreas asked.
The boys glanced at each other and nodded, shuffled some more.
Ari nudged Andreas. “We need to talk with them alone.”
“No,” the leader replied, glowering at her.
She started to protest, but Andreas spoke first. “My friend, I understand your reluctance. We live in tense days. But you know me, and I give you my word, this will bring no injury to your nest. We wish only to find the missing men. We’ll finish our business and leave more rapidly if you allow some privacy.”
Scowling, the leader thought it over. In the end, he sent the guards back to the entrance and took the two women with him when he left. His parting shot, “You have ten minutes. Even you, Andreas, can’t expect more.”
Even you? Indicating he had some special privilege. She’d already figured that, but it was something more for her to think about at a later time.
Andreas spoke in her ear. “Your turn. Be quick.”
He stepped away, leaning against a wooden brace at the turn of the passage. Ari knew he could still hear every word. The young vamps would know it too, if they thought about it. But his actions gave them their own space and the illusion of privacy.
Ari studied the boys, teenagers. Nestlings really, transformed within the last year. Awkward and lanky, never to outgrow those uncertain years. She shrugged off a touch of sadness. “Which of you is Lorenzo?” The skinny kid with his dark brown hair cut in a butch waved a hand. “Then you must be Reno,” she said to the other.
Reno nodded, his eyes peeking out from a chocolate brown face.
She smiled to put them at ease. “Look, you’re not in trouble. We’re trying to find Marcus and Gordon, and we need your help. I was told you were with Marcus the night he disappeared. Is that true?”
“Earlier,” Lorenzo admitted. “Didn’t see anything happen to him. Honest.”
“That’s fine. Just tell me what you can.”
The boys looked at one another, clearly intimidated with the situation. Lorenzo shifted his feet and stared at the ground. Reno stood stiff as a board.
“Lorenzo, look at me.” Ari made it a gentle command. He was used to obeying orders. She added a little magical projection of empathy, and he slowly relaxed enough to give her a shy smile. “You could save your friend.”
“We weren’t supposed to be there,” he blurted. “Not in a bar. It’s not allowed for the first year.”
“I don’t care about that. Nobody’s going to care if we save Marcus.” She hoped that was true, that Andreas could protect these kids from any punishment for breaking the rules. “Why don’t you tell me which bar, and we’ll go from there?”
“The Bloody Stake,” Lorenzo mumbled with a furtive glance at Andreas. “Just that one night.” Once the admission was made, the rest of the story came pouring out, with Reno adding details Lorenzo missed.
The three young friends had spent the night drinking and playing pool. At some point a group of wolves joined them and showed particular interest in Marcus once he mentioned working at Club Dintero.
“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.