[Southern Arcana 3.0] Deadlock (7 page)

“Leaving her house maybe? Jackson’s got the address.”

His partner held up a small square of paper. “Uptown. You coming with me?”

“Yeah. But someone needs to stay—”

Kat made an annoyed noise. “If you say
with Kat
, I’m going to taser your balls.”

The stun gun sitting next to her made it no idle threat, even if it wasn’t an accurate one. Worry for Carmen made him choke back his knee-jerk reminder that Kat didn’t own a taser. “Fine, lock the door behind us, at least.”

Jackson held the door, his usual easy grin conspicuously absent. “How loose do you think old Cesar’s definition of the word suitor is?”

“The usual.” Which should be enough to impress upon Jackson how dangerous their situation might be. “Kidnapping a mate isn’t standard operating procedure, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.”

“How in demand would a woman like Carmen Mendoza be?”

“Hard to say.” Which was a lie. Plenty of wolves would be willing to marry a halfbreed to get a chance at the Mendoza fortune—or a little influence with a council member—but Cesar hadn’t spent decades building the mystique of his psychic niece and nephews just to throw it away on a nobody.

“Maybe something came up and she’s just busy at home.”

It took a few seconds for Alec to figure out why that felt wrong, to put words to what instinct had already decided. “She didn’t seem thoughtless. If you were an empath, would you stand Kat up right now?”

“No, I wouldn’t,” Jackson admitted as he unlocked the car, “but I’m working up to the worst-case scenario.”

“This is shapeshifter politics, Holt. Start at the worst-case scenario, and you’ll already be pretty damn close.”
Unless it gets worse.

It got worse.

Alec crouched on the tiny scrap of grass across the street from Carmen’s house and picked up a cell phone with a cracked casing. “Has her scent on it.”

“Skid marks on the street.” Jackson bent and retrieved a set of keys from beneath the front bumper of a late-model navy-blue Camry. A key ring jingled, and he held it up. “Kappa Kappa Gamma. Think our girl’s the sorority type?”

He didn’t have a clue. “Do they go with the Camry?”

When Jackson depressed a button on the black key fob, the car’s locks disengaged. “Yeah, worst-case scenario.”

Tension twisted into anger, and Alec fought a brief, dirty battle with his instincts to keep from stalking to his truck. Cesar Mendoza wasn’t stupid enough to haul a kidnapping victim into the front lobby of Harrah’s, and they didn’t even know if it
had
been Cesar. Alec straightened and held up the phone. “Between this and the keys, think you have enough to track her?”

“Yeah. I learned a new one. Won’t take a minute.” He didn’t bother with the phone, just walked to the passenger side of the truck and opened the door. He unfolded a map of the city on the seat and clutched the keys in one hand. “Just need to concentrate…”

As Alec watched, Jackson’s hand began to shake and glow slightly. Another hint of light swirled over the paper, growing tighter and brighter until it condensed on a single spot on the map.

The phone in Alec’s hand started to ring.

He flipped open the phone and saw the name
Julio Mendoza
flash across the screen. Shit. “You found where she is?”

Jackson shook his head. “Somewhere in Algiers, near the ferry. I’ve got to keep trying to pin it down.”

“Get in the truck.” He started toward the driver’s side as he hit the talk button on Carmen’s phone. “Julio Mendoza?”

Silence greeted him, and then a voice growled, “Who the fuck is this, and where’s my sister?”

“Alec Jacobson, and that’s what I’m trying to find out. You know anything about why your father and uncle are in town?”

“In New Orleans?”

“Yeah.” Alec climbed into his truck and shoved the keys into the ignition hard enough to make the dashboard tremble, a clear sign his temper was starting to slip. “I don’t know how fast you can get here, and I might just be riling you up for nothing, but I’m pretty damn sure someone snatched her off the side of the street.”

Julio swore. “I’m already on my way to the airport. She left me a message, said there was something going on and she was worried. Then I heard a scuffle, and the call cut out.”

Dread fisted in Alec’s gut as he pulled away from the curb. “Did she say why she was worried?”

“She didn’t get to that part.” A car door slammed. “Look, if you’re asking about my dad and uncle, then you’re not a cop. I know that much. But who
are
you?”

It was oddly refreshing to talk to someone who didn’t have a clue who he was. “I’m the unofficial alpha of New Orleans.”

“Okay. Okay.” Julio seemed to be talking to himself. “I have to connect in Charlotte, but I should be down there by five. If you don’t find her before then, I can take over.”

Alec cut a glance at Jackson, who was still concentrating on the glowing map in his lap. “We’ll have her back safe by five, kid. You need to be here for whatever comes next, since I’d wager you’re the only one your uncle gives two shits about pissing off.”

“Yeah, I get it.” He swallowed. “If anything happens…”

The steering wheel creaked under Alec’s hand. “Nothing’s going to happen.”

Julio didn’t argue. “I’ll call when I land. If you find Carmen, tell her I’m on my way.”

“Got it.” Alec ended the call and pressed his foot a little more firmly against the accelerator. “Her brother’s already on his way to the airport. She got snatched leaving him a message. I just need to figure out how to make this phone pull up the incoming calls…”

No more than a few city blocks now glowed on the map, and Jackson blinked and shook his head. “Give it to me.” He thumbed the buttons quickly, scanning the phone’s small screen. “Lily, Lily, Miguel, Julio… The last one’s just after noon. Diego Mendoza.”

Alec thought his blood couldn’t chill any further. “Her father. Fuck.”

“It could be unrelated,” Jackson reminded him. “Plenty of reasons her father would call while he was in town.”

“Can you find out how long she waited between that call and calling her brother?”

He skipped to another screen. “She called Kat, received the call from her father and then called her brother, all in the span of a few minutes.”

“Mendoza said she called him because she was worried. Either her father said something that reminded her, or he said something that scared her. Otherwise why would she have wasted time calling Kat first?”

“She also could have noticed something fishy on the street during the call.” Jackson laid the cell phone on the console. “I know you’re predisposed to suspect her family of being involved, Alec, but don’t let it blind you. Remember there are other possibilities.”

Jackson was right, and Alec hated it. Cool detachment wasn’t usually a problem, but they didn’t usually work cases with guilt riding him, either. Not since their first, when Jackson had used magic and logic to help him track down the men responsible for Heidi’s death.

Christ, the comparison scared him.

At the speed he was driving, he couldn’t chance a look at the map. “You pinpointed a location yet?”

“Within a few blocks. Can you handle the rest?”

Unless they’d let Carmen out long enough for her scent to linger, it would mean searching block by block. “We could call Andrew. He wants blood today, and this could give him a fight, at least. Is it secluded enough for me to shift without attracting notice?”

Jackson made a skeptical noise. “Better if you didn’t, on both counts. This is a residential area.”

Which was going to make possible witnesses a real danger. “So if this turns violent, we could have witnesses calling the cops down on us?”

“Better give McNeely the heads-up, just in case. He’d want to know anyway.”

Alec’s own phone was still clipped to his belt, and McNeely’s number was—through sad necessity—on speed dial. The wolf answered on the second ring, and Alec didn’t waste words. “Me’n Jackson might be about to cause a stink over in Algiers.”

“Shit, Jacobson.” He slurred the words, and Alec could picture the burly man chewing on a toothpick or a pen, anything to distract himself from his nicotine addiction. “It’s been so damn quiet lately. What you stirring up?”

“Not me, McNeely. Southeast council’s come to town and one of Sinclaire’s doctors has gone missing. We’re tracking her now.”

“Yeah, I got a guy over in the Fourth. You want some backup, or some room to breathe?”

“Room to breathe. No clue what we’re walking into, but it’s safe to assume a whole mess of pissed-off shapeshifters.”

“I’ll send word, but he won’t be able to hold them off if all hell breaks loose. Keep it quiet and, for Christ’s sake, keep it contained.”

“Got it. If it gets bad, I’ll try to warn you.”

Jackson grabbed the phone. “McNeely, tell your contact we’ll be starting our search on Lavergne, near the river.” He flipped the phone closed and folded the map, careful not to disturb the swirl of magic that dotted it. “If you were going to snatch someone, what? Large car, SUV? Van? Should narrow it down.”

Deadpan sarcasm was the only thing holding panic at bay. “Derek’s truck worked surprisingly well last time I kidnapped somebody.”

“Hey.” Jackson waited until he glanced over. “We’re going to find this lady, okay? No sweat. It’s what we do.”

Because it was Jackson, and Alec trusted him, he gave voice to the nagging fear inside him. “I shouldn’t have poked at Cesar. I knew better.”

His partner snorted. “You didn’t
do
anything, Alec. Unless you think you should have agreed to marry her to keep her family from forcing the issue with someone else, I don’t get how you could possibly blame this on yourself.”

“This is my town.”

“And you’re taking care of it.”

“Things are gonna get worse, Holt. The Southeast council can only stay deadlocked for so long. Eventually one of them’ll get an advantage, and who knows if they’ll be as willing to leave us in peace as Coleman was.”

“Why haven’t they gotten off their asses and picked someone already?”

“What Derek did when he beat Coleman was unheard of. By our law, Derek could have taken possession of everything Coleman owned. Accounts, investments, property. That’s what happens when you lose a challenge. The Southeast council is too evenly matched. No one wants to be the first one to move and risk losing a battle—or being weakened enough that someone else can challenge them right after they win.”

Jackson studied the road ahead of them with a grimace. “What are you going to do if this eventual council leader causes problems for New Orleans?”

Same thing he always did. “Figure out what his weaknesses are and find a way to use them.”

“A solid plan.” Jackson glanced at the clock in the dash as Alec turned toward the expressway. “We’ve got a jump on this one. Fast response, that’s a good thing.”

It would have been more comforting if Alec hadn’t been aware of just how many things could have gone wrong in the time it had taken Kat to realize Carmen was missing.

On the second street they checked, Jackson spotted a windowless white van parked in front of a house that still had a
For Rent
sign tilted precariously in front of it. None of the houses on the block had driveways, so Alec rolled down his window and inched past the vehicle, all of his concentration on trying to pick up any lingering scents.

If Carmen had been in the van he couldn’t tell, not without getting inside the damn thing, but the exterior carried the scent of unfamiliar wolves too strongly to be coincidence. “This is it.”

“Yeah, it is.” There was a tangible heat wafting off the map now, and Jackson whispered a few words that dissolved the magic entirely. “Want me to create a distraction?”

“Can you feel anything off about the house? Magically speaking?”

“No, nothing. I—” He paused, his eyes narrowing. “Shit, it’s shielded. There’s a barrier, something meant to block magic.”

Alec pulled the truck up to the curb and threw it into park. “How strong?”

“Big time. Serious magic.”

“Fuck. Chances of sneaking in?”

“Slim to nonexistent. It’s bizarre, though.”

Alec paused with his hand curled around the door handle. “Bizarre how?”

Jackson hesitated. “The shield didn’t stop us from finding her, so it’s—it’s almost as if it’s not meant to keep magic out. More like…it’s meant to keep it in. Like they’re doing something in there they need to hide.”

The handle of his door, which had withstood years of abuse, bent under his fingers. “I need to get in there.
Now
. What sort of magical protection can you give me?”

“Make you quicker, harder to hit. The usual.” Jackson opened his door as well. “Let’s go, and any casters in there, you leave to me.”

The house was situated in a quiet neighborhood, one where any sort of loud, protracted fight would be sure to garner police response. They’d have to hit fast and hard, and keep the carnage to a minimum. If things escalated beyond that, it would be ugly—or one more favor Alec owed McNeely.

His partner slowed as he approached the side of the house and held out one hand, as if testing the air. “Here. Past this point, there’s no hiding us.” He closed his eyes and whispered. Alec couldn’t understand the words, but he recognized them.

With the last syllable, power coursed through him, smashing into the magic that made him a shapeshifter. For one tense moment energy buzzed through him, raising the hair on the back of his neck. It settled with a snap, flooding his limbs with lazy strength. The duration of the spell always varied, but the results were the same. As a shapeshifter, he was fast. Enhanced by magic, he was untouchable.

Now all they had to do was get in. “Around back?”

Jackson nodded and hurried through the invisible barrier toward the back door.

It slammed open to reveal two large men in quiet discussion. One shouted a warning and swung at Jackson, while the other lunged for Alec.

With magic curled around him, the rest of the world moved in slow motion. He pivoted before the meaty fist could connect with his jaw and used the shifter’s own momentum to help him through the still-open door.