The club was in full swing when David parked in the lot, and it reminded him that he couldn’t just send the entire pack out to search for Stephen. Life went on despite the disasters sent his way. Stephen wouldn’t appreciate it if he closed down the club. Still, the Blood Drinkers had the numbers to do both. He glanced at Ronnie as they marched across the lot side by side. He would leave Ronnie in charge of the club. He wouldn’t leave it unprotected. The Alley Dogs had been quiet recently, but they might think of Stephen’s absence as an opportunity to make trouble. The other city packs were sniffing around the borders as everyone had warned him would happen, but they were a lesser concern compared to the huge danger the Alley Dogs represented.
They found Edward in his office standing with Lawrence watching the news on the vid. The big screen had Channel 5 on and the reporter was speculating upon what had happened. The pictures were very clear, provided by hover cams buzzing overhead, recording the police and forensic teams investigating the scene and collecting bodies.
“That’s right, Dave,” the reporter doing the voice-over said cheerfully. “The police have now confirmed that billion dollar industrialist William P. Stirling died along with eighteen others in his home around 10:15pm this evening when it came under attack. Rumours are spreading that the Anti-Monster League has claimed responsibility for the atrocity already, but the police have so far failed to confirm or deny the story. Instead, they stated in their initial bulletin that their investigations have barely begun, and that they will inform the public at the appropriate time.”
A small inset window opened showing the news anchor sitting behind his desk in the studio. “That’s interesting, Liz. Do we know why AML would be interested in Mister Stirling? He was human, wasn’t he?”
“That’s right, Dave, but as we all know AML doesn’t always limit itself to non-humans. They’re well known for their indiscriminate use of violence often leading to collateral damage.”
“You think Mister Stirling was collateral damage? If so, who was their target?”
Staged question much? David shook his head in disgust as he joined Edward.
“No one knows for sure, but rumours about Marie Stirling and her recent adventures in LA might explain AML’s interest. She is known to frequent a particularly fashionable and popular monster club called Lost Souls in the Waterfront District. According to my sources, Miss Stirling invited the owner, a well-known vampire, to visit her at home this evening.”
“Oh bugger me,” Edward said in disgust. “That’s torn it.”
David nodded. “Check in with security front and back. Right now, Lawrence. The reporters will be all over this, and us.”
Lawrence hurried out.
“Who do you think is her source?” Ronnie asked, but Edward shook his head.
“It could be anyone,” David said. “Thrill seekers watch us all pretty close, and Stephen has a lot of fans.”
Ronnie snorted.
It was true though. Stephen was well known in Monster Central as the owner of Lost Souls, and the club was very popular. Unless he took particular steps to maintain secrecy for a special reason or occasion—such as visiting George AFB for conclave—everything he did was under scrutiny and remarked upon by someone. Marie’s visits had obviously been noticed. No doubt some poor sap was a few dollars richer for revealing them.
Edward turned off the screen.
“What do we know?” David asked.
“Nothing,” Edward said and threw the remote underhanded to land on the couch. “I felt him disappear, but there was no warning.”
“You felt the bond break?”
“Of course not!” Edward snapped and rubbed his forehead. “The bond didn’t snap. If it had I would be dead, and Stephen’s death is the only force I know that could break it. He’s alive but hidden from me.”
“Magic?” Ronnie said.
“It must be some kind of spell. Necromancy possibly, or something else. A ward? I have no bloody notion what could do this. I didn’t know this was possible! I don’t... I feel... empty. It has been so long since I’ve been alone in my head. It feels wrong.”
David could sympathise. If Mist were suddenly taken from him, he was sure he would feel something similar despite their bond being so new. How must it feel to lose a centuries old bond? Not comfortable he was certain.
“Did you ask Rachelle’s witch about it? What does Gavin say?”
“Rachelle tells me she will look into it. Gavin has sent his people onto the streets. Angel has contacts she can tap. If there are any useful rumours she’ll hear them.”
“I was thinking we should add to Rachelle’s and Gavin’s security. AML are two for two. There’s no telling whether they’ll try for the full set. They could do that at almost any time.”
Edward frowned. “We don’t have the resources to search for Stephen and protect all three Houses. Stephen must be our priority.”
“I agree,” Ronnie said.
He frowned but let it go. “About that. I think I’ll visit our cop and take her with me to talk with Hoberman. She can make herself useful by flashing her badge in his face.”
Edward looked hopeful suddenly. “You think he might know something?”
“I was telling Ronnie earlier that when Hoberman tried to recruit me he was escorted by AML bodyguards, and not long after that I was attacked by AML. He’s either one of them himself or he’s working with them. He might have heard something that will help. A badge might make that easier.”
Edward nodded eagerly. “Try.”
“I’ll come along,” Ronnie began but scowled as David shook his head. “Why not?”
“I need you here. With Stephen out of the way, the club is vulnerable. I don’t need a fight with another pack right now, especially not with reporters on our doorstep ready to record it all, but that doesn’t mean we let them just walk over us either. One of us has to stay, and Hoberman doesn’t know you.”
“And what will Lawrence be doing while I protect the homestead?”
He winced at the scorn dripping from her words. “Coordinating a search. I want half the pack here with you and ready for trouble. The rest in groups sniffing around the city for information. I’ll check out Marie’s house after my visit with Hoberman. Maybe the cops will have packed up and moved on by then.”
Ronnie wasn’t happy but Edward liked it and that was enough.
David left them in the office and hurried back to the parking lot and the SUV. He wanted to leave before the reporters entrenched themselves and made things trickier. He reached the car before the reporters arrived but only just in time. He sat behind the wheel and watched the vans pull up and the reporters begin setting up. He shook his head as they tried to enter the club despite security on the doors. Darrin’s eyes ignited and that was enough to back them up and down the steps. It was a good trick that he used himself when on the doors. It was enough to remind the humans what they were dealing with without getting physical. Martina’s eyes ignited a few moments later. She swept them contemptuously over the milling crowd below her like some kind of demonic lighthouse. He laughed at the thought and dug in his pocket for his link.
He watched the show while waiting for Angel to pick up. Darrin must have called for reinforcements because two more of the pack came out to back him up. That allowed him to concentrate on his real job of vetting the guests and allowing them in or turning them away.
“Yeah?”
David turned his attention to his own business. “Angel, its David.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you have our cop’s address?”
There was a brief hesitation. “Yeah but... what do you want it for?”
“Nothing sinister. You heard what happened. I want her badge and expertise on this with me. I might have a lead. I think she can help.”
“Oh, okay. Got a pen?”
“I’ll remember it.”
“Whatever—”
He listened as Angel gave him the address and directions. “Okay th
anks, I got it. Keep an eye on Gavin.”
“Why?” Angel said, suddenly sounding suspicious. “What have you heard?”
“Nothing like that. I’m just worried that AML is two for two now and might try for all four of our vamps, that’s all.”
“If they come here they won’t be leaving, like ever!” Angel snarled.
“You’re there now?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Stay safe. Bye.” He put away his link and drove slowly out of the lot.
* * *
33 ~ Questions
Detective Humber lived on the third floor of a shabby apartment block that had little to recommend it. Maybe it was convenient for her work or something. It wasn’t that far from Central. Someone had spray painted the security droid manning the lobby doors an almost fluorescent shade of pink, and decorated it with yellow flowers. It looked quite fetching really, but it did nothing to secure the building. It was obviously busted; it had a bucket on its head.
David walked right on in.
Outside her apartment door, he pressed the buzzer and waited. The door didn’t open and she didn’t say anything, but he felt her arrive on the other side. He assumed she was checking him out using the peep camera above the door. All the apartments had them at least. Minimal security at most, but better than nothing. He eyed the lock on her door doubtfully. It was digital, but again it seemed basic. He was sure she must earn enough for better security than this. Why was she living in a low rent dump? Not his business.
“You going to open the door, de-tec-tive?” he said trying out Angel’s impudent drawl, and heard her growl a curse. He grinned. “Come on, you know you’re curious.”
“How did you get my address?” Chris said, her voice muffled by the door.
“Angel gave it to me.”
“She wouldn’t do that. Try again.”
He shrugged. “She did, so I’m not going to try again.” The door cracked open. He raised his hands when he saw the huge boomer in her fist. “Don’t shoot, I surrender, I come in peace, blah blah. Can I come in?”
She lowered her gun, but the scowl remained in place. “Smart arse aren’t you?”
“So they tell me. Do you want to do this in the hall?”
She stepped back and opened the door wider
He entered the apartment and waited for her to re-lock the door before following her into the main room. The space surprised him. She had it nicely painted in warm cheerful colours—pale yellow walls and bright white ceilings. She had chosen comfortable furnishings, not flashy, but not cheap junk either. From the outside, the entire block looked like a dump, but inside it was really rather nice, well, her apartment was anyway. He smelled fresh coffee coming from the kitchen. The vid screen was on with the sound low. She had Channel 5’s news segment on, and yes, it was still reporting on the attack upon Marie Stirling’s home.
“What do you want?”
He waved a hand at the screen. “Stephen was there. He’s missing like Michael.”
Chris’ eyes narrowed. “Why was he there?”
“He was invited to discuss the proposed acquisition of various properties in Monster Central by Techtron.”
“Ah ha,” she said, not sounding convinced. “What was the real reason?”
“Techtron’s involvement with AML.”
That surprised her. She tucked her gun in the waistband of her pants. There was a holster there at the small of her back. She led him into her little kitchen and raised the coffee jug and an eyebrow.
“Black, please,” he said and watched her pour two cups. He took a sip of his and frowned at how bitter it tasted. She couldn’t make coffee for shit. “Thanks.” He put the cup aside. “I need your help.”
“Why mine?”
“You’re a badge.”
“I’m on leave.”
“I won’t tell him if you don’t.”
She raised that very mobile eyebrow again. “Tell who?”
“An ex-colleague of mine. Doctor George Hoberman.”
“And how is he connected to this?”
“He came to my house with a pair of AML thugs not long after I was discharged from hospital and tried to recruit me. I think we both know that AML are involved with the latest abductions, and Hoberman is involved with AML. I think if anyone knows what they’re up to, he might, and more to the point, he’ll fold at the sight of your badge where a hard core fanatic won’t.”
“Point,” she said nodding. “You’re sure he knows what’s going on?”
“No, but there’s a chance. I don’t know anyone who supports AML... I don’t think I do anyway. If I do, they’ve kept very quiet about it. He’s the only one who I can point to that I’m certain has worked with them. You?”
“No one still free, no.”
He nodded. “Will you come with me to talk with him?”
“Let’s go.”
Hoberman looked ghastly. He hadn’t shaved in a few days and his skin was sallow. He was wearing wrinkled pants and a blue shirt open at the neck. No sign of his habitual tie, and he had slippers on his feet. Well why not? He was at home relaxing. Why shouldn’t he dress for comfort? No reason that David could think of, but he didn’t look comfortable. He looked stressed and very unlike the powerful man he’d known.
Hoberman looked ten years older and worried when he opened the door. Chris’ badge had been enough to get him to open it, but David had kept out of sight until that point. When Hoberman recognised him approaching, he tried to slam the door closed, but Chris had already pushed inside enough to hold it. David shoved the door the rest of the way open easily. He was very strong these days. Hoberman staggered as the door flew out of his hands to slam against the wall, and backed fearfully away.
“Evening, George,” David said cheerfully and closed the door. “May I introduce De-tec-tive Humber?”
Chris gave him a dirty look. “Nice to meet you. Call me Detective.”
“What do you want?”
“I think you know,” David said. “Don’t you?”
“I’ll ask the questions,” Chris said and addressed herself to Hoberman. “Do you?”
“No I don’t.”
“Hmmm. I’m sorry Doctor Hoberman, but I’ve been in this job a long time and I know when someone is lying to me. Please don’t do that. I don’t like wasting my time. Let’s try again. I’ll ask questions, you answer questions truthfully, and we part friends. All clear so far?”
Hoberman’s shoulders sagged and he nodded miserably. He turned away and led them into a sitting room. He collapsed onto a couch and put his face in his hands. David could feel the defeat rolling off him, and scent his fear and despair in the air. A frisson of excitement went down his spine and he shuddered at the feeling. He liked it that Hoberman feared him, and so did Mist. Of course the wolf took it only as their due. The less powerful should fear them. It was part of The Way.
Something had pushed Hoberman to the edge of emotional collapse. He tried not to gloat, but what goes around comes around as they say. This man had made his life hard when he was a junior doctor and had later tried to blackmail him. For all he knew, AML had been doing his bidding when they shot Mist that night. The wolf snarled, remembering the burning agony of silver in his guts.
David tried to put some warmth in his voice, but it was hard. “What’s happened to you, George? You don’t look well.”
Chris glared at him. He could read her expression like words. Let me handle it, she was thinking. He nodded to her and stepped figuratively back from things. He had wanted her along for her expertise. It would be foolish not to use it, but he wouldn’t leave it all to her. He would get what he needed out of Hoberman if she couldn’t.
“How did you get involved with AML, Doctor Hoberman?” Chris began smoothly. She was enquiring, not condemnatory at all, not accusing, and she certainly didn’t call him a raving idiot racist fanatic, which he manifestly was and she knew it.
Good trick that.
“Wilson came to me,” Hoberman
began. “I swear I didn’t ask for this. He came to me!”
“Wilson is?”
“Christopher Wilson; he’s Techtron’s Chief of Operations—number two in the corporation below Stirling himself. I met him at a fundraiser and we got talking about things. He mentioned the coming election and said Techtron was looking for a cause to back. I don’t know why he chose me, but he said I would make a good candidate for Mayor, especially if backed by Techtron’s resources.”
“He probably found out about your AML leanings,” David sneered and received twin glares from his audience. He shrugged them off. “Truth is truth. You can’t go around saying what you do and not expect it to be noticed. Rumours spread. It’s what happens.”
Hoberman nodded reluctantly. “I won’t apologise for it. I say what I think and I won’t be silenced simply because it isn’t polite or politically correct. Wilson was quite insistent about my campaign being something worth his attention and before I knew it, I had AML bodyguards and Techtron funding. I had high ratings in the polls and a good campaign manager and PR. I was on my way to election, I’m sure of it.”
“But?” Chris said when he failed to go on. “What changed?”
“I heard some things. I confronted Wilson and demanded to know if what I’d heard was true. He didn’t even try to deny it! I told him I wouldn’t be party to murder, and he told me I would do what I was told or else he would withdraw funding. I told him I wouldn’t be held hostage that way, and be damned.”
“Good for you, George!”
“It was the end of my bid for Mayor. He pulled Techtron’s support and my campaign collapsed.”
“Go back to where murder became involved. Whose murder, where and when?” Chris said. She was, after all, first and foremost a murder cop.
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