Lucky Break (Chicagoland Vampires 10.5) - Page 96

“Move!” Luc barked out.

Kelley did, rising and tunneling through the arms, legs, and torsos of the humans who’d surrounded her and the woman, forcing her way back to the stone railing that marked the drop to the Chicago River below.

She looked down, left, right, scanned the stone dock where a water taxi sat empty, bobbing in dark water. There was no sign of Balthasar.

Luc spat out a curse.

“He can’t have just disappeared,” Ethan said, his voice low and dangerous.

“No,” I said. “But he’s fast. So fast that being in his spell makes it seem as if everyone around you has slowed.”

The vampires in the room looked at me curiously.

“That’s what it felt like,” I said, forcing my voice to stay calm, “when he glamoured me. He is very, very powerful.”

“He’ll show up again,” Ethan said ruefully, sounding suddenly tired. “He won’t be able to resist. Tonight, he showed us what he can do, what he will do, to disrupt this city unless and until we give him what he wants.”

“He can’t get into the House,” Catcher said. “Not with the wards.”

“No,” Ethan said. “But I suspect that won’t stop him trying. Either here, or in the street, or wherever else he believes he can extort action from us. He hasn’t made demands, not specifically, but he’ll do that soon enough.”

He muttered a curse. “I should have killed him when I had the chance.”

*   *   *

After Luc turned off the screen and hurled his earpiece across the room in frustration, we reconvened in Ethan’s office.

“Murder wouldn’t have eased your conscience,” I said quietly.

“No. But it would have rid the world of one more sociopath. He will not stop until he has achieved his goal, whatever that may be. Adoration? Power? Almost certainly. Perhaps to destroy everything that has been built here. Perhaps to destroy me and mine.”

“We won’t let him,” I said, sliding my hand into his, squeezing our joined fingers.

He muttered something in Swedish. “What had I said about alcohol?”

“That there wasn’t enough of it. But I bet some really old gasoline-style Scotch would take the edge off.”

“Perhaps,” he said, then leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “Perhaps.”

My phone rang, and I pulled it out, found Jonah’s number on the screen. I wasn’t any happier to talk to him now than I had been before. If he had things to tell me—or an apology to issue—he could send me a text. Since he didn’t, I put the phone away again.

Ethan looked at Luc. “How will we get rid of him?”

“Well, we haven’t exactly had much time to research.”

“What about the timeline?” I asked Luc.

“It’s moving, but slowly. The Librarian’s gotten some of the Memento Mori scans from London, and he’s working with Jeff on an algorithm to search them for mentions of Balthasar or the other vampires.”

I needed to get Jeff a gift basket. Did giant white tigers like catnip?

“What about the safe houses?” Ethan asked.

“Safe houses are safe houses for a reason; they aren’t big on giving out information, especially now that we’ve given up our connection to the GP. But we’ve got a lead on the house in Aberdeen, and we’re circling back to that.”

“And the condo owner?” Ethan asked.

“I feel like I’m being interrogated,” Luc said, yanking dramatically at the collar of his shirt. “Fortunately, the condo, being in Chicago, was much easier to find. Smallish real estate management company. Legit, and they’ve got several condos across the Loop. Tend to rent them out to executive types.” He grinned at me. “I did check to see if it was one of your father’s. No hit there, unfortunately.”

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