"Completely satisfied." I held up a cup and raised an eyebrow in question.
"What, we're drinking machine muck rather than the divine liquid from Beans?"
"Beans was packed to the rafters with Directorate personal wanting the decent stuff. We'll have to time our coffee runs better." I poured two mugs then headed over to his desk.
"I won't be a happy little horse if I have to go back to drinking muck."
"There's nothing little about you, my friend. I know this for a fact."
He grinned. "So you do."
I handed him a mug. He took a sip, then grimaced. "Definitely going to have to get the timing right."
"What's been happening here?"
He snorted. "The cross-checking of the emo list continues. We can't find backgrounds on four of them."
I frowned. "What do you mean, you can't find their backgrounds?"
"Just that. No birth certificates, no death certificates, no rebirth notices. They don't exist, according to the paperwork."
"Well, paperwork has been known to be wrong." I walked over to my desk and sat down. "Where's Iktar?"
"Got the day off. Some family gathering." Kade shrugged. "How's the murder investigations going?"
"That's the question I was about to ask," Jack said as he walked into the room. He was holding one of Beans's thick-ribbed cups in one hand, and the rich scent of mocha coffee permeated the room, making my coffee smell even fouler.
I ignored his question and asked, "Have the magi handed in their report from the warehouse yet?"
He propped on the edge of Iktar's desk and crossed his legs. He looked casual-if you ignored the tension riding his shoulders or the anger lurking in his green eyes. "Not that I'm aware of. Why?"
"Because the woman behind the zombies tried to kill a friend of our second zombie victim last night-and I suspect she's been tracking them all through a magic-infused business card. I left one with the dead zombie last night for Marg to pick up."
"Did the card feel similar to the magic you sensed at the vampire murders?"
I hesitated, then shook my head. "Although it has a dark edge to it, it doesn't have the same traits as the one at the vamp scenes."
"Magic doesn't have personal traits, like scents do."
"Maybe not to someone without a keen nose, but trust me, there's differences."
"So we have two rogue practitioners on the loose." He took another sip of coffee, then added, "You don't think there's a connection?"
"Between the vamp killings and the teenage girls? Hell, I don't know." It didn't seem logical at this point, but stranger things had certainly happened. I leaned back in my chair. "But I do think there could be connections between these two women, and that would mean the cases might be, as well. What are the chances of two dark sorcerers being active at the same time in the same city?"
"It has happened, but it isn't a common event. Sorcerers, unlike witches, tend to have their territories, and they don't like rivals intruding."
"Then maybe we need to source out Melbourne's witches, and see what they know about the new dark powers on the block."
"Our magi are already onto that. So far, there's been nothing."
"There has to be something. I mean, aren't there ley lines crisscrossing the city, from which magi draw their strength? Surely they should feel if someone new was dabbling."
"This is more than dabbling," Jack said with a smile. "But remember, most sorcerers draw from blood or personal magic. They do not use the earth energy, as most witches do."
"Witches don't only draw from the earth, though."
"No, many use white magic, which also draws on personal strength. It depends on the strength of spell required. Earth magic is a wild thing, and not every witch has the capability to control it.">Once we were on the road, I started the onboard computer and got the address for the safe house.