“You’re the two most powerful people in this house, but that doesn’t automatically make you rivals, does it? So can you please just lay out what you’re really worried about and quit with this clandestine bullshit?” Like my bitching would really get them to be reasonable.
And yet, after a moment, Grant said, “All right. I learned about Roman last year—with Kitty’s help, I might add. I learned that he controlled Las Vegas—my city—through two different vampires, different fronts that hid his identity. An obfuscating sleight of hand that I can almost appreciate. But I don’t, because this is a being who is consolidating power, who doesn’t want people to know he’s consolidating power. I’m trying to learn more about him. Now, perhaps I should apologize for my suspicion, but you’re a vampire, an old one, and it’s more likely that you’re another front acting on his behalf than an independent force acting against him, as I am. There it is. I’ve laid it all out.”
She considered him. “Telling me exactly what I’d like to hear. What would show you in the best light in my eyes.”
“Assuming we’re both telling the truth, we’re both working for the same thing,” Grant said.
“Assuming,” she said, painstakingly polite.
“Wait a minute,” I said, raising my hand. Thinking hard—I had to get the thought out before I lost it. This was important. “Why is this about Roman? How would he know about this crazy little reality show, and why would he even care? If he wanted to go after you all, or recruit you, or whatever, why would he do it here? Unless—unless the whole show is a front.”
Grant had said it himself: fronts behind fronts behind fronts again. This was exactly how Roman operated. Now they were both looking at me, and not as an annoyance. Rather, I was suddenly interesting to them.
The magician followed the thought through. “If someone like Roman wanted to remove some of his rivals, getting them in one place like this is the perfect opportunity.”
“Jerome and I found a campsite out in the woods. Like someone’s been out here watching the place.”
“Roman wouldn’t go through all the trouble,” Anastasia said. “Would he? That would mean Provost is the one working for him.”
I looked away. “I don’t know. It’s crazy. I’m too full up with conspiracy theories right now. But if you’re both working against Roman, you play into his plans by fighting with each other.”
“Roman’s plans stretch across centuries,” Anastasia said. “Nothing’s too far-fetched.”
“If we’re right, what do we do about it?” Grant said.
“We watch,” she said. “We wait.”
“Ah, the vampire way,” I said. “I don’t have that much time. I’m going to poke the wasp nest.”
I stood and went to the back of the lodge, to Provost’s production room.
chapter 10
Grant and Anastasia didn’t stop me when I went to the back of the lodge, but I imagined them exchanging one of those “there she goes again” looks.
It was late. Really late. But I had a feeling Joey Provost was still awake and watching the footage we’d produced, cooking up new angles and sensationalist storylines. No time like the present to bug him. Besides, if he had been watching the current conversation via one of the remote cameras and microphones, and he was part of some kind of conspiracy, I wanted to get him before he came up with a cover story to deny it all. I wanted to catch him flat-footed.
I knocked on the library door. Behind it, I could hear an audio track and hushed voices under it. I knocked again and waited.
Amy, who must have been the one on duty with the monitors tonight, finally opened the door.
“Yes?”
“I’d like to speak to Joey,” I said.
“Er, ah—” She glanced over her shoulder. Looked like she was thinking about whether she’d screw up by letting me talk to Provost—or by not letting me talk to him. “Is there a problem?”
“Oh, not really. I just have a couple of suggestions for him. You know. To really make the show pop.” Heh. I knew just enough of the lingo to make me dangerous.
“What is it?” Provost called from inside.
I preempted Amy by calling back, “It’s me! I wanted to talk to you for a sec. If that’s okay.”
Provost appeared at the door then, and Amy scampered away and out of the cross fire.
“Kitty! What can I do for you?” He pretended to sound happy to see me. However, the tension in his face showed annoyance.
“Hi. I’m just here breaking the fourth wall. Or fifth wall. I’m not really sure how the metaphor applies here.”