"Yes, well, your spells aren't exactly foolproof, Paige."
"Or it could be the whole undead thing, I guess."
Her lips tightened. "Now, don't you start on that, too. I am not..."
As she spoke, I saw Lucas's face and my gut tightened. I didn't hear the rest of what Cassandra said.
"They found him, didn't they?" I said.
Lucas nodded, and I knew they hadn't found Stephen alive.
Stephen had been killed in his car, shot in the temple, then placed in the reclined driver's seat, with sunglasses on and a ball cap pulled down to cover his wound. To anyone walking past, it would look as if he was dozing in his car. Odd, but not alarming.
I told Lucas that I'd had the feeling I was being followed. Cassandra concurred, and Lucas deployed the team to search the lot while we stayed with the body. If I hadn't said anything, would Cassandra have mentioned her suspicions? I doubted it, yet not because I thought she'd intentionally prevent us from finding the killer. Why would she? She didn't care. And that, really, was the crux to understanding Cassandra. She didn't care.
An hour later, the team concluded that the killer was gone. I'd have liked to stay, to hear their findings, but it's difficult enough to conduct a clandestine crime-scene investigation in a hotel parking lot without having onlookers.
"You've been quiet," Lucas murmured as we headed for our car.
"Thinking."
When I didn't go on, he said, "Share?"
I motioned that I'd discuss it in the car. I waited until we were on the highway before speaking. I told myself I was collecting my thoughts, but I think I was waiting to see whether Cassandra would speak first. She didn't.
"He's a hunter," I said. "He strikes fast, leaves the bodies where he killed them, uses the most convenient method, and changes plans if things get complicated. An experienced killer."
"Yes, as Esus said--" Lucas began.
He noticed I'd directed my comment to Cassandra, and stopped. She continued staring out the side window. Either she was ignoring me, which wouldn't be surprising, or I'd drawn the wrong conclusion, which, given my track record of late, wouldn't be surprising either.
"He's an expert stalker, too," I said. "Dana never heard him coming. Joey didn't have any warning. Even a druid god didn't hear him attack. I'm sure he was following me in the parking lot, but I only heard the odd footfall, saw one flash of movement. And I couldn't pick him up with my sensing spell."
Lucas glanced across his shoulder at me. "So you're suggesting that Esus may have been mistaken, that our killer may indeed be noncorporeal, a demon or another entity."
"I wouldn't call it a demon," I said. "Though some may argue the point. The kind of entity I'm thinking of lives right here in our world. The killer took down a two-hundred-plus-pound trained bodyguard. Felled him like a tree. That doesn't happen by jabbing him in the back with a hypodermic. He'd still have had a moment or two to fight. This kind of killer has a special way to incapacitate his victims. But so far, he's only used it twice--on Dana and this guard. That's why both had neck injuries. To cover the marks. Marks that are very difficult to detect, but ones that I'm sure every Cabal autopsy looks for."
"A vampire bite," Lucas said.
Cassandra nodded. "That would be my interpretation as well."
I bit back the urge to scream, "And when the hell were you going to say so?"
Lucas turned into our hotel parking lot. "The only problem with that scenario is that I can't imagine what grudge a vampire could possibly bear against a Cabal."
"I'm sure you couldn't," Cassandra murmured.
Lucas's eyes flickered to the rearview mirror. "No, Cassandra, I can't. But if you can, perhaps you could tell us."
For a moment, she said nothing. Then she sighed, as if put upon once again to explain the obvious.
"Cabals will have nothing to do with vampires," she said.
"Precisely," Lucas said. "They have a strict policy against dealing with either werewolves or vampires, which is why I can't imagine..." He stopped, then looked through the mirror at Cassandra. "Or, perhaps, that is not so much the argument against such a possibility as for it."
"For money and power, the Cabals are the biggest game in town," I said. "Maybe someone's tired of being kept off the playing field."
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