Lucky Break (Chicagoland Vampires 10.5)

“Something happened here today,” he said, his eyes dark and somber. “Something that was set in motion years ago. It is the result of many years of selfishness and superficiality and, yes, malfeasance. Of greed and short-term thinking. We are investigating the problem, and looking for a solution. That solution may not come today, but when it comes, it will undoubtedly require a change to the way in which we do things here.” He looked around at the marble floors, careful lighting, expensive furnishings. “We may have to examine who we are and what we wish to be.” His voice was soft, wistful, with a heady dose of regret in it.

After a moment, Morgan looked down at them again. “Stay in the House tonight. Don’t leave, even with an escort.”

There was an outpouring of argument, a volley of questions, a few arrows of accusation. Morgan stood there, took the brunt of it, and I caught Ethan’s mild but curious glance.

What are you thinking? I asked him.

I’m wondering if he intends to sacrifice himself for her, and despite all that she’s done to him, and to them.

all nodded, knights prepared to come to their lady’s honor, and I felt my cheeks pinken with pride and a little bit of exhilaration. I was a capable warrior but didn’t mind having a Master, a cop, a shifter, and a sorcerer in my corner.

Ethan looked at Catcher. “How’s the ward coming along?”

“She’s working on it,” Catcher said flatly. “I obviously was called away.”

“We’re juggling resources,” my grandfather said calmly, as if to avoid any argument between them. “And all doing the best we can under very unusual circumstances.”

“I understand,” Ethan said, his gaze on Catcher. “And your time is appreciated.” It was as close to an apology between them as I expected they’d get. “For now, we’ll get the Navarre vampires out of harm’s way.”

“You’ve got ideas?” my grandfather asked.

“I do. But I’ll need to talk to Scott, Morgan.”

My grandfather nodded. “Do that. We’ll deal with the evidence, touch base with the CPD about the forensics.” He smiled. “Nice that we can blame random violence and gunshots on someone other than a vampire for a change.”

“Sad, but true,” Ethan said. “Let’s follow up with the Masters, Sentinel.”

I nodded, and we said our good-byes and turned to walk back to the House.

“And how are you?” he asked. He moved to lift his hand to my back, but dropped it again, as if remembering my flinch. That sent a new wave of guilt through me, but I pushed it down. This wasn’t the time for Balthasar.

“At the moment, frustrated. My grandfather gave me a pep talk, but I don’t know that it helped. The perp could have given us a good lead about the Circle.”

“He might have,” Ethan agreed. “But more likely, he’d simply have refused to talk. The Circle does not continue to exist because its members snitch, and I’d surmise there are serious punishments for those who break the rules. Likely rewards for those who stay quiet. The CPD will have blood from the dagger, fingerprints from the Taser. That will likely give them as much as they might have gotten out of the man.”

I nodded. “That helps. Thanks.”

“Anytime, Sentinel.”

I caught a glint of something in the grass, stopped, and glanced across the grass until I saw it again.

“What is it?” Ethan asked.

“Give me a second.” I nudged it with the toe of my boot, then bent down. There in the grass, near the spot where Nadia and the man had fought, was a gold coin about the size of a nickel. Inscribed in the top was a circular symbol, a kind of ouroboros—a snake coiled in a circle, the tail in its mouth. In this case, there were three snakes composing the circle.

“It’s a coin,” I said, and handed it to Ethan.

“Chuck,” he called out, after he’d looked it over, and my grandfather walked toward us.

“What’ve you got?”

Ethan handed him the coin, and my grandfather nodded. “The Circle’s calling card,” he said. “Your perp must have dropped it. And I believe that confirms the reason for this particular visit.”

He pulled another evidence bag from his jacket pocket, dropped the coin inside. “Navarre’s debt has come due, and it appears the Circle intends to collect.”

*   *   *

We joined the vampires again, headed inside Navarre House to discuss the specifics of the response. This time, the House’s lobby was stuffed with vampires in trendy clothing and obvious nerves, their magic peppering the air. Morgan waved us past the guards, who still watched us grimly as we passed, as if certain we were the cause of the trouble outside, instead of the ones who’d handled it.