"No." She hesitated. "He did complain about being followed."
I raised my eyebrows. "When?"
"The night he died. He said he'd spotted some lanky fellow trailing him a couple of times. He'd tried to point him out to me the night before, but I couldn't see him."
Lanky - Ivan's attacker had certainly been that. And given the scent that had been in both apartments, it was looking more likely that my sense of smell was spot-on, and it was the same attacker.
"So did you believe he was being followed?"
She hesitated. "Denny wasn't into playing games like that. If he said he was being followed, then yes, I believe him." She glanced at her watch. "Is that all?"
"Yes. Thanks."
She nodded and marched efficiently off.
"Denny never mentioned anything like that to me," Ben said heavily.
"I wonder if he mentioned it to the police?" Wondered if Jilli had. I should have asked, but I guess it would be in the report if she had. I took a sip of coffee, then said, "Did Ivan visit the underground clubs?"
"No. Ivan is as straightlaced as they come."
"So that's probably not the connection, then." I studied him for a moment, then said, "What about you?"
Amusement gleamed in his eyes. "I know where they are, simply because I sometimes need to direct clientele there. Nonpareil does not cater to such needs."
"Just good old-fashioned sex, huh?"
"Not just good, thank you very much. Our standards are beyond excellent."
I grinned. "Not to blow your own horn, of course."
"Of course," he agreed, with the sort of look that had the blood surging through my veins.
Man, what I wouldn't give to be able to...
My phone chose that moment to ring, which was probably a good thing. I really didn't need to be thinking about what I'd like to do with this wolf. I grabbed my purse from underneath the table and dragged out my cell. The number wasn't one I recognized, which was unusual because this was a Directorate phone, and few people had the direct number.
I pressed the receive button and said, "Riley speaking."
"Riley? This is Vincenta."
Speak of the devil, and she calls. Something inside me went cold. "How did you get my number?"
"Ah," she drawled, amusement evident in her rich tones. "That would be giving away trade secrets, now, wouldn't it?"
The kiss, I thought. It had something to do with that goddamn kiss. That'd teach me not to follow my instincts.
I was getting a new number as soon as I got back to the Directorate.
"What do you want, Vinny?"
"Ivan has been killed. I felt his death a few moments ago."
"You felt it?" How was something like that possible? As far as I knew, the bond of a vampire and his - or her - get went no deeper than creator and child. There was a duty of care to get them through the first treacherous years of turning, a responsibility that most took seriously if they didn't want the Directorate hunting their asses. But to have the depth of connection to actually feel a true death?
"Vampires who feed off emotions are different from our blood kin," she said, rich voice holding just a whisper of anger. "I share part of myself on creation, and they share a part of themselves. It makes us one. Hence, I felt the moment of his departure from this world."
"How did it happen?"