I turned to Antonio. "You knew, didn't you? Jeremy told you."
A small smile. "He said he suspected--"
I waved off the rest. "Payback for the conspiracy later. First, food."
I looked at Nick's plate.
He moved it out of my reach. "It's a buffet. All you can eat, no waiting. I'll even get it for you." He pushed his chair back. "Just don't touch mine while I'm gone."
I reached for Nick's plate, but Clay beat me to it, snagging two pieces of bacon and handing me one as he sat down.
"Jaime was just telling us about a show she did last month." Zoe poked the back of my hand. "You were keeping her hidden from me, weren't you?" She caught my look. "No, I don't mean that way. I meant--Jaime Vegas, spiritualist extraordinaire."
"Zoe's a fan," Nick said as he set a heaping plate in front of me.
"Big fan," Zoe said. "I was telling her that I know someone who's an even bigger fan. Producer friend of mine. I used to do some work for him when he was starting out in Toronto--needed equipment but couldn't quite afford to pay retail. He's in L.A. now, and he just got the go-ahead to do a TV special next year. They're going to try to contact Marilyn Monroe, find out how she died. Huge, splashy production." She looked at Jaime. "It'd be a blast. You know it would."
Jaime laughed. "Cheesy as hell. Right up my alley."
"So is that a yes?"
"It's a maybe."
We brought Zoe up to date on the killing the night before.
Zoe tapped her nails against her champagne flute. "You know, I might be able to round up a witness for you. Not sure how much good it would do, but if you're waiting around for Randy to call back anyway..."
"A witness? Working girl?"
"No, a supernatural who haunts--and hunts--in that neighborhood."
Nick leaned forward. "I thought you were the only vampire in Toronto."
"This isn't a vamp. Or a were. She's...well, we're not quite sure what she is, but--"
A cell phone rang. At the first note, Jaime, Zoe, Nick, Antonio and I all jumped, ready to grab ours. Clay rolled his eyes and muttered something about electronic leashes. As the tone began, I said, "That's mine."
"Never even got the damned thing back in your pocket."
"It's...oh, it's Anita Barrington."
Clay growled and went to pluck the phone from me, but I pulled it out of his reach.
"Don't answer--" he began.
Too late. A minute later, I hung up.
"Let me guess," Jaime said. "She has urgent information and wants to come over right away."
"Nah," Clay said. "She's back to wanting us to go there."
"But it is urgent, as always," Nick said, sneaking a wedge of cantaloupe from Clay's plate. "She did sound pretty freaked out, though."
"How did you guys--?" Jaime began. "Oh, enhanced hearing, right? Nice trick."
"Just be sure you never whisper anything in front of them," Zoe said. "So what's up with Anita?"
"She won't say. Just that it's extremely urgent this time, and she has critical information we absolutely must have right away, because we're making a very big mistake."