Midnight Marked (Chicagoland Vampires 12)

“The scale is impressive,” Annabelle said, hand on the small of her back, her gaze on the walls. “But I don’t get the point of going to all this trouble. Alchemy seems more trouble than it’s worth.”

“Maybe this is magic that only alchemy can accomplish,” I said, nearly skimming my fingers over the symbol for mercury until a hand gripped my arm.

I glanced up, found Ethan’s hand there, his expression concerned. “You looked like you might dive right into it. Perhaps a step back, Sentinel.”

I took the advice and made it a big step.

“Alchemy’s not my bag,” Catcher said. “But I see your point. This is a lot of symbols.”

“Does any of this look familiar?” Ethan asked. “In the specific equations, I mean?”

I walked around the room, trying to find the starting point, settled on a symbol near the ceiling of the back wall where the symbols seemed a little bit larger than the others, as if he’d shrunk them slightly as he worked to fit them all in.

I followed the symbols as they moved down the wall, looking for a pattern, part of the equation that might have matched the ones I’d seen while helping Paige. The symbols were basically the same—the primary symbols of the alchemical language, along with some of the same hieroglyphs we’d seen at Wrigley.

“It looks like the same set of symbols,” I concluded, “but that doesn’t really tell us anything, except that he’s decided he needs them in a second place.”

“Did you know alchemists sometimes put false symbols in their texts?” Annabelle asked. “I thought it would be a good idea to read up.”

“Maybe that’s why none of it makes sense,” I said. “How are we supposed to tell the true from the false?”

“To do that,” Catcher said, “we need to understand the context. That’s what we’re missing.”

“Even if it takes him time to get the code together, Jeff’s algorithm might still be the faster option. I mean, unless we find the sorcerer and can ask him.”

Ethan glanced at Annabelle. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen him?”

“Actually, I might have.”

Catcher glanced back sharply. “You saw him? The sorcerer?”

She held up a hand, smiled apologetically. “I mean, sorry, I didn’t see his face. So, I saw the light on in here for the first time maybe two or three weeks ago. At the time, I thought someone was doing some late maintenance work. Tonight’s the first time I’ve actually been in here. But a few days ago—before I met Ethan and Merit—I noticed someone leaving.”

“What did you see?” Ethan asked.

She closed her eyes, remembering. “Not a tall guy. Maybe five foot eight or nine? Not an especially big guy. On the leaner side. Wore a suit, I think. I mean, it was dark, so I’m not sure, but just from the shape of the clothing, looked like a suit.”

“Did you see where he went?” Ethan asked.

“I didn’t. This was before I met you, learned about the alchemy, so I wasn’t on the lookout. He walked out of the cemetery, and I heard a car start a couple of minutes later. Once we did meet, and you mentioned you were looking for alchemy, I thought I’d better check it out. I expected to find some graffiti, maybe evidence teenagers had been drinking or getting high.” She gestured to the walls. “Did not expect this.”

Her phone rang—her ringtone Chopin’s famous and haunting funeral march—and she checked the screen. “Appointment about a potential client.” She put the phone away, looked up at us. “I’m sorry, but I need to go.”

“Of course,” Ethan said. “We can’t thank you enough for your help. All things considered, I wouldn’t mention what you’ve seen to anyone else. It’s unlikely Reed would know you’re involved, and it’s safest to keep it that way.”

The irony of his saying that wasn’t lost on me. And from the heavy look he offered me, it wasn’t lost on him, either.

“No argument there. If I see anything else, I’ll let you know.”

“Would you like an escort back to your car?” Catcher asked, and she just smiled.

“Thoughtful offer,” she said, patting his arm. “But the night I can’t take care of myself in a graveyard is the night I need to hang up my license.” She turned and walked out the door.

o;Adrien Reed?” Annabelle asked. “Is he involved in this? With the alchemy?”

“We believe so,” Ethan said. “But we’re still trying to figure out the mechanics.”

“And who the sorcerer is.”