Burning Both Ends (10 page)

Ari and the four leaders took their measure of each other.

On second look, the brown-haired she-wolf appeared more worried than suspicious. In fact, all four negotiators showed signs of stress—somber faces, tired and edgy attitudes. The other three returned her scrutiny—the thin, sinewy man with long dark hair and hawk features; a younger man in his mid-thirties with a slightly ruddy complexion; and an even younger woman with silver-blonde hair and bright blue, wary eyes. A rare silver wolf. And with two auras. Interesting.

Ari tightened her sensory blocking. Wolves tended to be careless about power leaks, but the current high levels in the room were deliberate. Marking their territory. She screened it out to avoid the distraction. Feeling the extent of energy in the air, Lilith moved up to stand beside Ari.

The thin man smiled. “Your arrival is a welcome improvement. I’m feeling damned uneasy about Steffan. We’re also away from the safety of our own packs.” He waved a hand toward the back of the cabin. “The guards are only for show, not real trouble. Do you have any news?”

“Robert, you might at least introduce yourself.” The silver-blonde woman regarded him with mild reproof. “Perhaps we could sit down?” She motioned toward a lopsided circle of stuffed chairs in the middle of the room. “I’m Vita, this is Robert, and the others are Warren and Jena.”

Ari introduced herself and Lilith, who then moved away to lean against the front wall. Ari looked at Robert. “I’m just getting started and don’t know much. I hoped you could help me.”

Sighs and groans of frustration greeted her words.

“I don’t see how,” Robert said. “We don’t know anything. Steffan never reached the resort that night.”

“Go on,” Ari encouraged. “Tell me what was supposed to happen that night.”

“We were meeting at 3:00 a.m. to take the final vote. It was the full moon, the middle of the night, and we figured we’d have total privacy. Everyone had already talked it out, and we each knew how we were going to vote.” He paused, frowning at the floor. Ari waited for him to continue, but he seemed lost in thought. Thinking about what? Was he filtering his words? Or reviewing the past days or weeks for clues to their current dilemma?

“Can I ask how the vote was going? For or against?”

No one said anything.

“I realize this is a sensitive matter, but if you expect me to help, I need to know what was going on.” Perhaps coming here had been a waste of time. If they wouldn’t talk to her…

Finally, Jena, the brown-haired she-wolf, spoke. “I believe the four of us are split two to two. Steffan was the swing vote.”

“Was he in favor of the alliance?” Ari asked, wanting to see what they’d tell her.

“Yes, I think he was,” Jena said.

Vita, the silver wolf, shifted her feet. “We don’t know for sure. Everybody indicated he or she had decided, but no one had declared a choice. It wasn’t final. Not for sure.”

Before Ari could follow up, her cell phone rang. She glanced at caller ID: Claris. Probably calling to chat. An instant pang of guilt reminded her she hadn’t talked with her best friend since returning to town. Claris didn’t know about Steffan’s disappearance or the events in Toronto, and this wasn’t the time to explain. Ari switched the phone to vibrate and put it back in her pocket. She’d call her later.

“Sorry about the interruption. Who might want Steffan out of the negotiations?”

“If you’re looking at us as suspects, I guess Robert and I would be first in line,” said Warren, “except we were here all night in plain sight of the others.” He was a soft-spoken man, but tension vibrated in his voice.

“Good to know, but all that really means is that none of you participated directly in the kidnapping. It doesn’t mean you didn’t order it.” She watched as Robert’s face darkened. Jena and Warren seemed taken aback. Only Vita remained composed. “I don’t mean to offend you,” Ari added to soften her statement, “but I have to consider every possibility. I need answers to a lot of questions, and because we’re short of time, I’d like to do this as a group. If anybody prefers privacy, just tell me. Any objections?”

Robert waved an indifferent hand, and no one said anything.

“OK. Warren, you said the leaders were together that night, but what about the bodyguards? Were they with you all that time, from say midnight to dawn?”

Warren nodded, but it was Robert, the obvious spokesman, who answered. “Yes, and our other wolves, too. No one left camp. It was the first thing we checked when we realized something had gone wrong. We needed to be sure there wasn’t an enemy among us.” He stopped, a frown marring his face. “I think you have the wrong impression of our negotiations. We weren’t having a heated dispute over the vote. Major differences were worked out weeks ago.”

Ari studied his face. Why was he glossing over the disputes? Steffan hadn’t been that stressed over nothing.

“The only remaining issue is one of timing,” Robert continued. “Warren and I feared we were rushing into an arrangement that needed months or perhaps years of thought and planning. And, I believe the others were motivated by a sense of urgency. I understood their position. I didn’t think it outweighed the necessity for caution.” He stopped and studied his hands. “All four of us agreed to support the results of the vote. Regardless of the outcome.”

“That’s easy to say now, but would that have been your position two nights ago?”

Robert’s face clouded over, then he gave a short laugh. “You’re wasting time on us, Ms. Calin. No one here wanted to harm Steffan.”

Yeah, like she was going to take his word for it. He might believe it, like he thought the fight on the issues was over, but how well did these four leaders know each other? A guilty person wasn’t likely to step forward and say, “Hey, look at me. I’m the one that wasn’t happy about this. I’m the one who would do anything to stop it.” Every wolf in the room might have a reason to lie to her, and they might lie for each other. She didn’t intend to trust any of them.

“If not one of you, who would want to stop the coalition badly enough to kidnap Steffan?”

“We were discussing that when you arrived,” Vita said. She dug in her pocket. “I made a list for you. It’s short.” Her eyes dropped to the slip of note paper. “Uh, I guess the categories are somewhat broad.” She looked apologetic, as she held out the paper.

Ari looked at the two penciled columns, entitled “Packs Opposed” and “Others.” Under “Packs Opposed” was a list of three: Chicago; Toronto; and Unknowns. She did a double take at the inclusion of Toronto. Had Sebastian had his dirty mitts in this, too? Of course, Unknowns was a given—meaningless.

Under “Others,” they had let their imaginations run: terrorists, hate groups, foreign governments, US covert operations, domestic militias. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but she figured neither would go over well.

“OK,” she said, keeping a bland face. “Tell me about the Chicago and Toronto packs. Exactly why do you suspect them?”

“Chicago has made no secret of their opposition,” Robert said. “They’re organized rather like the old mobsters from their city, and control is power. They don’t want to see a coalition unless Chicago has direct control. The rest of the North American leaders have told them that won’t happen, but I could see them testing our resolve.” He clasped his hands and relaxed into the chair’s cushiony back. “And Toronto? The way I hear it, you would know more about the pack than we do. The vampire prince runs that wolf pack, and he doesn’t want to see any kind of organization. Last week Steffan said he thought some of that pack was in Riverdale, so I’d take a look at them.”

“They were here,” Ari admitted, “but it had nothing to do with the coalition, and the pack is no longer under the control of Sebastian. Nor are the vampires.”

“Why?” Vita broke in, her eyes going wide. “What has happened?”

“There is a new prince. Sebastian is dead.”

Chapter Nine

“I can’t believe it! Who?” The wolves broke into a barrage of questions. Ari waited for the first rush of surprise to pass, then summarized events.

“Andreas has taken control?” Robert asked.

“For the moment. They’re working it out, but that situation doesn’t involve the coalition or Steffan’s kidnappers.”

“That’s twice you’ve mentioned kidnapping. You think that’s what happened?” Jena asked.

Puzzled, Ari searched their faces. She saw nothing except questions. “You haven’t been told about the demands?”

“What demands?” Robert roared.

“From a phone call early this morning.” She told them the basics of the conversation and the kidnapper’s demands. She didn’t mention the president’s intention to send in another representative. Nor did she bring up her noon deadline.

“Holding Steffan won’t stop the coalition,” Warren growled, his soft voice turned gruff. “Robert and I talked this morning. This whole mess has convinced us the need for such an organization is more urgent than we first thought. We’re both changing our votes to yes.”

Vita’s mouth dropped open; Jena smiled, showing no surprise.

“If this is how you feel, do we even need to wait for Steffan before we vote?” Jena asked. “Let’s do it now, so they don’t have any reason to hold him.”

“Wait. Let’s think about this,” Ari cautioned. “The longer you delay, the more time you give me to find and rescue Steffan. The minute you vote—”

“They’ll kill him,” Vita completed.

Robert rose and strode across the room to peer out the window. “Then we must wait, of course. But I don’t see how we can extend the time beyond the current deadline of 5:00 p.m. tomorrow. The kidnappers would realize something was wrong. Besides, the longer we stay here, the more likely it is these terrorists or criminals will take further action, like attack the rest of us.” He turned around, angry lines creasing his face. “Where’s the government while all this is happening? They’re so hot for this coalition. Why aren’t they taking care of this?”

“What do you want them to do?” Ari countered. “Bring in an army equipped with big guns and silver bullets? I’m sure they’d be happy to do that, because that’s how humans think. But the kidnappers are Otherworlders. I’d bet on it. We’ll have to outsmart them, convince them their plan won’t work. Otherworlders are practical. They don’t play if they can’t win. Right now, they think they have the upper hand. We need to show them they don’t.”

“How? They
are
in control.” Vita said, skepticism dripping from her words. She gave a negative shake of her head.

“I’m not sure about how,” Warren said, once again calm and reasonable, “but I understand what Ari’s saying. If holding or killing Steffan would achieve nothing, the sensible thing would be to abandon the plan. We need to make the right move that would force them into the open or force them to contact us again. Every contact increases their risk, not ours.”

“Exactly,” Ari said, reminded by his clear thinking that a very smart wolf leader hid behind Warren’s laid-back demeanor. The quiet ones get you every time. “We need our own plan to lure them out of hiding, while not placing any of you at further risk.”

They put their heads together and held a vigorous debate for the next hour. Even the guards and Lilith had suggestions and pointed out obvious flaws as the plan unfolded. The discussion became heated once they decided they needed to leak certain information to the kidnappers. That raised the biggest and most sensitive obstacle: identifying the source of the original leak that had allowed the kidnappers to know about the pending vote, then to find and snatch Steffan. As Ari expected, each of the leaders denied the leak came from their packs.

A plan finally came together over a dozen combo pizzas and a case of beer. Not enough beer, but the wolves had already scoped out the nearest convenience store and were prepared to make as many runs as necessary. All in support of making a better decision. Since wolves metabolized beer as if it was water, Ari didn’t care how much they drank as long as it produced a workable solution.

By four o’clock, they had the elements of what they wanted to do: a couple pieces of misinformation, a little misdirection and false trails, maintaining absolute secrecy, and a whole lot of luck. They were setting two possible traps—one physical, one electronic—hoping the kidnapper could be captured or at least lead them back to Steffan. It wasn’t a perfect plan, and there were lots of ways it could go wrong, but it was the best they could do within their limited time frame. Now came the execution—and the waiting.

The first phase involved convincing the kidnapper that negotiations had been moved to a secret location. The leaders were preparing to make some very important phone calls to set the plan in action, when loud, angry voices erupted outside in the campground. Two bodyguards rushed to the front door, two covered the back. “There’s new wolves out there,” a guard said, peering out the window. “Big guy in charge. They’re armed.”

Robert and Vita pushed their way past the two bodyguards. “Out of the way,” Robert growled. “I want to see what’s going on. Oh, hell, this isn’t good,” he said, after taking a look outside. He strode to the door and yanked it open. “Tobias, what are you doing here?” he shouted.

Ari wiggled around the guards and reached Robert’s side. A heavily built man with a short, red beard, pinstripe suit, and Gucci loafers was flanked by a tough-looking group of ten or twelve wolves, some in human form, others not. Many were carrying rifles. The wolves belonging to the delegation were blocking their way.

“Robert, tell these men to let me pass,” the stranger bellowed.

“Who is it?” Ari demanded.

“Trouble. Tobias is the head honcho of the Chicago pack. He’ll ruin everything.” Robert’s shoulders slumped as he called out the door, “I don’t suppose you’d leave if I ask, so you might as well come inside.”

“Bet your last dollar I’m not leaving. You’ve made a mess of everything, just like I knew you would. I warned you this coalition thing was a bad idea, and you see what’s happened.” While he talked, Tobias strode forward, shoved the delegation’s pack aside, and climbed the steps. He halted at the door and glared at Robert and Ari standing in the doorway. “Are you going to get out of the way and let me in or not?”

Robert huffed but stepped aside. Ari made room for the big man to pass and waited to see what developed. Tobias’s presence seemed to suck all the air from the cabin. Even the walls appeared to shrink inward a couple of steps. Or maybe it just seemed that way. Tobias was a large man, but it was his over-blown personality that smothered everything else.

Robert turned to Ari. “Let me introduce Tobias. He’s the alpha of the Chicago wolf pack.” Robert rolled his eyes when only Ari could see. “Tobias, Arianna Calin, the Guardian from Riverdale, who came to update us on the search for Steffan.”

“What progress have you made?” Tobias looked down his nose at her.

Ari studied the newcomer while she decided how to handle this. As Robert had implied earlier, Tobias looked the part of a mobster. Or maybe a loudmouthed car salesman. In any case, she had to get rid of him. They needed to set things in motion within the next three hours. Most importantly, the disinformation they would be spreading had to be believed. That couldn’t happen with Tobias around to observe the truth. She wouldn’t even consider telling him their plans. Even if he wasn’t a suspect, she could already tell they’d never control his behavior or his mouth.

“Sorry, I can’t release information in an ongoing investigation.”

“Nonsense,” he snorted. “If I’m going to clean up this mess, I need to know exactly what you’ve done. Or haven’t done, which I suspect is more the case.”

Ari smiled sweetly. “This case is in the hands of the appropriate authorities. Unless you have information that can help me, you need to return to Chicago.” When he scowled at her, she added, “If you persist, you’ll be interfering with local officials.”

The scowl deepened. “Young lady, I don’t know what you’re up to, but in Chicago, we’re not in a habit of letting others do our job.”

“That’s my point, sir. Finding Steffan is my job, not yours.”

“Humph, we’ll see about that.” He strode over, lowered his massive body into one of the chairs, and looked around expectantly. “If someone doesn’t tell me what’s going on, I’ll be sitting right here for the foreseeable future.”

Realizing she couldn’t get rid of him without shooting him, Ari threw up her hands and stalked out the door. Maybe the wolf leaders would have better luck without her. Lilith and Jena followed. Robert, Warren, and Vita remained behind and engaged in an earnest and sometimes volatile conversation with Tobias. The raised voices carried to Ari and everyone else standing outside, and she didn’t have much hope he’d listen to reason.

“What now?” Ari asked Jena. “Any ideas how we get rid of him?”

“It’ll be tough. Tobias is bullheaded.”

“We have to do something,” Lilith said. “Do you want me to shoot him?”

Jena looked shocked until Ari laughed. “If it comes to that, I’ll shoot him myself. But let’s see if we can think of a better option.”

“I have one idea,” Jena said. “We wanted everyone to believe we’d left here, so maybe we should actually leave. It would be to our advantage for Tobias to report that. In the process, maybe we can figure out a way to lose him.”

“Good thinking,” Ari said. “We should be able to make that work.”

“Awesome,” Lilith agreed. “But where would everyone go? They can’t go home.”

“How do we escape from Tobias and stop him from tracking us down?” Jena added.

Ari grinned. “Oh, I can stop the tracking. Wolves track with their noses, and one of the first things I learned as a young witch was how to make stink spells. His nostrils won’t work right for a week.”

Jena clapped her hands. “I’d love to see that, but I hope I’m far away.”

“You will be.”

Lilith came up with the idea for their escape. “Wolves love to drink. What if we get them drunk enough they have to sleep it off? We’ll all sneak out and then Ari can set off her stinky stuff.”

Jena shook her head. “There isn’t enough beer in Galena to put them under.”

“No, probably not, but I was thinking about a case or two of high-proof Kentucky bourbon,” Lilith said with a grin.

“That might do it.”

Ari listened as Jena and Lilith debated the possibilities. She didn’t have much to add because they knew a lot more about lycanthrope constitution than she did.

“It would work for his pack,” Jena finally conceded, “but it won’t work for Tobias. He’s smarter than he looks. He’d see right away what we were doing.”

“You two figure out what to do about Tobias,” Lilith said, “while I stir up interest in a party and locate some prime liquor. I’m betting it won’t take long.” She winked and strutted away.

Ari suppressed a laugh as she watched Lilith’s hip-swaying approach to the visiting wolves. She didn’t doubt for a moment the lioness could have them swinging from the trees. If Lilith set her mind on anything, it happened. She had a way with men. It might have something to do with the sexy cat eyes and her double-D breasts.

Jena turned back to Ari. “Tobias won’t be that easy. Do you have a spell for him? Maybe a nice vanishing spell?”

“Only if he is a demon. Sorry, inside joke,” she confessed, thinking about last summer. “I think we can sneak most of the group away without Tobias knowing, once we have his wolves out of commission. He won’t care if I leave. Probably encourage it. Your outside staff could leave. The real problem will be the four of you and the guards inside the cabin. We could physically restrain him, if we can’t think of anything else.”

“Oh, we can’t do that. It would cause a permanent feud within the wolf nation,” Jena warned.

“Not if I do it alone. The only wolf pack I have to deal with is Steffan’s, and they won’t care what I do if we get Steffan back.” When Jena still looked worried, Ari said,” I won’t do that unless I have to.”

Jena lifted a shoulder, and they moved on to the details of the escape and where the wolves would go.

An hour later, Ari was back in the cabin, arguing with Tobias about his continuing presence. Lilith and her cases of bourbon were partying with an increasingly inebriated group of Chicagoland wolves. Jena had sought out each of the wolf leaders and made them aware of the modified plan. The only possible snag was ditching Tobias.

While Ari was willing to take the blame for holding him at gunpoint, shooting him in the foot or whatever else it took, the Chicago pack would be outraged. They might take their anger out on the other packs, who had allowed it to happen. At a time when Steffan was trying to bring the wolves together, her actions might be counter-productive.

For the last twenty minutes, Ari had leaned against the cabin wall, watching and listening as the others took turns trying to convince Tobias that his help wasn’t needed. Jena was right. Tobias was smart. He noticed everything that went on around him and heard each nuance in the conversation. But like most people, he had a flaw that made him vulnerable. His was obvious—ego. If she could find some way to use that…

Ari’s smile turned into a grin. She almost laughed just imagining the scene. It should get everyone safely away. Almost everyone.

She slipped outside to make an urgent phone call. When she looked at her message screen, she saw she’d missed a second call from Claris. What could be so important? Whatever it was, she didn’t have time for girl talk. Ari placed her intended call, and as expected, the answer was “yes.” She went back inside and awaited developments.

* * *

It took forty-five minutes for the cavalry to arrive, disguised in the unlikely form of Horatio Jones. He marched up to the cabin door, dressed in a black suit, carrying an expensive leather briefcase, and demanded to see the person in charge.

Tobias lumbered to his feet. “What’s your business here?”

“My name is Horatio Jones. I am here as a representative of Homeland Security.” He looked Tobias up and down. “Are you in charge here, sir? I am authorized only to speak to the person in charge.” Jones’s tone was so pompous, his British accent so pronounced, that Ari had to cough to cover a giggle. She hoped he wouldn’t overplay his part.