Edge of Night (11 page)

“Yeah, I know. We’ll make do for tonight. But sardines? Ew.”

“I kind of like them.” Holly’s tone was encouraging.

Erin scoffed. “You’ll eat anything with protein, wolfgirl.”

The wolfgirl in question dipped her chin to acknowledge that truth. “I’m going to send out a social networking blast that our chef extraordinaire is serving up some specials with a twist for one night only. Come one, come all.”

“Yeah, let’s just pray they like canned seafood better than I do.”

Holly was already on her smartphone and didn’t even glance up at that comment. “You could make dirty rubber boots taste gourmet. I have faith in you.”

“That makes one of us,” Erin muttered, then stiffened when she felt her cell phone vibrate in her pocket. She didn’t check it, just in case it was Luca. She didn’t even want to consider if it was her prank caller, so she focused on the vampire. If she didn’t know it was him, she wasn’t really ignoring him, was she? No.

Yeah, that justification sounded weak even in her head. She sighed and turned toward the kitchen to prep her staff before the dinner rush started. She already felt like shit and the day was only going to roll downhill from here. Tomorrow was soon enough to figure out what she was going to do about her lover. Or maybe it was really herself that she had to figure out—what she wanted, how deep she was going to get before she couldn’t deny she’d invested too much. What a mess. Every single inch of her life was a jumble right now.

And she had sardines to deal with. Great. Just great.

Gods, this was a new low. But after several days of unanswered phone calls, Luca danced on the razor’s edge of pissed and worried. He’s been reduced to calling her work to make sure she was still alive. As the phone rang in his ear, he sat back in his desk chair and prayed Erin’s cousin didn’t answer. The last thing he needed was to tangle with her wolf family. Hell, he wasn’t even sure Holly knew about the two of them. Probably, but he didn’t want to be the one to clue her in if Erin had left her in the dark. In the name of discretion, Luca hadn’t told anyone at all.

The line clicked as someone picked up. “Emerald Bistro. This is Tina, how can I help you?”

Thanking every single one of the gods it was someone he didn’t know, he sighed. “Hi, is Erin Bates there?”

“She’s in the kitchen right now going about nine hundred miles per hour, but I can take a message and leave it on her desk.” The woman’s husky voice went muffled on the last few words. “Okay, I have a pen and paper. Who should I tell her called?”

He debated disconnecting then and there, but after all the hang up calls Erin had received lately, he thought better of it. “Luca Cavalli. Just ask her to call me back. She has my number.”

There was a pause. “Cavalli, got it. Okay, I’ll give her the message.”

“Thanks.” He hung up, feeling foolish for his concern about her welfare. Of course she was fine. Why wouldn’t she be? The first day, he’d assured himself that she might not have gotten around to replacing her cell phone yet. The second and third days, he’d vacillated between anger and worry.

Now the worry he’d felt had turned from concern over her safety to concern over their relationship. Such as it was. Perhaps she was seeing someone else and this was her way of letting him know she wouldn’t be as available as she used to be. They didn’t have an exclusive arrangement, so it was entirely possible. It surprised him how much he hated the idea. Since when was he
possessive
of Erin? But there was no doubt that was what he felt. It was as if he’d downed a whole pot of bad coffee and the liquid was burning like acid through his stomach.

Well, to hell with wondering. He’d stop by her apartment to find out exactly what was going on. Even if she didn’t want to continue their affair, he damn well deserved at least a phone call.

A brief knock sounded on his door, then Merek stuck his head in. “Cavalli, your suspect just blew his top in the interrogation room.”

“Shit.” That had taken less time than he’d expected. Luca was on his feet and out the door in under a second. “What about the wife?”

“Delta’s still working on her.”

“Good.” Doubtful Hammond would leave without her, so that gave Luca a few minutes to have a little chat and maybe push a few more buttons.

The Hammonds’ team of lawyers had made excuses for several days about why the grieving couple couldn’t show up for questioning. Finally, Luca had delicately suggested that a perp-walk in handcuffs with the press watching might be in order, and they suddenly had some free time to come in. Funny how motivating that could be. The Hammonds had their hands in human politics too, which meant the news crews would have a field day with Robert and Cecily. Thus far, the family had managed to keep Dillon’s death out of the papers, but that would last about as long as a vampire at noon in the Sahara if someone got a picture of Robert in cuffs and started asking questions.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Merek said quietly. “He’s not interested in leaving—he wants to chat with you. His lawyer is gonna love this.”

“Most excellent.” Luca strode past the other man, toward their interrogation rooms. He didn’t get far before he found Peyton and Jack standing outside one of the rooms, each with carefully blank expressions. The door was wide open, and even a human would be able to hear Robert Hammond arguing with his lawyer from this distance. The cool politician wasn’t quite as cool as usual. Just the way Luca had hoped this would go.

Jack nodded to him while Peyton continued to stare in silence. No doubt Hammond had been a complete dick to them. But Luca had hoped for that too. He’d owe his agents a round of beer tonight to make up for this. Stepping just inside the room, he felt spells close in around him. Interrogation rooms were warded against magic of any kind to protect agents from being attacked by suspects and to protect witnesses from magical coercion by agents. Being stripped of all his extrasensory abilities always took a moment of adjustment. It made many Magickals uncomfortable and twitchy, which he’d used to his advantage more than once.

He took the opportunity to watch Hammond and his lawyer standing on the far side of the table. The lawyer was clearly trying to placate his client, but it wasn’t working. Luca addressed Robert, cutting off a tirade about his inadequate treatment.

“What seems to be the problem, gentlemen?” Keeping his focus pinned on Hammond, he offered his most patronizing grin.

“Nothing, Agent Cavalli,” the lawyer hastened to assure him. “We’re just waiting for your people to finish up with Mrs. Hammond.”

Robert growled low in his throat and spat, “You send two
animals
to interview me? A mangy dog and a weak little sheep.” He nodded to Jack. “Or was he sent along as a snack?”

Luca gave his Normal agent an assessing glance. “He does look like a tasty morsel, doesn’t he?”

Jack straightened to alertness, his gaze flicking back and forth between the two vampires.

“Poor thing, looks so worried.” Robert’s smile was vicious. His lawyer shifted uneasily.

Luca snorted, stepping forward to sit in one of the chairs his men had abandoned. They’d left a few files on the table, no doubt related to the evidence they’d gathered on this case. He waved Robert and his legal counsel back into their seats. “It may be awhile. Delta is a bit chatty when she’d questioning someone. You might as well get comfortable.”

The corners of Hammond’s mouth twitched. “I’ve met her before. She’s certainly a well-endowed vampire. Excellent…teeth.”

Meaning she was stacked like a brick house. Luca flicked away his annoyance at that disrespect to one of his agents. A low snarl told him Peyton had heard and wasn’t as interested in letting it slide. Hammond had to have really pissed the wolf off for anything to get to him.

Giving an imperious wave—a ruler to his loyal peasant—Luca dismissed his men. “Leave us be. Come get us when Agent Dubois is done speaking to Cecily.”

“Yes, sir.” Jack’s voice remained neutral. He shut the door behind him while Hammond smacked his lips together as if the Normal was the most delicious treat he’d ever seen.

Luca would bet every penny of his paycheck that within thirty seconds Peyton, Jack and probably Merek all had their noses pressed to the other side of the one-way observation window into this room.

“So you live feed?” Luca arched his eyebrows as if surprised.

“Many vampires do.” Robert rolled his shoulders. “Among family, at least. Reinforces the blood bonds between us. You know that.”

“Hmm.”

“You can’t tell me the Cavallis don’t.” The man’s smile turned sly. “My mother would claim otherwise.”

“Yes, so I’ve heard. We’re practically brothers, or so my dad says.” Luca let the corners of his eyes crinkle, not quite grinning. He shook his head. “Never thought I’d see the day Father found someone else. It was hard on him—on the whole family—when Mom passed.”

Hammond waved an arrogant hand. “My mother won’t have any trouble filling her shoes. She’s the perfect woman for a vampire like your father. She’ll help him get further ahead in the Conclave. It’ll be good for all of you.”

“Yours does have more of a political bent than mine ever did.” Luca ruthlessly crushed the need to beat the man senseless for dismissing his mother as if she’d meant so little to anyone. He had to keep focused on what mattered, which wasn’t Hammond’s opinion on either woman. “I’m surprised Elinor isn’t here today. She seemed very concerned about your wellbeing when I last spoke to her.”

“Yes, well.” Robert shot his lawyer a fulminating glare. “We were strongly advised against it.”

“Ah, lawyers.” Luca shrugged as if to say “what can you do?”

“You were one at one point, weren’t you?”

“I do come from a family of them. My father, Uncle Vito, a couple of cousins, even one of my aunts. Seemed only fitting.” He spread his hands. “We all have to find things to do with ourselves over the centuries.”

“True. This one”—Hammond jerked his chin at his stone-faced legal counsel—“was recently turned by his new wife. He came highly recommended though, so I guess that’s something.”

The lawyer didn’t deign to respond, but Luca guessed the man was as bound to this mess by political ties as he was. Still, this was the opening he needed. He felt his heart-rate bump up a notch, and he got a stranglehold on his control. Fortunately, with the ward against magic in the room, neither of the other men would be able to sense a change in Luca’s pulse.

“I can practically smell the Normal on him. It takes a while to get rid of that.” Luca flicked the lawyer a dismissive look and the man’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. No doubt, Luca had not made a friend with that comment. Too bad. He leaned in toward Hammond, lowering his voice a bit. “Though, I have to admit, I was stunned to learn your wife is still a Normal. If I’d have married one, she wouldn’t have made it through the wedding night as a human.”

Robert squinted. “I thought you had a soft spot for Normals.”

“Oh, I do. They have their uses. But you don’t see me claiming one as
family
, do you?” Luca made a small face and sat back. “And your son was one too. What an…interesting twist of fate that must have been.”

The slight pause in his words made Hammond’s jaw clench. “Yes, well. These things happen.”

“Why
didn’t
you turn her, if you don’t mind me asking?” Luca tilted his head as if baffled. “I wouldn’t think your mother was pleased about having a human in the family fold. And how do you have a blood-bond feeding with a Normal? They can’t exactly complete the exchange. I doubt they really understand the significance of it in our culture either.”

“No, they don’t.” Robert’s lips turned down. “But I tried to explain it to them.”

“So you feed from them?” Luca shrugged. “Well, I guess they are family.”

Robert straightened his tie. “Yes, and family is everything in our culture. Blood exchange is important.”

“With other vampires who can actually complete the exchange, yes, but with
humans?
To me, the only reason to keep one of those around long-term is if they’re your sheep.” Luca leveled his gaze on Hammond. “Is Cecily your sheep, Robert?”

He swallowed. “Of course not. Keeping sheep is illegal.”

“Is there a reason for these questions?” The lawyer spoke up for the first time, as if he’d finally realized that his client had admitted to feeding from his wife, and the fact that she was Normal could make a very big legal difference.

“Because keeping sheep is illegal, as Mr. Hammond pointed out.” Luca smiled, slow and easy. “And we found evidence that Dillon was fed on. So, if Cecily is a sheep…” He switched his gaze to Robert. “Then that would make Dillon your little lamb.”

“Shut up.” Rage flashed in Hammond’s gaze, and if the room hadn’t been warded against magic, Luca was fairly certain he’d be looking at the pointy ends of Hammond’s fangs.

“Why? He was Normal. That makes him—what did you call it? A snack?”

The flat of Robert’s hand came down on the table. “He wasn’t supposed to be Normal!”

“I think we’re done here.” The lawyer moved as if to rise.

Luca ignored him, kept his gaze locked on Hammond. “But you kept your wife Normal, so his shot was fifty-fifty. You had the power to make that not the case by turning your wife.” He arched his eyebrows. “So if she’s not your sheep, why didn’t you turn her?”