Wild Things: A Chicagolands Vampire Novel (Chicagoland Vampires) (21 page)

“But not the fallen ones,” Mallory said. “They were magically bound together into the
Maleficium
. Seth and Dominic only separated because Claudia kept Dominic safe all those years ago.”

Or so we thought. This, I feared, was not going to help Mallory’s recovery—having the Messengers and
Maleficium
thrown back in her face again.

“I’m sorry,” Mallory said. “If this has anything to do with me, I’m sorry.”

Catcher rubbed her back. “Let’s not worry about what she is right now. Let’s think about
who
she is and how we can find her.” He looked at me. “Did she have any other physical characteristics we can search on? Piercings? Tattoos?”

“Nothing. Clothes looked expensive. Hair was blond, short. She had darker hair on the midway. It must have been a wig.” I glanced at Catcher and Mallory. “Can you do some kind of searching spell and find her?”

“Locating spells are actually pretty complicated,” Mallory said. “They don’t work like bloodhounds. Otherwise we’d just use that box of stuff from the storage locker to find Aline. We’d have to have something substantial—something marked by her magical signature.”

If only she’d whipped that expensive purse at me.

“Maybe the grocery store had security cameras,” I suggested, looking at Jeff. “Could you do something with facial recognition?”

“I’ll ask,” he said, already thumbing his phone.

“What was she buying?” Catcher asked.

“Medical supplies—bandages, gauze. That kind of thing.”

“So either she’s a conscientious employer or a zookeeper with wounded animals,” Catcher suggested.

I nodded. “If she’s still here getting supplies, the carnival can’t be too far away.”

“The trucks pulled out about half an hour ago,” Mallory said with a smile. “I followed up with the store. Pretended I had no clue why a woman had wreaked havoc in the back room. Made a few pithy comments about the state of the world, and the cashier opened right up.”

“Cat’s ears?” I wondered.

Mallory frowned. “What?”

She clearly hadn’t spoken to the same cashier. “Never mind. Continue.”

“So, Rhoda—that was her name, Rhoda—said the carnies kept to themselves, but before and after shift they’d come into the store for provisions. Snacks, drinks, deli food, booze, depending on the mood. She likes to travel—she and her husband have a camper—so she tried to make conversation about their route, but they wouldn’t talk about it. Paid for their gear and left again.”

“Even if the cashier had known where they were going next,” I said, “there’s a good chance they’ll change their schedule. She knew we’d found her. Took one look at me and bolted.”

“So where do we think they’ll go next?” Mallory asked.

I smiled mirthlessly. “You’re looking to add to your collection of sups, and you’re an hour from the Windy City, which has the largest proportion of vampire Houses in the nation, not to mention nymphs, trolls, and God knows what else. I’ll give you one guess: You aren’t going to Disneyland.”

•   •   •

We drove sullenly back to the Breckenridge house, none of us thrilled that we’d been so easily thwarted.

As we neared the house, we began to pass cars. A single car here and there, and then groups of four or five in succession. It was more traffic than I’d ever seen on the rural road that led to the estate.

“The shifters are going home,” Catcher said, as we pulled into the driveway. There was something sad about that—it was morose that they’d departed under such unfortunate circumstances. Or maybe it was just the magic in the air, or the growing absence of it.

Gabriel met us at the door, Ethan beside him. We migrated into the front parlor, now empty of shifters, and out of the cold.

“Nothing?” Gabriel asked.

I shook my head. “They’re gone.”

“The entire carnival was packed up, moved out,” Catcher said. “Merit found one of them in the grocery store, chased her down, but wasn’t able to nab her.”

Gabriel lifted slightly amused eyes to me. “That true, Kitten? Did you actually miss your prey?”

I decided not to tell him that I missed her because I fell in a ditch, as that would only add a thick layer of humiliation to the existing regret. I settled for glum.

“I missed her,” I confirmed.

“And I might have found her,” Jeff said, rocking proudly on his heels. “I was busy on the ride back.”

I thought the backseat had been quiet. “Grocery store footage?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He pulled out a sleek square of glass that looked like a miniature version of the screens in the Brecks’ operations room, began to skim his fingers across it. The glass went smoky and nearly opaque, and images and text began to scroll across the front.

“Another new toy?” I asked. I wasn’t much for gadgets, but it looked so deliciously tactile.

He kept his eyes on the screen, but a corner of his mouth perked up. “A portable to match the rest of the hardware. And here we are.” He held up the glass, swiveling it so the rest of us could see.

“That’s her,” I said immediately, recognizing the light hair, dark eyes, dimpled cheeks. The shot, remarkably clear, was taken at the front entrance of the grocery store.

“The grocery store was robbed about a year ago, and they invested in some quality hardware. I told them we were investigating the dark-haired girl with the leather jacket”—that was me—“and the manager was more than happy to pass the photo along.” He lifted his gaze, grinned full out. “He also asked about billing Papa Breck for the damages. Said they’d agreed to pay.”

Gabriel flicked a glance my way.

“Technically, we were there on Pack business.”

“We’ll pay the store,” Gabriel dourly said. “And we’ll remember this incident the next time we hire vampires to do our dirty work.”

“Do that,” Ethan said. “And consider paying us next time instead of extortion. But back to the girl?”

“Her name,” Jeff said, flipping the screen back and typing furiously, “is Regan, and I only found that because she’d been interviewed in one of the older articles about the carnival we uploaded. No last name, no date of birth, no last known address.”

“Much like the carnival,” Ethan said, “her history has been wiped.”

“Indeed,” Jeff said. “She’s now a ghost. Except for the grocery store footage, anyway.”

“Ghost may not be too far off,” I said. “She smelled like Dominic Tate.”

Gabe’s and Ethan’s reactions were pretty much the same as ours had been—surprise, doubt, concern.

“Dominic Tate is dead,” Ethan said.

“He is. And there shouldn’t be any other fallen angels out there. But I know what I smelled.” I’d been held by Dominic Tate in a prison of sunlight; I wasn’t likely to forget the smoky stink of it.

Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest. “Ethan’s told me about this menagerie theory, if that’s what we’re calling it. But Merit said she didn’t see an attraction like that at the carnival. What’s the point of having a menagerie if you aren’t going to show it off?”

Mallory raised a hand. “I’ve actually been thinking about that. It’s like an invitation-only sample sale.”

I got the comparison immediately, but the men just blinked with obvious befuddlement.

“Is this a food thing?” Catcher asked, earning a dramatic eye roll from Mallory.

“It’s a fashion thing,” she said. “It’s when designers sell their samples for a very large discount. Very exclusive.”

Understanding dawned in Ethan’s eyes. “You’re suggesting the public who attend the carnivals are not the target audience.”

She smiled. “Exactly. So maybe the menagerie is also exclusive. They bring the carnival to town but you don’t get in without an invitation.”

“And they also bring the sups,” Gabriel said with a nod. “Not as a carnival attraction, but a traveling menagerie. Same town, but separate location. Secret location, available only to certain well-heeled clientele.”

Ethan nodded. “That could fit. The motive, perhaps, isn’t about the sups. It’s about the ego, or perhaps the money. Impressing the hard to impress with an attraction they can’t see anywhere else in the world.”

Puzzle pieces fell into place. “And with every attack.”

They looked at me.

“Sentinel?” Ethan asked.

“Having a menagerie is one thing. But when you’ve got powerful magic, it’s not exactly a great story to just pluck someone off the street using it.”

“Like they might have done with Aline,” Ethan said.

I nodded. “Exactly. But if, to get the supernaturals, you have to fight for them? You set up an attack, claim your prey that way? Much more interesting story.”

“It’s a supernatural safari,” Ethan said.

“And it demands a higher ticket price,” Catcher said.

I nodded. “It would make sense, based on what we know.”

“So if you’re right, we’d be looking for someone insecure, or someone with a desire to impress,” Jeff said.

“Someone who needs to be needed,” Mallory added, “but doesn’t feel any obligation to follow the rules in doing it. Being popular is better than being good.”

“And yet,” Ethan said, “someone who believes they’ll find that fame or fortune in this fashion.”

We stood there silently for a moment, contemplating that somewhat pathetic, but entirely believable, profile.

Gabe looked at me. “I assume you haven’t yet determined where in Chicago the carnival might set up next?”

“Not yet. Catcher suggested we get the House on it. Maybe we can look at the carnival’s previous stops? See if there’s a pattern?”

Ethan nodded. “I’ll talk to Luc.”

Jeff nodded. “I’ll dig further into Regan’s ID, see if I can shake something loose there.” He looked to Catcher. “I’ll send you the photo. Maybe you can send it to Baumgartner, any other contacts you have, see if she looks familiar?”

“Will do.”

The fierce wail of a frustrated infant rang through the house. Gabriel smiled.

“Kid’s got some lungs.”

Ethan smiled. “So he does.”

“And I believe that’s probably my cue to exit stage right. What’s on your agenda?”

“Actually,” Mallory said, sharing a glance with Catcher, who nodded, “we’d like to go home.”

Gabriel’s brows lifted. “Oh?”

“If there’s a chance the carnival is headed back to Chicago,” Catcher said, “I’d like to be there, on the ground, and get the word out to sups, the Houses.”

“We came for Lup,” Mallory said, “and unfortunately that’s over. But considering what went down, we didn’t want to leave without checking with you first. We don’t want to make things worse.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Go home,” he said. “And thank you for your service. You did good out there. You stuck to your guts, to your heart, and you did that thing you do.”

She beamed with obvious delight at the praise. “Thank you, Gabe,” she said, laying a hand on his arm. “I suppose I’ll see you at the bar when you get back?”

“That you will,” Gabriel said.

Mallory and I exchanged hugs. “I’ll call you,” she said, rubbing my back before she released me again.

Catcher did the manly head-bob thing with the guys. “I’ll keep an eye and ear out in the Windy City. Talk to the supernatural community, see what I can find out. I’m going to have to give them a warning—tell them, at a minimum, to stay away from the carnival. We don’t know that’s how they do their targeting, but it’s all we’ve got. We can’t exactly tell them to avoid harpies and elves.”

“Although that’s also good advice,” Jeff said.

“Truth,” Catcher agreed. “I’ll let you know if I hear anything in the ether. And keep us posted.”

Ethan nodded. “Safe travels,” he said, and they walked to the door.

“How much longer will she work for you?” I asked Gabriel.

“Not much,” he said. “But she’s not quite there yet. She will be tested again.”

I slanted him a glance. “Is that prophecy or guesswork?”

He made a throaty laugh. “Is there a difference?”

You tell me,
I thought. Gabriel had prophesied there was another set of “green eyes” in my future, eyes that looked much like Ethan’s. It seemed like a reference to a child, but since no vampire had successfully carried a child to term, that wasn’t actually a possibility.

But still.

“Two down, two to go,” Gabriel said, glancing at Ethan, a grin pulling up a corner of his mouth. “As you two have not yet solved this particular mystery, I presume you’ll be staying here.”

“We’re staying,” Ethan flatly said, “because the mayor still wants my hide and the Brecks have offered us shelter. In the meantime we’ll continue to investigate the menagerie.”

He glanced at his watch. “But at the moment, I think we’ll return to the carriage house. I need to check in, and we need to get the House started on research.” He glanced at my muddy pants and jacket. “And I presume my Sentinel would appreciate a change of clothes.”

“Cadogan’s Sentinel, if that’s what you meant to say, would appreciate a change of clothes. And a shower.”

Gabriel grinned. “She has your number, Sullivan.”

“And my heart, for better or worse.” He looked at me and smiled, ignoring the mixed company, and sent blood rushing to my cheeks.

Jeff cleared his throat. “So, I’m going to head to the Brecks’ ops room,” he said, tucking away his toy again. “Faster processors in there.”

“For searching, or for Jakob’s Quest?” I wondered.

It was Jeff’s turn to blush. “A little work, a little play, makes Jack a happy boy.”

Gabriel held up a hand. “I don’t need the details of how you and my sister spend your playtime, whelp.”

“And I don’t want to give them to you,” Jeff assured him. “Talk to you all later.”

Ethan and I said our good-byes, but before I could turn to follow Ethan to the door, Gabriel took my arm. I looked up, found his eyes intense and swirling.

“The future I once shared with you, Kitten. Do you think that’s prophecy or guesswork?”

I presumed he meant his green-eyes prediction, and my heart thudded against my chest.

I shook my head. “I don’t know.” My voice was barely a whisper. “You tell me.”

“It’s exactly what you think,” he said. “But there will be tests for you, as well.”

And with those words hanging in the air like so much ripe fruit, he disappeared, leaving me, heart pounding, standing in the hallway.