you were looking for him?” she asks. “That night on the ramparts? Because of a Visiting?”
“Sort of…”
Penny and Baz keep adding notes to the board. They’re fighting over the dry-erase marker. I feel like I should stay sitting with Agatha, and answer her questions, but she doesn’t say any more. And she still won’t drink any tea.
Penny drills Baz until she finds out about Fiona’s school memory book, then she wants to see it. Then Penny and Agatha spend an hour poring over the pictures.
Baz’s stepmum brings us sandwiches. When she walks in, Baz and Penny move to block the whiteboard—Baz, looking cool; Penny, looking like she has a terrible secret.
I try to convince them that it’s stupid to have all our notes out in the open, and that we should erase the whiteboard now, but they’re both addicted to the thing.
Then Baz’s dad comes home from work. He still seems confounded by my presence, but he’s thrilled to meet Penny and Agatha—even though I know he doesn’t get along with their parents. Maybe he just has nice manners. Baz keeps rolling his eyes.
By late afternoon, we’re all cream-crackered, and we haven’t made any real progress. Even Penny has abandoned the whiteboard.
I’m still sitting next to Agatha on the couch. Baz is sitting in a stuffed chair, across from us; I think Agatha and I are both watching him, but he rarely looks our way.
Penelope slumps down onto the arm of Baz’s chair. I see his nostrils twitch, but he doesn’t pull away. I guess he’s gone this long without eating anyone, so I’m not going to be bothered about it.
“We have to go back to Nicodemus,” Penny says. “It’s what Headmistress Grimm-Pitch told us to do.”
“We can’t compel him,” I say, “and he’s not gonna tell us anything.”
“Maybe you guys didn’t ask nicely enough,” she says, waggling her eyebrows.
“Corking idea, Penelope,” Baz says. “We’ll have you seduce him.”
“No,” I say.
“I was thinking Agatha…,” Penny says.
“I’m not even here,” Agatha says. “When you’re all put on trial before the Coven, I wasn’t here.”
“We haven’t broken any laws,” I object.
“Oh, like that matters,” she says.
“Hear, hear,” Baz agrees. “You know, I’ve always expected to be tried unfairly before the Coven someday, but I never thought I’d be in such good company.”
“Nobody’s seducing a vampire,” I say.
Baz frowns at me.
“Unless,” I say, “we could convince your aunt—”
“No.”
“I don’t know how you’re going to get this vampire to confess to murder,” Agatha says flatly, “when you can’t even get Baz to tell you where he was for two months.”
“He was ill,” Penny says. She turns to Baz. “Weren’t you? You said you were ill. You certainly looked ill.”
“He wasn’t ill,” Agatha says. “Dev said he was missing.”
Baz’s lip curls. “Dev told you that?”
“I told you your relatives are betrayers,” Penny says.
Baz sneers some more. “He only told Agatha because he has a dirty crush on her.”
“See,” Penny says, “I told you we could use Agatha to seduce people.”
“You said you were ill,” I say to Baz.
He looks at me, narrows his eyes into a glare, then looks away. “I was ill,” he says, crossing one leg over the other and smoothing out his dark trousers. “But I was also missing.”
“Where were you?” I demand.
He meets my eyes again, still glaring, “I really don’t think this is relevant—”
“Everything is relevant,” Penny says.
“I—” He clears his throat and looks down at his knees. “—was kidnapped.”
I sit up. “Kidnapped?”
“Kidnapped,” he repeats, then clears his throat again. “By numpties.”
“Numpties?” Penny says. “Was it an accident? Did they mistake you for a hot water bottle?”
“They put a bag over my head while I was leaving the club, actually.”
Agatha sits up. “You were kidnapped at the club?”
“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” I ask.
“Well, I tried,” he says. “I guess nobody heard me shouting from inside the coffin.”
I’m still holding a sandwich. I drop it. “The numpties kept you in a coffin? For two months?”
“Six weeks,” he mutters. “And I think they thought they were doing me a favor, with the coffin.…”
Penny shoves his shoulder. “Basil. Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Why didn’t I tell you?” He’s glaring at her now. “Think about it: Who would pay numpties to kidnap the heir to the House of Pitch? Who has it out for my family right now? Who’s raided my house twice in the last month—who threw my cousin in a tower?”
“Not the Mage,” I say.
“Of course the Mage!” Baz has got both his hands in his pockets, and he’s leaning forward