one look at those eyes before the devil himself pulls you down into the abyss.
Q: And then what happened, Mr.Jackson?
A: [Shaking his head.] The hunger, the lust, it got them.
Drove them. They killed three girls. Three of them. They drank until there was no life left.
The page stopped there. My fingers shaking around the paper, I skipped the chain of command and glanced up at Tate. "Where did you get this?"
Tate met my gaze. "Cook County Jail. This was from an interview with a man who'd been arrested for possession of a controlled substance.
The detective wasn't sure if he was drunk or disturbed . . . or if he'd actually seen something that required our attention. Fortunately, she took the transcript to her supervisor, who brought it to my chief of staff. We've yet to find the victims of whom Mr. Jackson spoke - no missing persons match his descriptions - although we are actively investigating the accusation."
"Where did this occur?" Ethan quietly asked.
Tate's gaze dropped down to Ethan and narrowed. "He said West Town, and he hasn't been more specific than offering up the neighborhood. Since we haven't identified a crime scene or the victims, it's possible he exaggerated the violence. On the other hand, as you can see from the transcript, he's quite convinced the vampires of our fair city were involved in a bloodlust-driven attack on humans.
An attack that left three innocents dead."
After a moment of silence, Tate sat back, crossed his hands behind his head, and rocked back in the chair. "I'm not thrilled this is going on in my city. I'm not happy about the attack on your House and whatever animosity lies between you and the Packs, and I'm not happy that my citizens are scared enough of vampires that they've lined up outside your home to protest your existence."
Tate sat forward again, fury in his expression.
"But you know what really pisses me off? The fact that you don't look surprised about Mr.Jackson's report. The fact that I've learned you're well aware of the existence of drinking parties you call 'raves.' "
My stomach clenched with nerves. Tate was normally poised, politic, careful with words, and invariably optimistic about the city. This voice was the kind you'd expect to hear in a smoky back room or a dark restaurant booth. The kind of tone you'd have heard in Al Capone's Chicago.
This was the Seth Tate that destroyed his enemies. And we were now his targets.
"We've heard rumors," Ethan finally said, a master of understatement.
"Rumors of blood orgies?"
"Of raves," Ethan admitted. "Small gatherings where vampires drink communally from humans."
Raves were usually organized by Rogue vampires - the ones that weren't tied to a House and tended not to follow traditional House rules.
For most Houses, those rules meant not snacking on humans, consenting or not. Cadogan allowed drinking, but still required consent, and I didn't know of any House that would condone outright murder.
We'd come close to having raves pop into the public eye a few months ago, but with a little investigation on our part, we'd managed to keep them in the closet. I guess that blissful ignorance was behind us.
"We've been keeping our ears to the ground," Ethan continued, "to identify the organizers of the raves, their methods, the manners in which they attract humans."
That was Malik's job - Ethan's secondin- command, the runnerup for the crown. After a blackmailing incident, he'd been put in charge of investigating the raves.
"And what have you found?" Tate asked.
Ethan cleared his throat. Ah, the sound of stalling.
"We're aware of three raves in the last two months," he said. "Three raves involving, at most, half a dozen vampires. These were small, intimate affairs. While bloodletting does occur, we have not heard of the, shall we say, frenetic violence of which Mr. Jackson speaks, nor would we condone such things. There has certainly never been an allegation that any participant was . . . drained. And if we had heard of it, we'd have contacted the Ombudsman, or put a stop to it ourselves."
The mayor linked his fingers together on the desktop. "Ethan, I believe that part and parcel of keeping this city safe is integrating vampires into the human population. Division will solve nothing - it will only lead to more division. On the other hand, according to Mr. Jackson, vampires are engaging in violent, largescale, and hardly consensual acts. That is unacceptable to me."
"As it is to me and mine," Ethan said.
"I've heard talk about a recall election,"