I drank some more water and glanced at my watch. Time seemed to be crawling by. I wasn't sure what else to say to Azriel, so I made small talk with the woman sitting on my left, and picked at the various courses as they came and went.
Frank Logan finally made an appearance just as they started the fund-raising auction. He was a big man with dark hair, a roman nose, thin lips, and a sharp chin.
I leaned closer to Azriel and said, "Can you listen to his thoughts from here?"
"Maybe." His expression was closed, giving little away. After several minutes, he said, "Someone has placed major barriers around his mind."
I frowned. "But I thought the human mind was open to you to read, and that not even vampires could block you?"
"They can't. And Logan isn't a vampire."
A point I was well aware of, so I didn't bother reacting to it. "So how come his mind is blocked? Why can't you get past it?"
"I didn't say I couldn't get past it, but the existence and strength of the barriers suggest whoever is behind them is well aware of just how a reaper operates."
I raised my eyebrows. "Are the blocks aimed at reapers specifically? Because that would mean someone is aware that we're targeting Logan."
His gaze came to mine. "Yes."
Shit. I took a deep breath, half listening to the auctioneer chattering on about the signed, framed football jumper they were auctioning. "Does that mean we've wasted our time tonight?"
"No. I can break the barrier, but not without one-on-one contact."
"Meaning we have to catch him alone?"
"Yes."
"That's going to be hard at a function like this."