"The consortium has armed security patrolling the warehouses to stop the looters and taggers, so that isn't really strange." Especially in this situation, where the abandoned buildings surrounded one of the most powerful ley-line intersections in Melbourne. A sorcerer intent on using it wouldn't want anyone stumbling upon anything by mistake.
"Yeah," he said, his voice dry. "But these particular guards were dogs. Dogs that were big and black, with glowing red eyes."
I blinked. "Hellhounds?"
"If you believe in them, yeah."
"Oh, they're more than real. Tao and I barely survived an attack from a pair of them." And if Nadler—or whoever he now was—had hellhounds patrolling the area, then he sure as hell was hiding something big.
Which might mean our suspicions were correct. The sorcerer had used the power of the intersection to get onto the gray field and open the first of hell's portals.
"And just when did this event occur?"
I returned my attention to Jak. "What?"
"Hellhounds. You and Tao. Details, woman, details."
I waved a hand. "It's not important right now."
His growl of frustration practically echoed the one I'd stifled. "But you will fill me in later, won't you?"
"Maybe." I lightly bit my lip. "Did you uncover an exact location, or was it more general?"
"Exact. A warehouse on the corner of West and Reeves."
Which was the other end of the street from Stane. Maybe that was why the consortium had left him and the bar—the only two businesses in the area to remain in private hands—alone.
Azriel reappeared behind Jak. "I cannot access the site, but whatever is within, it is not the intersection itself. It lies farther down the road."