"Yes. Whether you can trust whatever information you get out of him is another matter. Seline got very little from Nadia, and what she did has proven to be lies." He nodded and pushed a hand through the barrier of the stones. Energy crawled up his arm, sharp and unpleasant. He spread his fingers over the other vampire's face, lightly touching his burned skin. Lenny made a gargled sound in the back of his throat, his body jerking in response.
Michael ignored it and psychically plunged deep into Lenny's mind, rifling quickly and none too gently through his thoughts and memories. There was little to be found. Once he'd left work, Lenny seemed to do nothing more than go home to sleep. Life beyond that seemed nonexistent. Frowning, Michael reached deeper. Surely there had to be memories of friends, lovers, even the enjoyment of past victims, locked away somewhere. Something—someone—that might provide a clue as to who Lenny was working for.
But Camille was right. Lenny's mind was little more than a garbled, gray wasteland, suggesting Lenny himself was operating more on automatic pilot than any real thought processes. Michael withdrew and met Camille's grim look. "Nothing."
"As I expected."
As he'd expected. A lot of planning had gone into the attack, and whoever was behind it wouldn't be careless enough to leave vital information hanging about in a mind as weak as Lenny's. "He's still living in that Massachusetts Street apartment?"
"Yes, but I wouldn't advise you going there. It's you they want." He smiled grimly. "Marcus is one death too many. I'm not going to let anyone else fall for me."
"It may be what they're waiting for."
"And it may be the last thing they expect." Either way, he had to take the chance. He'd learned a long time ago the best way to reveal a hunter was by allowing himself to be hunted. More often than not the thought of easy prey led the hunter into making a mistake or revealing himself. Camille raised an eyebrow. "And what will you tell Nikki?"
"The truth." Another thing he'd learned the hard way was that when it came to Nikki, anything other than the truth often had disastrous consequences—like her stepping into the middle of the very firefight he was trying to keep her out of. When she'd set her mind on a particular course of action, stubborn didn't even begin to describe her. But as much as it annoyed him, it was also one of the many things he loved about her.
He rose, offered Camille a hand and helped her to her feet. "Are you going to brief Seline?"
"Yep, after I tend to this piece of shit." She sharply toed Lenny's thigh. "If you're going to search his place, I'd do it right away, before those behind him sense anything is wrong."
"My thinking exactly." He stepped around Camille and headed for the door.
"Watch for traps," Camille called after him. "This is far from over."
"That much I do know."
"And tell that girl of yours she passed."