“Thanks,” I said and meant it. It had been fun to play the badass Pack problem solver.
Connor looked at Dan. “You okay?”
“He dumped her,” Dan said. “Said he was moving on. She was devastated, and I gave her what comfort I could.”
There was sadness in his voice, and a kind of resignation that said this wasn’t the first time Dan had played this particular role. And interesting that he hadn’t mentioned that in the bar. Maybe it wasn’t the kind of vulnerability that crowd would appreciate.
“Take it from one who knows,” Theo said. “It’s her responsibility to move on.”
Dan nodded. “I know. But I enjoy myself, and so do they. And for a little while, we’re both at peace.”
* * *
* * *
Theo called an Auto, headed back to the OMB office.
“I get the sense you weren’t the only reason Dan left Memphis,” I said, when Connor and I were alone again.
“He’s . . . working through some things,” Connor agreed. He put an arm around my waist, pulled me toward him. “It’s been a night.”
“It has,” I said. And as if to prove the point, my screen buzzed. I pulled it out, found a message from Petra.
take a look at this, the message read. no building-owned surveillance, but postage store across the hall had a camera. only takes a pic every ten minutes, but got this one.
I opened the image she’d sent, found a grainy color shot. Two men, both with lightish skin, talking near what I presumed was the coffee shop. I couldn’t identify either from the wide shot, so I enlarged, focused on the man on the right.
It was Blake, coffee cup in hand, and still wearing the pendant. Based on the time stamp, this was minutes before he was killed.
So who was he talking to? Had he talked to the killer in those last moments?
I scrolled over, focused on the other man. And stared. There, talking with Blake in front of the coffee shop where he’d been killed, stood Jonathan Black.
“Holy shit,” I murmured, and zoomed in on the time stamp again, the faces again, to confirm I hadn’t misunderstood, hadn’t imagined a coincidence. But I’d seen the truth. And the other pieces fell into alignment.
He’d said he wanted to meet me.
He had blond hair and a white sedan, just like the man who’d struck Connor.
And now, proof he’d been with Blake a few minutes before Blake’s death.
Jonathan Black wasn’t a vampire, but he was connected to this somehow. It was time to have a discussion.
“Elisa.”
I blinked, looked up at Connor, whose head was tilted as he stared at me. “What did she send you?”
I showed him, but his expression was blank. “Who’s the man talking to Blake?”
“Jonathan Black.”
No sign of recognition, and I realized I hadn’t told him about my meeting. I gave him the update, and he nodded.
“He’s not a vampire, and the OMB trusts him. But he was the only person we know of who was with Blake before he was killed. Someone needs to talk to him.”
“It doesn’t have to be you,” he said, “especially if he’s the one who’s stalking you, or he’s involved in it.” His voice was testier now. “Surely they can handle one interview with an elf.”
“Black said his people owe me a favor,” I reminded him. “He may be more likely to talk to me.”
Connor stepped forward. “And if he’s involved, more likely to hurt you.”
“Then it’s even more imperative that I find him and correct his misperception.”
“What misperception is that?”
“That anyone gets to lay hands on you other than me.”
Connor stared at me, nostrils flaring as he exhaled his frustration. “I’m going with you.”
“No,” I said, put a hand on his chest. “I don’t think he’ll be frank with you there. Or if you’re flurrying magic into the air.”
“Because he knows I could tear him apart with my own hands.”
“That does tend to discourage conversation. I need to talk to him alone. But I’ll be armed.” I thought through my options, had a twinge of anger that I’d been dumped by the OMB. Theo would have been the natural choice to accompany me. But that wasn’t one of my choices at present.
“What if Dan drove me? He’s security, right? But he won’t be as magically hyper. That way you can stay here and deal with”—I waved a hand at the building—“all of this.”
He stared at me for a moment, hands on his hips and every muscle tense. “It would make me feel better if you