Tabitha scowled as his list ran through her head. "You know, it's pretty sad when I'm human and I can take out more Daimons than a Dark-Hunter."
Otto gave her a droll stare. "You're not out there on your own."
She blew him a raspberry. "For the record, Valerius helps me, not the other way around."
"Riiiight."
Tabitha laughed at his playful scoffing until another thought occurred to her. "What about Ulric?"
"What about him?"
"How many did he kill?"
"None, why?"
None? That wasn't right. "He didn't kill any the night before, either, did he?"
"No."
A bad feeling went through her. No, surely she was wrong.
It wouldn't be possible, would it?
"Where did most of the kills occur last night?" she asked.
Otto punched a key and changed the monitor screen to a map of the French Quarter. She saw the areas highlighted in red wherever someone had died. There was a heavy concentration of red marks in the northeast quadrant.
"Who was assigned that area?"
Otto checked another screen. "Ulric."
She went cold. "And yet he didn't kill any Daimons?" she asked in disbelief.
Otto's gaze narrowed. "What are you saying?"
"Desiderius needs a body... Valerius said back when all this started that if a Daimon ever took over a Dark-Hunter-"
"That's bullshit, Tabitha. I saw Ulric last night myself and he was fine."
"But what if I'm right? What if Desiderius has taken him over?"
"You're wrong. Desiderius wouldn't be able to lay a hand on him. He was a medieval warlord. If there's one thing Ulric knows how to do, it's protect himself."
Maybe.
The buzzer sounded for the gate.
"It should be my sister."
Otto swung his chair around to the small video console that showed an image of the car's driver. It was Amanda.
He buzzed her in.
Tabitha went to meet her at the door, even though she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right with Ulric. In spite of what Otto said, she wanted proof that she was wrong.
Tonight, she'd meet the Dark-Hunter herself and decide if her fear held any validity and if it did, he would be Daimon dust.
Swinging open the door, she saw Amanda getting out of her Toyota in the driveway. She was dressed in a pair of nice black slacks, a dark green silk top, and black sweater. It was really good to see her again.