Susan took the tray and headed back downstairs to their room. Ravyn was already booting up the laptop. When he saw the beers, his face actually lit up like a child seeing Santa for the first time.
"You must have read my mind."
Susan smiled at him as she handed him a beer. "Terra did."
"Terra?"
"It appears your brother Dorian has a mate."
His jaw actually dropped. "Really?"
"Yep. She's an interesting woman. Kind of rough around the edges, but at least she fed us."
"I won't argue that, especially as good as it smells."
Susan set the tray on the floor before she pulled Jimmy's laptop toward her. "So what all did you find in his office?"
"Not too much. Some letters, a few file folders, a couple of leather journals, and the laptop."
And one picture that he didn't mention. Disregarding that thought, she started looking through his laptop file folders, but as she did so a wave of unbelievable pain engulfed her. These were Jimmy's private files. His whole life was on this computer. His tax records, family photos, e-mails to friends, jokes...
Everything.
She felt Ravyn's hand on her shoulder. "You want me to do it?"
"No," she said past the stinging lump in her throat as her anger returned. "I owe this to him."
Ravyn was amazed by her strength and resolve. He'd never seen anything like it. "Okay, while you search, I'm going to call the other Dark-Hunters and check in with them."
She nodded.
Not sure if she'd really heard him or not, he pulled his phone out and called Acheron. As before, there was no answer. Damn. He could really use some advice from the head honcho about how to handle this situation. If there was one thing in life Acheron seemed to understand, it was the Daimon mind-set.
Then one by one, Ravyn called the rest of the Seattle-based Dark-Hunters to find out that they were all on patrol, being vigilant.
The only one who didn't answer was Aloysius. A Scottish Dark-Hunter who'd been in Seattle since 1875.
Ravyn cursed.
"You okay?"
He looked at Susan and nodded even though he felt ill about it. "I think I know who they killed... he was a good man." Shaking his head in disgust, he moved closer to her. "Have you found anything?"
"Not yet. Just a few notes about things that disappeared out of his files at work. Some missing evidence. But no theory about who's behind it or why. "
Ravyn leaned forward to read, but before he could, he heard something slam shut above.
More than that, he felt a wave of mass rage and fear in the air. The scent of it was overwhelming.
There was serious trouble above...
Ravyn rushed upstairs, then froze with Susan one step behind him. He held her back with one arm while he stared through the crack in the door. He could see three uniformed officers and a tall, beautiful blond woman who was dressed all in black with the demeanor of a fighter. She appeared to be their leader. If not for the fact that she didn't have fangs and didn't set off his Dark-Hunter senses, he would think her a Daimon or Apollite.
"What is this?" Dorian asked as he looked at a piece of paper. Phoenix and their father stood just behind him.
The woman narrowed her gaze on Dorian. "It's a search warrant for this club. We have reason to believe that you're harboring a wanted fugitive."
Ravyn felt as ill as Dorian looked. They'd been so concerned about the Daimons coming after them that they hadn't even thought about what the humans could do. A search warrant was the one thing they couldn't hide from. One of the rules of a sanctuary was that they had to abide by human law.