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Authors: Eileen Wilks

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Mark had reached the lobby without being shot. He nodded, and Lily and Rule took the wild risk of entering the revolving door themselves. “This is a good time, actually,” Lily said as they emerged in the small, empty lobby. “You found something interesting?”
“Nothing much on Sjorensen. She was a good student and did well at Quantico. Not much on Mullins, either, except that he’s a recovering alcoholic—that’s how they say it, you know, even if they’ve been sober a long time, and he has. Twelve years. But that’s not why I called.”
Lily smiled. Arjenie had trouble summarizing. “You found something on Drummond?”
“I think so. Maybe. His wife died last year. They’d been married twenty-two years. No children.”
They headed for the elevators. “This is important?”
“It’s how she died. She was killed by a woman named Martha Billings whom Drummond had arrested years ago. Billings was Fire-Gifted and mob-connected, and had a bad habit of burning things down for money.”
“Ah.” Some Gifted had killed his wife. “What happened?”
“Billings got out of prison, partied for about a week, then went and burned down Drummond’s house. He wasn’t home, but his wife was, and she died of smoke inhalation. They know it was Billings even though no one saw it because she confessed. She was mad that it hadn’t killed Drummond, so she sent him a video where she raved about how she’d killed his wife and she’d be coming after him next. Can you imagine that? She confessed in a video.”
“Criminals are often not all that bright.” The elevator doors opened and the three of them got in.
“She might have confessed, but she didn’t hang around to be found. Drummond went nuts. He tore up his office and did some raving of his own. Then he vanished. Just poofed, abandoned his cases, went missing. He’s gone for two weeks, and in that two weeks, Billings turns up dead.”
“That is definitely worth a phone call,” Lily said. “I take it there was nothing linking him to Billings’s death?”
“No, it was ruled an accident. The car she was driving burst into flames. There were witnesses, and no one saw anything except that it was suddenly engulfed in flame. No sign of ac-celerants, shots fired, nothing. The investigating officers decided she’d suddenly lost control of her Gift. She had a rep for doing drugs, and drugs do mess up your control,” Arjenie added, “so that wasn’t implausible. This happened four days before Drummond turns up. He’d been drinking the whole time, he said, and he doesn’t remember everything real well, but he had credit card receipts to show that he’d stayed at an inn down in Tennessee, a long ways from Boston. Boston’s where Billings died. It wasn’t a real alibi, but Billings’s death wasn’t ruled a homicide, so it didn’t matter.”
They’d reached the seventh floor. The doors opened. Mark went first again, with Lily and Rule right behind him. No one in the hall. “That was not all in Drummond’s personnel file.”
“No, but there was enough in it that I knew you’d want the rest of the story, so I went digging.”
“I’m glad you did. Thanks, Arjenie. Feel free to bother me anytime you get a hunch like that. Did you find anything about Drummond’s alibi for five to six on the day of Ruben’s heart attack?”
“He had his teeth cleaned at three thirty, and the dentist says he probably left about four thirty. The agent’s notes suggest he could have gotten to Headquarters by five if the traffic wasn’t bad, but in the end he was eliminated based on scan and visual records and the testimony of the guards on duty at the entrances that day. They know Drummond by sight,” she added. “He’s been at Headquarters for years.”
“Hmm. Well, send me the dentist’s contact info and address, okay? Thanks.” Arjenie told her to take care of herself and Lily disconnected. She looked at Rule. “You heard all that?”
He nodded. “You said Drummond had an attitude about magic. Now we know why.”
“It’s not proof, but it’s suggestive. If he decided once to take justice into his own hands, he could decide to do it again. Maybe wiping out one Gifted wasn’t enough. Maybe he wants to get rid of all of us.”
They’d reached a door with 715 over the spyhole. Lily knocked.
No answer. She waited a moment and knocked again. She’d been reluctant to call ahead. Too easy for Sjorensen to turn her down. “Damn. Guess we’ll have to try back later.”
“Lily. Step aside a moment, please.”
Something in Rule’s voice kept her from asking why. She moved away from the door. He moved up—and put his face next to the crack where the door met the frame. Slowly he crouched, sniffing all along that crack. He straightened and turned. “I smell blood.”
She dug in her purse with one hand. Pulled out her weapon with the other. And elbowed him aside.
To her surprise, he let her. “Anna!” she called loudly, banging on the door with the hand that held her weapon. “Anna, are you okay?”
No answer. She wasn’t expecting one. The hand groping madly in her purse connected with what she wanted. She pulled out a single latex glove, handed her weapon to Rule, and tugged the glove on. “Anna!” she called again, even louder. “I have reason to suspect you’re injured. If you don’t respond, I will force entry.”
Weapon ready in her right hand, she reached for the doorknob with her gloved left hand. The door had a key card lock like a hotel and the light was red, so she was startled when the knob turned. She swung the door open—and quickly, before the two lupi could shove her aside, she stepped in.
A short entry hall, angling almost immediately to the left. Blank wall dead ahead. Drops of dried blood on the pale beige carpet. And a very stubborn, very fast man dodging around her to run inside.
“Stay back,” she ordered Mark without knowing if he’d obey, and she followed as quickly as her merely human self could, weapon out.
On the left, a kitchenette. Directly ahead a single room—bed to one side, couch, desk, and tiny two-person table on the other. Big windows with the drapes closed. And a nice, reddish-brown stain on the carpet directly in front of her.
No body. No signs of a fight, aside from the blood.
Rule was moving quickly through the small space, pausing here and there to listen and sniff. Making sure they were alone, she supposed. Mark—wonder of wonders—had stayed out, guarding the door. Lily crouched and studied the bloodstain.
It wasn’t fresh, but the center looked to still be damp. There was some spatter. She tilted her head. She was no expert, but that didn’t look like spray from a bullet. “You smell gunpowder?” she called. Rule had vanished into the tiny bathroom.
“No.”
The wound hadn’t spurted. There was just that bit of spatter. Head wound, maybe? It looked like the victim had been struck, staggered a step or two, then fallen to the floor. The biggest spot would be where she’d lain, unmoving, her blood soaking into the carpet.
Lily turned her head. Brown spots led away, as if the wound had still been dripping when the victim was carried out. Or walked out on her own? “Can you tell for sure if that’s Sjorensen’s blood?”
He came out of the small bathroom. “Probably. I’ll need to get close.”
“Just don’t touch it.”
He came and knelt near to the stain, bent, and sniffed. Held still a moment, his mouth slightly open. “This is Anna’s blood.”
“There’s a trail leading to the door. Drops of blood. I don’t know if it’s enough to suggest she was still alive then, her heart still pumping, but maybe. Maybe she was. What I’d like to know is if she walked out or was carried. Can you tell by sniffing?”
“Not in this form. Probably not as a wolf, either. There are other smells here.” He sniffed the carpet again, this time a couple feet away from the bloodstain, then shifted position and did it again. “Mostly it’s Anna, but two of the not-Anna scents are recent. I don’t see how I could tell if they carried her out, though. They walked in, walked around, and walked out, but I can’t say if they were carrying her.”
“Okay.” She took out her phone. “You want to have not been here?”
His eyebrows snapped down. “What?”
“I’m calling Croft. Maybe I should call the locals, but Croft can get everything rolling quickly, and speed is important. She might still be alive. But that means we’ll be stuck here awhile. It might be that you and Scott dropped me and Mark off. You never came in. You’re on your way to the Twelfth Street Kitchen right now.”
“We’re not separating. If you’re here, so am I.”
She gave up and called it in.
THIRTY-THREE
 
 
RULE
did not hit or harm any cops in the next few hours. Not Special Agent Ron Fielding of the FBI. Not Sergeant Willy Spaulding of the Washington Police Department, either, and that took more willpower. As Lily said at one point, Spaulding might not be an asshole, but he did a damn fine impression of one.
Lily had wanted Rule to leave, to stay free to continue their own investigation. It made sense. Rule hadn’t even considered doing so. He’d abandoned her once to get Ruben away, and she’d been arrested, locked up. It didn’t matter that his leaving hadn’t caused her arrest, and his presence couldn’t have averted it. He couldn’t abandon her again.
They did end up separated for a while. Two sets of law enforcement wanted to question them, and the federal contingent, at least, was smart enough to separate them for that. The FBI claimed a meeting room on the second floor to coordinate their investigation; Rule was questioned there while Lily was questioned elsewhere. The two of them were then stashed in the manager’s office next door to the meeting room.
The separation was probably good policy, but it came too late. They’d discussed the situation by the time Agent Fielding arrived. Lily didn’t want to call her lawyer; she wanted Anna found, and intended to cooperate as fully as possible. She warned Rule then that she’d be a suspect. Croft had told her not to reveal anything about the Bixton investigation, but Lily’s arrest was not a secret. It was quickly obvious that Fielding knew about it and what role Anna’s actions had played.
Fielding didn’t know Lily, and it was his job to speculate. Maybe Lily had suspected Anna of setting her up and had gone to confront her; the argument escalated, and Anna ended up dead. Lily then got rid of the body—probably with Rule’s help, since Anna Sjorensen outweighed Lily. Lily was alibied for almost the entire day by Mark, Scott, Cullen, and some of the others, but Fielding assumed that Rule’s people would lie if he told them to. As, of course, they would.
But Fielding was both professional and reasonable, and it was a stretch to suspect that Lily had not only killed Anna and enlisted Rule to get rid of the body, but had gone on to stage an elaborate discovery of the scene a few hours later. What was the point? Lily might be a suspect, but mostly because she couldn’t be crossed off the list altogether. After a couple hours he was ready to let them go.
Detective Spaulding was neither reasonable nor professional. Mostly he was pissed. The feds should’ve called him right away, not waited forty damn minutes. The feds were holding out on him. The feds thought they could come in and take over when this was by damn his city, his case, and he wasn’t going to put up with it. Add Lily’s recent arrest to that mountain of attitude, and he was convinced that either Lily had killed Anna or Rule had done it for her. He didn’t seem to need a reason—and, since the feds were indeed holding out on him, he didn’t have one. Lily was a fed and Rule was a werewolf. That was enough for him.
Unfortunately for the detective, he lacked a body. It was hard to build a case without one.
The afternoon wasn’t entirely wasted. Rule had his phone and could tend to some business while he waited. Plus humans constantly forgot that lupi had good ears, and the little office where Rule spent most of that time abutted on the meeting room. Rule heard a great deal about what went on with the federal part of the investigation.
Not only had they not found a body—they hadn’t found anything. The knock-on-doors didn’t turn up anyone who’d seen or heard anything suspicious. There were no fingerprints on the doorknob, and several surfaces inside the apartment had been wiped, too.
He reported all that to Lily as they finally headed back to the house. “Anna’s attackers were lucky,” he finished. “They seem to have carried her out of there without attracting any notice.”

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