Guilty by Association (Judah Black Novels) (19 page)

Tindall put his hands in his pockets. He looked relaxed but I knew better. He was sweating. “Can't argue with the evidence, Sal. Don't suppose you have an alibi?”

“I was home by myself working on my deck. No one came or went. No one saw me. So, I guess not.”

“I saw you,” said Hunter quietly from behind Sal. “He never left.”

“Hunter,” I hissed. “Get back inside!”

“But-”

“Listen to your mother, child,” Chanter said in a voice that was both somehow firm and gentle at the same time. “This is not your fight.” Hunter sulked off and everyone pretended not to notice that he had said anything at all. Hunter's testimony wasn't going to hold up against a couple of fae who had no reason to lie. Any good lawyer would argue that he was just repeating what he thought everyone else wanted to hear. And if I had to parade Hunter in front of a jury, the truth about what he was might come out. We needed to avoid that at all costs.

“I'm...uh...going to have to cuff you. You have plans on resisting arrest?” Tindall glanced down at the wolf on either side of Sal.

Sal patted each one on the head. “It's all right, Daphne, Shauna.” Then, he came forward and presented his wrists.

Quincy swaggered up with silver cuffs that he tightened around Sal's wrists but never once tried to look him in the face. Sal was amazingly amicable to the idea of being put into cuffs. All the werewolves I'd ever seen get arrested had to be tranquilized first. Sal even bent his head down so that Quincy could fit his neck with the silver collar, though he winced with the silver made contact with his skin. When they tightened that around him, there was a growl next to me and I looked down to see the werewolf I'd been playing ball with.

“Relax, Ed,” Sal said and glared straight at his ex-wife, Zoe. “I'm sure we'll get this all sorted out soon.”

Zoe opened her mouth and took a half step toward Sal but Andre grabbed her and pulled her back gently. He smirked and touched a protective hand to Zoe’s pregnant belly. “If you need anyone to testify to his violent nature, detective, you know where to find us.”

Tindall and Quincy led Sal to Tindall's car and gently helped him duck into the back seat. Before the car was even out of sight, I was making arrangements with Chanter to leave Hunter there and go try to sort things out at the station.

Zoe again pulled herself away from LeDuc. “Why defend him?” Zoe asked me coolly. She had her arms crossed but I could see curiosity in her face. “You don't even know him.”

“Maybe not,” I said. “But I know my son. If Hunter says he didn't leave all day, then I believe him.”

“You put a lot of faith in the words of a child,” Andre chimed in with a sly smile. “They say the heart of a child is the purest thing. I hope you're right.”

Zoe looked was unmoved. She was too busy sizing me up, giving me hard, angry looks “You have no idea what it’s like,” she said in a low tone. “This place is going to eat your pretty little face up, you and him both.”

My dear,” said Andre, stroking her chin, “do try not to dwell on old memories. All that stress would be bad for your complexion.”

I wanted to punch them both on the spot but I didn't get the chance. Chanter strode up and crossed his arms, somehow managing to make himself look bigger and more threatening. “Zoe, I swore I wouldn't get involved in this mess between you and Saloso. Do not make me go back on my word. If you force my hand, I promise you that there will be no bodies to find.”

“Are you threatening me?” Zoe said, drawing back.

Chanter’s snarl made her jump. “I don't waste my time with threats.”

Maybe it was the stupidest thing I could have done but I stepped between Zoe and Chanter. “I have some follow up questions, if you don't mind, Ms...” I deliberately trailed off.

She hesitated, looking at LeDuc first before answering me. “Mathias. Now that we’re divorced, I use my maiden name.”

LeDuc pressed in closer. “Unless you have a subpoena or a warrant, she doesn't have to answer any of your questions.”

“It's all right, Andre,” said Zoe, waving him away. “I've got nothing to hide. Ask your questions.”

“How well did you know the Summers family?”

She shrugged. “Not at all. Werewolves and fae don’t interact. I may not be a wolf but that apparently doesn’t excuse me from the same ostracism and afflictions they face.” She glared straight at Chanter as she spoke the last sentence.

“How about Elias Garcia? Did you know him?”

Zoe shook her head. “I heard the name a few times but it’s been several months since I’ve interacted with the Silvermoon pack. I’m only in town to get some of my things.”

“Yeah, I noticed you still had a bunch of boxes at Sal’s place,” I noted. “Most exes I know want to get their stuff out a little quicker. Seems to me you might want some excuse to hang around.” She opened her mouth to speak but I didn't give her the chance. “So, you would deny the allegation that you were ever inside of the Summers' residence? How about your boyfriend? Has he ever spoken with Donald Summers? Been inside the house?”

“What an odd line of questioning,” she said with a false laugh. “I've already told you that I didn't know them.”

“And yet you knew exactly where Sal would be tonight. How was that?”

Zoe shrugged and her voice grew cold. “I know where the pack holds their funerary rites.”

“How did you even know that was happening?” Chanter snarled at her and I raised a hand to try and calm him before he bounded over me to tear out her throat.

Zoe's eyes flashed with renewed rage and, I swear, her blue irises paled a shade. “Because I was married to Saloso long enough to know that you people prefer a fast burial and an even shorter period of mourning.”

LeDuc came and put his arms around Zoe. “Come. That is enough. Don't strain yourself any further over him.” She relaxed against him and then nodded weakly as he led her toward the car.

“Just one more thing,” I shouted after them. “Don't either of you leave the county. You're a material witnesses now. Wouldn't want anything to happen to you.”

LeDuc helped Zoe into the car and shut the door behind her before turning to flash me a perfect white smile. “Oh, we wouldn't miss this for the world.”

Zoe, LeDuc and their Jaguar tore out of the driveway but not before I was able to scribble down their plate numbers.

“Do you think he did it?” I asked Chanter when they were gone.

Chanter frowned at the way the moonbeams reflected off the curtain of dust hanging in the air. “I think that if Saloso had wanted to kill someone, his victims of choice would not have been Donald and Teagan Summers.” He turned to me, worry lining his features. “Go. Find what you can but hurry. No cell will hold him if he doesn't wish to be held.”

If I'd ever doubted anything Chanter had said, I didn't doubt that. I'd seen the jail cells in the station and they were made of iron, not silver. Werewolves didn't tolerate being in a cage very long. If I didn't get a handle on this and fast, there were likely going to be even more bodies. More people would die, all because someone somewhere did something stupid enough to piss off a werewolf in custody. It wasn't a matter of
if
it would happen. It was when.

The borrowed truck purred to life and I patted it on the dash before muttering, “Hi-yo, silver. Away,” and tearing out of the driveway.

It was nearing four a.m. when I pulled into the desolate lot at the police station. There were two cruisers, a mo-ped and Tindall's Cadillac parked there with no sign of Andre's Jag. Or, Zoe's Jag. Same difference. I don't know why I expected them to be there, waiting on me, but I was glad they weren't. I parked and went inside. It had taken me an extra long time to get there because I took a wrong turn and didn't realize it until I was halfway to Eden. Sal had already been put through the ringer of prints and mugshots by the time I got there. Tindall had him in one of those stuffy, windowless interrogation rooms but hadn't yet gone in to talk to him.

Good
, I thought, as Quincy gave me the rundown at the door.
That gives me time to do a little research
. I went into my office and got my dinosaur of a computer running and connected to BSI's databases. Then, I got to work.

The first file I pulled up was Sal's to confirm what Zoe and LeDuc had said about him. There it was in black and white, uncontested on all accounts. When he was twelve, he'd been tried on two counts of voluntary manslaughter. He was acquitted but only because the state of Montana mishandled some of the evidence and a key witness recanted. His family relocated to Texas after that, probably in an attempt to start over. They weren't there a year before Sal's mother hung herself. Chanter, who was his uncle, officially adopted him and neither of them showed back up on the radar until Sal enlisted.

I did the math. He would have been in Iraq when all the supernaturals came out here in the states ten years ago but BSI didn't tag him until he offered what we call a voluntary surrender of status. In other words, he came to us, told us what he was and we did the paperwork. The timing of that correlated almost directly with him filing for a marriage license with one Zoe Mathias. That wasn't odd. The state of Texas required that everyone applying for a marriage license presented proof of BSI testing. In fact, nothing in his file other than the early stuff seemed unusual and even that wasn't too far out there. I didn't have the details of the case but, from what I gathered reading legal documents and such, it looked like he hadn't picked the fight. He just finished it.

Zoe's file was even cleaner. She wasn't a supernatural, not in any sense of the word, and her background check revealed nothing more than a few speeding tickets, a joint filing with BSI for a breeding permit that got approved and, shortly thereafter, her petition for divorce.
So
, I thought with a frown.
It was her that left him
. It wasn't exactly important news but it did tell me the state of their current relationship. He had plenty of reason to be angry at her and she at him.

Finally, I put Andre LeDuc's name into the computer. The only thing that came back was an international block, one that I couldn't get past without sixty miles of red tape and a month of trying to convince the Canadian government that his file was pertinent to my investigation, which I couldn't yet prove. I cursed, printed out Sal’s file and stood to head downstairs.

As if it could sense that I had something better to do, my phone rang. I sighed and sank back down to the floor cross legged to answer it. “Black.”

“I have your preliminary results,” Doc said excitedly into my ear.

“Hey, Doc.” I glanced down at the clock on my computer. I hadn't expected him to call me so early. Then I realized that my clock was flashing three minutes after eight. Damn. “Tell me you're calling with good news.”

“Depends on what you'd call good news. The blood samples were negative for the standard round of stimulants and benzodiazepines. He was clean of anything a home drug test would have picked up. However, I had the lab run another set of tests and got a hit back on something else.”

“What is it?” I asked, frantically searching through the remains of my office in search of a pen and paper. In the end, I resorted to a crumpled post it note and a pencil stub.

“That's the thing. I've never seen anything like it. Whatever it was, his blood was completely inundated with it, down to the cellular level. Reaction with colloidal silver in some samples was reduced by almost thirty percent!”

He went on in excited jargon for nearly thirty more seconds before I got him to stop. “Doc, please. Slow down and explain that to me. What does it
mean
?”

“Well,” said Doc slowly, “it suggests very strongly that Elias Garcia was being exposed to some kind of treatment that reduced his silver allergy. Possibly other symptoms of werewolfism as well.”

I blinked. That made sense. The voice in the vision had said he was trying to save Elias. I hadn't thought of it at first but maybe someone was trying to save him from the monster inside. Someone was trying to cure him. The implications of that research if it was successful were boundless. If werewolves and other shifters could be cured, then why not vampires? Why not
everyone
? It meant that things like BSI and the Paint Rock reservation could soon become obsolete. More than that, it meant that maybe Hunter didn't have to change. I could save him.

I tried to hide the shakiness of my voice as I spoke into the phone. “Someone is trying to cure werewolves of being werewolves?”

“They're likely still quite far off from a full blown so-called cure. At least, based on these samples they were. Still, a twenty-eight percent reduction is a twenty-eight percent reduction. Double it and silver might not even be an effective means of termination. Combined with a treatment of tranquilizers and some advanced gene therapy, in ten years’ time there may not
be
any werewolves.”

I thought about that for a minute. Whoever was developing this cure needed a lot of things. They needed a sterile laboratory and a ton of money. They also needed test subjects. You'd have to be pretty desperate to sign up for an under the table series of treatments that might not even work.
You'd have to be someone like Elias
, I thought.
Someone so desperate to escape the reality he lived in that he turned to drugs. What if this was his way out? This was the hope he held onto. He believed he could change.
But how did that connect to the missing children if at all?

“Judah?”

“Yeah, Doc. I'm here.”

He cleared his throat. “About the Summers' case.”

I sucked in a deep breath and tried to steel myself for the blow that was coming, whatever it was. “Yes?”

“I... They didn't have any family or next of kin to speak of.”

“I'll see to the expenses,” I said. I hung up and suddenly realized how exhausted I was. I hadn't pulled an all-nighter since college and it was starting to wear on me. Still, I couldn't afford to get any rest now. The killer was still out there and Sal was about to take the fall for them. While I couldn't explain why I knew he was innocent, I somehow just knew.