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“It’s as you said. There’s no trace of your bloodline anywhere.”
By bloodline, he means my mother. Neither of us wants to say the word, but she’s the only possible culprit here.
“Last known whereabouts?”
“The trail is over a thousand years old, so I can’t say for sure. I hired a tracker to follow it, and we’ll know more in a few days.”
I bite back the frustration of hitting a dead end even temporarily. Not that I want my mother to be alive, but this curse came from my blood—and I can’t rest until it’s broken. “I need confirmation,” I say.
“You’ll have it. We won’t stop looking until we find the answers,” Klyn says.
“And the Crimson Roses?” I ask. “Did you look into them?”
“From what I can tell, the Crimson Roses make up the city’s organized crime. The gang, which is mostly vamps, is divided into several smaller cells, each with its own hierarchy of leadership. They do it this way to keep the lower members from knowing too much about those at the top. Makes it kind of difficult to uncover the identities of the key players.”
My brows lift at that. “Are you saying you couldn’t get a name?”
“Hell no. I’m saying you should appreciate my resourcefulness. The people who are after Tori are the same ones who hired her for her last job.”
“Klyn, give me a name.”
“She goes by Em.”
“Vampire?”
“Not sure. The members I spoke to all gave differing answers.”
“What exactly does that mean?”
He shrugs. “That’s all I know.”
“I thought I was supposed to appreciate your resourcefulness.”
“I’m just keeping some of the mystery alive for you. So you feel like you did some of the work yourself.”
I shake my head. “Where do I find her?”
“There’s a club on the outskirts of the Crossroads. Apparently, it’s a hub for the gang. Owned by some vamp named Uziah. She’s been seen there a few times.”
I frown.
“What?” Klyn asks.
“Uziah. Tori mentioned that name back at her house. From the sound of it, she has a history with him.” Jealousy has me tightening my hands into fists.
Klyn notes my reaction. “You want me to ask around at the club? See if I can set up a meeting?”
“No, I need you here. Caius sent word that the suspect from the bombing is in custody, but there’s still the debrief, and I’m sure there are a million reports to write.”
“You’re making me do your reports? Again?”
“What can I say? You’re the best.”
He snorts. “I’ll try to suck at it from now on.”
“Too late. Your secret’s out. Besides, this is my problem to handle.”
“You do realize her connections would make it easy to set that meeting, right?”
