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A noise at the door. A large shadow filled the door frame.
"Troy," I said. "Good. Keep everyone else back until I've had a chance to tell Lucas--"
The man crossed the room in a few long strides. Even before I saw his face, I knew it wasn't Troy.
"Griffin," I said, jumping back to block Jacob's body. "I--"
He grabbed me by the shoulder and threw me out of the way. I hit the floor. For a moment, I lay there, dazed. That moment was just long enough for Griffin to kneel beside his son and pull back the blanket.
A howl split the air. A curse, a scream, another howl. The slam of fist against brick. Another. Then another. I looked up to see a fog of brick and mortar dust and, through it, Griffin beating the wall, each blow punctuated with an unearthly howl.
"Griffin!" I shouted.
He was past hearing me. I cast a binding spell, too quickly, and it failed. From outside came the sound of voices and running feet, then Griffin's enraged grief drowned them out. A hail of broken brick pelted down, mingled with slivers of wood and stone. A falling shingle glanced off my shoulder as the building quaked under the force of Griffin's blows.
In a few minutes, something would give--the roof, a wall, something. Through the dust, I could see the open doorway, beckoning me to safety. Instead, I closed my eyes, concentrated, and cast the binding spell again. Halfway through the incantation, a chunk of brick hit my arm, and I stumbled backward. Mo
re brick rained down, larger pieces now, big enough to hurt. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and cast again.
The pounding stopped. I held the spell for a few seconds before I dared to open my eyes. When I did, I saw Griffin, his fist stopped in midair. He grunted, then snarled, trying to break free, but I put everything I had into holding him still. Our gazes met. His eyes darkened with rage and hate.
"I'm sorry," I said.
Lucas and the others swung through the doorway.
Evidence of a Pattern
TWO DRAINING HOURS LATER, WE RETURNED TO THE SUV. The EMTs had taken Jacob's body to the Cabal morgue for examination and autopsy. A forensics team was processing the scene. Investigators were combing the area for witnesses and clues. Standard procedure for a murder investigation. Yet every one of these professionals, from the coroner to the photographer, was a supernatural, and a Cortez Cabal employee.
None of this would ever make the six o'clock news. The Cabals were a law unto themselves in the purest sense of the phrase. They had their own legal code. They enforced that code. They punished the transgressors. And nobody in the human world knew any different.
"Do you want to stay with Griffin?" I asked Troy as he escorted us to the car. "I'm sure we could grab another bodyguard from the security team."
Troy shook his head. "They're taking Griffin to see his kids. He doesn't need me there."
As we neared the SUV, Troy lifted the remote. Heavy running footfalls sounded behind us. It was Griffin.
"I want to talk to you," he said, bearing down on Lucas.
Troy put up a hand to stop him, but Lucas shook his head. I readied a binding spell. Griffin stopped inches from Lucas, well within anyone's personal comfort zone. Both Troy and I visibly tensed. Lucas only looked up at Griffin.
"I want to hire you," Griffin said. "I want you to find whoever did this."
"The Cabal will investigate. My father will see to it."
"Fuck the Cabal."
"Griff," Troy warned.
"I mean it," Griffin said. "Fuck the Cabal. They won't do shit until some sorcerer's kid gets hurt. I want you to find this son of a bitch and bring him to me. Just bring him to me."
"I--"
"I can pay you. Whatever the going rate is for a PI, I'll double it. Triple it." He raised his fist for emphasis, then looked at his hand, shoved it into his pocket, and lowered his voice. "Just tell me what you want, and I'll get it."
"You don't need to do that, Griffin. My father will order an investigation, and he has resources I can't match."
"I'm class C. I'm not entitled to an investigation."
