“If we have to lock you up, do you think the other supernaturals will be nice to you?”
The one in front of me—my gleaming sword at his throat—stepped back.
“Wise,” I said, but kept the blade lifted. “Who wants to tell us who the upstart is?”
More looking around. Before they could play dumb, I held up a hand. “If you don’t tell us, I’m going to tell Dante that you spilled all the details about his business dealings in New York. Especially the illegal parts. I doubt he’s going to like that very much.”
“That’s blackmail!” one of the demons said.
“Technically,” Gwen said, “it’s extortion. But that’s close enough.”
“First one who tells us is off the naughty list,” I said.
“We don’t know her name,” one of them said. And like anexperiment in jail room snitching, they all jumped in, trying to be the one who delivered the best news first.
“Not very loyal, are they?” Gwen asked.
“Loyalty only goes so far when you’re immoral,” I said. “Quiet!” I put glamour behind the command, and it took only a bit for the din to die away.
“You,” I said, pointing at the first one who’d spoken. “Go.”
“We don’t know her name. But she told the boss that she was taking over Chicago, that it was her territory, and the boss better step in line.”
None of that was new. “Last night, some of you were going to look for her at the place where you met her minions before. Where is that?”
“Big park downtown.”
My heart pounded. “Grant Park?”
“Sure.”
“I’m on it,” Theo said before I could ask him to warn Connor or send someone to do it, since he and Kieran and the others were also at the park—and probably not in human form.
“Was she there?” I asked, ignoring the worry that wanted me to run for the car.
The demons shook their heads. “Didn’t show,” one of them said.
“Where are her headquarters?” Gwen asked.
“Near that park?” the first demon asked, obviously unsure.
“Does she have social media?”
There were shrugs all around.
“What’s she look like?” Gwen asked.
“She’s hot,” one of the demons called out.
That had me stopping. “She’s hot? You’ve seen her?”
“Well, no. But she had a good voice.”
“So you’ve heard her voice, but you’ve never seen her in person?” I wondered.
They shrugged. “She has people to do that.”
Minions, he meant.
