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Emilio and I waited in silence as the heavy metal door closed and locked behind us, and an inner door into Davos’s cell swung outward. We stepped into the room, but the entrance remained open. They needed to be able to get inside in a hurry if shit went south.
Davos was seated on a cot, which was bolted to the floor. He was chained to the cot with a set of arm and leg shackles made of a silver and iron composite. It wouldn’t burn his skin, but it was uncomfortable and couldn’t easily be broken.
Lily had designed them.
Emilio and I sat on two chairs bolted to the floor on the opposite wall, out of Davos’s reach.
The vampire sneered when he saw me. “Missed me already?”
I wanted to throw up in my mouth.
“Where did you take Ingrid?” I had zero chill and absolutely no patience. It was a miracle I wasn’t throttling him right now.
“Who?”
He tried to come across as cool and dispassionate, but I wasn’t buying it. He was stuck, and he might not be willing to answer my questions, but we both knew he had the information I wanted.
“Playing stupid doesn’t suit you,” I told him.
“It’s more your forte, I agree.”
“Tell us where the woman is,” Emilio said, guessing correctly I was on the verge of murdering Davos with my bare hands.
“Yesterday you wanted to know about the vampire. Now you want to know about the girl. You should keep better track of your people, Ms. McQueen.”
I ignored his mention of Sig for the moment, sensing he was baiting me. I didn’t want to let him know what I had figured out in the car. “Then let’s talk about those men of yours who attacked me earlier today.”
He shrugged. “It’s a dangerous city. Women get attacked all the time. I was in here, and I’m sure your lovely detective friend can confirm I didn’t leave.”
Still, someone had instructed those men to come after me, and they’d gotten that message from Davos.
Emilio flipped through a file in his lap. “I find it interesting your lawyer came to see you twice in such a short span of time, between last night and the dawn.”
“I pay him handsomely for his services.”
“And how long has he been providing those services?” I asked pointedly. Glancing at the guest record in Emilio’s hand, I punched the lawyer’s name into my phone.
I could not have been less surprised by the photo looking back at me. Davos’s lawyer, one Beckett Howe, was also a dead ringer for a man I had seen in the old photos of Davos’s speeches in Georgia.
Thanks to his daytime servant bond, Howe looked exactly the same as I recalled him from those photos.
Now I knew how Davos was getting his messages out.
And I had another good reason to not like lawyers.
“I know why you took Sig,” I snarled at him. Well, so much for keeping that card up my sleeve.
“You don’t know anything,” Davos replied coolly. “Whatever you think you’ve figured out, you’re just a fool.”
“Buddy, I looked Belphegor right in the eye while I blew off the head of another demon.”
That shut Davos up. He glared at me, but I noticed he wasn’t in a hurry to call me an idiot anymore.
“Tell me where he is.”
“If you know what I’m doing, then you know it’s bigger than me. Bigger than Sig. Than any of us. It can’t be stopped now.”
“Then tell us where the girl is,” Emilio prodded. I noticed he changed from calling her a woman to a girl, to match Davos’s own phrasing. He was trying to create a connection.
