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I just blinked, trying to make sense of what he’d said. “What? Is she all right?”
“Lacerations, or so the message says. Vampire had a blade.”
“If it’s Elisa’s stalker, he’s attacked someone less than a day after his unsuccessful attempt on Connor,” Theo said. “He’s escalating.”
“Maybe the stalker was frustrated he couldn’t get to Connor,” Petra said. “Tried again.”
“Has the AAM left the Portman?” I asked.
“I haven’t gotten an alert,” Theo said. “It’s not impossible the stalker, assuming he’s there with them, snuck out again and we missed it. Did you get a message taking responsibility?”
I pulled out my screen, found nothing. “Not yet, but it wasn’t immediate last time.”
Connor rose. “I have to check it out.”
Theo did the same. “I’ll go with you, if you’re amenable. She’s a shifter, and she’s accused a vampire of attacking her. That puts her in our jurisdiction.”
Connor watched him for a long moment.
“We’re on your side,” Theo said. “And hers.”
“All right,” Connor said, resigned to his bureaucratic fate. “Let’s move.”
***
Petra took Theo’s car back to the OMB office to continue working the case. We drove to NAC headquarters in the SUV Connor had used the night before, Theo in the backseat. There were no shifters outside, no commotion, and no sign of a scuffle. But the magic that bloomed in the air was powerful... and angry.
We reached the building at the same time a squad car pulled to the curb. Gwen Robinson climbed out, her uniform nearly the same as last time I’d seen her: Hair pulled back, trim suit, her badge clipped to her waist. And that unmistakable air of competence and authority. Which might come in handy.
“You called the cops,” Connor accused when we emerged from the vehicle, that unresolved anger flaring again.
“I asked the CPD to join the investigation,” Theo said, “because one of your people was assaulted. If she’s telling the truth, it’s more ammunition against the stalker or the AAM, or both. But we need it clean and on the record.”
Connor just watched him in fulminating silence. But Theo was unbowed.
“I know you care about Elisa,” he said. “But I’m not the asshole here. Roger and Gwen aren’t the assholes, either. The asshole is the killer who’s doing this, who’s putting her in the spotlight. The tighter we draw this net, the easier it will be for her.”
“And you.”
“Side benefit,” Theo agreed with a nod. “So check the ego, and let us do our jobs.”
“You interrogated her,” Connor said, eyes flashing, hot and predatory. “Like a criminal.”
“Like a party we needed to clear,” Theo said. “You know exactly why we did it, so cut the possessive bullshit. It’s insulting to both of you, and it helps the enemy. Whether the stalker is part of the AAM or not, they both win if you’re off balance. They want you off your game, because if there’s trouble between you, all the easier it is to convince Elisa to fall into line. Or so they think.” He gave me a speculative glance. “They obviously have no idea how stubborn either one of you can be.”
I just grunted. “Should I go inside to investigate this assault, or do you two want to continue arguing about me in my presence?”
For a hot, piercing minute, Connor just stared at Theo, his eyes brilliantly blue and dark with anger. And then he took a step backward, the wave of magic receding once more.
“Fine,” Connor said. “You’re right.”
Theo’s shoulders dropped. “Then I’ll say I’m sorry. Not for questioning Elisa, but that it came to this. That you’re both in this situation.”
They exchanged nods. Not as positive a development as tough handshakes, but I’d take it for now.
“Theo’s right.” Detective Robinson stepped onto the curb, having waited for the duo to work out their issues. “Dissention helps them—the AAM and stalker. You need to be a team right now. A unified front.”
Theo lifted his brows. “And you’re, what, the neutral arbiter?”
