I’d seen Horace’s girlfriend a couple of times but still hadn’t learned her name. From the expression on her face, which wasn’t exactly friendly, I guessed I wouldn’t be learning it tonight.
“You’re late,” said a voice from an interior doorway.
I glanced back. Noah Beck, broad-shouldered, with pale skin and shaggy brown hair, his eyes bright blue, walked into the room. He wore a Midnight High School T-shirt, dark blue with a white spider icon across the front. All RG members got T-shirts for the faux high school; we wore them in the rare times we appeared together in public to help identify one another.
Noah walked to the table, put a hip on the edge, crossed his hands in front of him. The other vampires gathered around him, like a posse coming together to battle a common enemy. Jonah stayed closer to me, but positioned so that I stood between him and the rest of the guards. Symbolic enough that I wondered if he’d done it on purpose.
The room quickly filled with magic, and none of it friendly.
“I was at the House,” I said. “I came as soon as I got your message.” I let my flat voice point out the obvious—I could only get here so quickly.
“We haven’t seen you around much,” Noah said. “Except in the papers, of course.”
“Then you know I’ve been busy,” I said, then glanced at Jonah. “And I haven’t been invited.”
“And what brings you here tonight?” Noah asked.
“A threat. I take it you’ve heard what happened last night?”
“Your very public battle with another vampire?” Noah asked. “Yes. Hard to avoid.”
I ignored the tone. “I don’t know his name. But he’s the one who killed the shifter in Wrigleyville. Caleb Franklin.”
Jonah frowned, his expression all business now. He might have been angry with me, but Grey House was in Wrigleyville, which meant Wrigleyville was his territory, and Franklin’s death was a concern.
“He’s also the vampire who attacked me the night Ethan made me a vampire. He’s the reason Ethan made me a vampire.”
The lighthouse went quiet again.
“You were attacked,” Jonah said. I guessed word hadn’t spread to him, either.
I looked at him, met his concerned gaze. “At U of C. Celina hired him to kill me. He made the attempt, but Ethan and Malik happened upon us, and he ran away.”
Jonah’s eyes widened with realization. “You were one of the women Celina tried to kill.”
I nodded. “Yeah. She didn’t succeed.” Quite the contrary; I’d killed her in former Mayor Seth Tate’s office.
“There’d been no sign of the Rogue since he attacked me,” I said. “Not that I’m aware of, anyway.”
“Until he killed Caleb Franklin,” Noah said, and I nodded.
“We didn’t see his face that night. We gave chase, but he had a car, got away. Last night, he was standing outside Cadogan House.”
“He ran,” Noah said, “and you gave chase again.”
I nodded. “I knew he was Franklin’s killer. I didn’t realize until we got on the train that he’d been my near assassin, too.”
“You’re certain it was him?”
I looked at Noah. “Without a doubt.” I zipped open my jacket, and when the vampires jumped, I slowly removed the photograph, handed it to Noah. “We got this from the video. Celina told us the vampire she’d hired had been a Rogue, but we didn’t have any details. Do you know him?”
Noah looked at the photograph, then handed it to Jonah, who’d stepped forward to take it.
“I don’t know him,” Noah said. “I heard the rumors a Rogue had been involved with Celina’s murders, but never any specific leads. When Celina was arrested, the story went quiet.”
“You’re the head of Chicago’s Rogue vampires. Wouldn’t you be in the best position to know him?”
“I’m a spokesman, if that. Vampires go Rogue because they don’t want to be Housed. And for many, it means they don’t want to be tracked. Is it possible I’d know him? Yes. But I don’t.”