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.”
Jonah handed the photograph back to me. “I don’t know him, either.”
“He’s working for Reed,” I said, and gave them the details about Reed, the alchemy, and his plan.
I let my gaze slip to the other vampires in the room, who still watched me with some suspicion. But there was, at least, more curiosity now than there’d been when I opened the door.
“Have you seen anything like that? The alchemy? Magical symbols in a room, on a wall?”
No one spoke, raised, a hand, indicated they had any idea what I was talking about.
“Reed is well connected—politically, economically, supernaturally. And whatever he’s cooking up—whatever this alchemy is for—is going to be big. Dangerously big. We could use your help.”
“You want our help?” A female vamp I didn’t know stepped into the doorway from which Noah had entered, crossed her arms. She was tall and thin, with straight, dark hair, tan skin, and wide brown eyes. “That’s rich. You won’t do our work, but you’ll ask us for a favor?”
It didn’t bother me that they thought ill of me, as it didn’t come as a surprise. It didn’t even bother me when she walked toward us, stood protectively by Jonah. But it did bother me that she—and the rest of them—had so entirely missed the point.
“I do your work,” I said, and it only just occurred to me that that was what had bothered me about the RG all along. “Cadogan House does your work. We watch out for the vampires in this city, deal with the nasties that keep cropping up, and handle the human fallout. You don’t.”
“We’re a secret organization,” Noah said.
“Of which we’re all well aware,” I said. “But you aren’t even requesting private access to Cadogan House to attend meetings. You aren’t offering to contribute anonymously. You aren’t offering to contribute at all. Instead you’re stuck on this idea that I’m the enemy. Why would you think you have anything to worry about?”
“Morgan and Celina,” Horace and his girlfriend said simultaneously.
“You know what she’s done with the Circle,” he said.
“Celina’s debts to Reed have nothing to do with Morgan; he was innocent.” Or close enough for my purposes, anyway. “She was indebted to the Circle for millions. Had been for years. Morgan didn’t even know about it until it was too late. But I’ll bet you knew something, and yet you did nothing about it.”
The woman had the grace to look a little chagrined. “That’s more complicated than it sounds.”
“Oh, I’m aware of how complicated it is,” I said, anger starting to build, “because Cadogan House ended up in the middle of it. Cadogan House always ends up in the middle of it, and even when we’ve done absolutely nothing wrong.”
I took an aggressive step forward, could feel them growing restless. “By contrast, nothing is exactly what you do. You want to fix the bad guys? Fine. But you should also be willing to help the good guys. Which we are.”
“So you say.” Horace’s expression wasn’t friendly.