“A safe-deposit box key we found when we searched Franklin’s house.”
Gabriel’s jaw clenched. “You didn’t mention that when you came to the bar. When you came to the bar,” Gabriel said again, “and berated me for withholding information.”
“So now you’ve proven you’re both assholes,” I said.
They both, very slowly, turned their heads to look at me again.
“Assholes whom I respect immensely,” I said, holding up my hands. “But still assholes. And that’s not an insult to either one of you. Sometimes you’re assholes because you have to be. Because that’s what’s required, and better you be the asshole than risk the people you’re supposed to protect.”
They both watched me for a minute, as if unsure whether to yell at me or not. Finally, Gabriel relented. “What bank?”
“We don’t know,” Ethan said, then paused before identifying the man who was investigating that. “Jeff’s looking into it.”
“Sneaky,” Gabriel said. “I knew he continued to work with you, and didn’t object to that. I didn’t know it was about this.”
My grandfather walked toward us. “They’d like to begin escorting the shifters out to the supernatural facility.”
The city had renovated a former ceramics factory into a prison for supernaturals, given their special needs (like darkness) and abilities (like glamour). Had Ethan and I been formally charged, we’d probably have ended up there.
“Do what you need to do,” Gabriel said. “They’ve got punishment coming to them, and this might knock sense into their damn heads.”
“We’ll give you the origin story later,” Ethan said to my grandfather. “I know you’ll want the details.”
“I would. The disagreement, let’s call it, is done for now?” he asked, looking between Apex and Master.
“It is,” they agreed.
“Good. We don’t need infighting right now. Not when we’re all on the cusp.”
“Truer words,” Gabe said, then pulled out his phone. “I’ll call a contractor. I’ve got friends with connections. I’ll be sure that they have someone here at sunrise to begin the repairs.”
ded. “I’ll do.”
He watched me for a long, silent moment. “I told you, when he killed Caleb, that I wanted him. I’d say you’ve got a claim, too.”
I nodded. I could admit I wanted my chance at the Rogue.
Our deal done, Gabe looked at Ethan again. “And we don’t know anything about the sorcerer?”
“He belongs to Reed,” Ethan began, “knows alchemy, and doesn’t like to be seen.”
“And apparently has the ability to control a shifter, to make him fight like a damn marionette.”
“Is Kane trustworthy?” Ethan asked.
Gabriel made a rough and ragged sound. “I wouldn’t have said no before tonight. But what kind of judge am I now?” He put his hands on his head, turned around, and looked back at the House. “We’ve wrought destruction here tonight.” He glanced back at Ethan. “But there may be worse coming. It was alchemy? What he saw?”
“The symbol the sorcerer drew could have been alchemical. But there’s nothing we’ve translated so far about controlling shifters.”
Ethan glanced at me for confirmation, and I nodded. “Nothing in the parts we’ve been able to translate. But we’re still missing some glyphs.”
“It may not just be shifters,” Gabriel said. “He’s not known to have any specific animus against us. We may have been the unlucky ones they’ve tested this on. The rollout may be larger.”
“But the purpose might be the same,” I said. “Not just controlling supernaturals, but using them to fight.” Just as they had with Farr.
“You’re talking about an army,” Gabe said. “A supernatural one.”
“We don’t know how long he’s had this in the works,” I said. “But he knows we’ve been watching him, and that he’s been connected to the Circle. He wants control of the city. Supposedly wants to bring order to it. More likely, he wants to unify his kingdoms. The Circle’s got plenty of guns and money. Supernaturals would make a fine army.”