“You know my chief of staff, Lane Conrad.”
They exchanged nods.
“It’s snowing outside for no apparent reason and from no apparent band of moisture,” the mayor said. “That is disturbing. And that video, of course, is disturbing in its own right.”
He nodded. “Agreed on both counts, Your Honor.”
“And their cause?”
“Both phenomena are under investigation. That said, we’ve just been informed the wards have been tripped.”
Both the mayor and her aide went very still.
“She is back in my city?” the mayor asked, forcing the pronoun through a tight jaw.
Good, I thought. At least that anger was directed appropriately. That might make dealing with the problem a little bit easier.
“Not that we’re aware of, but that’s within the CPD’s jurisdiction. The wards were tripped when the snow began to fall.”
“So she created the snowfall?”
“That’s the logical conclusion. The timing suggests either she created it or she caused it to happen by some other magical manipulation. We’ll begin investigating that as soon as we leave here.”
“And the delusions?” the aide asked, without looking up from his tablet. “Early reports say they’re magical, too.”
My grandfather kept his gaze on the mayor. “We don’t have any definitive evidence one way or the other. But there are indicia of magic.”
“Which are what?” the mayor asked.
“Magic has a unique kind of energy,” my grandfather explained. “A buzz that’s detectable by other supernaturals, and occasionally carries a particular scent. The vampire that attacked Merit at Cadogan House had that scent. And so did these humans.”
The aide lowered his tablet. “The humans had magic?”
“Not precisely. More that it seemed they’d been touched by it.”
“By Sorcha?”
“We don’t have any evidence of that at this time, Your Honor. The wards weren’t tripped until the snowfall.”
“You said a delusional vampire attacked Merit?” the mayor asked. “When was this, and why wasn’t it reported to me?”
“The vampire, by all appearances, was emotionally unstable,” my grandfather said. “He attacked Merit night before last. We had no reason at that time to believe the attack was anything more than the action of a sick man.”
She gestured toward the window. “And now the snow. How are they connected?”
“We have no reason to believe they’re related at this time.”
“They’re both magic,” Lane said, crossing his arms over his tablet and exuding haughty skepticism.
“We aren’t saying they won’t ultimately prove to be related,” my grandfather said. “Just that we haven’t found the common thread yet. The humans’ identities were only released to us an hour ago, so we haven’t been able to research or interview them completely.” He gave Lane a none-too-friendly glance.
“Your office opens at dusk,” Lane said, with superior tone.
“Yours doesn’t,” my grandfather said.
“Gentlemen.” The mayor’s tone was crisp, her gaze narrowed at my grandfather. “If this is a supernatural activity, it remains under your jurisdiction. Lane, you will provide Mr. Merit with information as it is gathered.”
Lane looked prepared to mutter behind her back, but tapped something on his tablet.