“I guess so,” Cormac said. I studied him, searching for a sign that it was really him, that he was back in control instead of Amelia. His posture seemed more like himself. He smelled like books and leather, a confusing mix that didn’t tell me anything.
“That seems too easy,” she said.
“Sometimes you just have to lay out what you really want,” he said.
“So what,” Grace said. “We go pick it up?”
“I doubt it,” he said. He began scuffing out the chalk marks with his shoe, erasing the circle and then the drawing, until the whole area was a vague red smudge.
She looked confused, and I explained. “We still don’t know who took the thing from the safe in the first place. I assume we’re going to have to take it back from them.”
Anastasia hadn’t spoken through the whole spell casting. The other vampires seemed interested and amused, as if we were entertaining them.
/> “We’ll have to move slow,” Cormac said. “Scout ahead and check it out before we go in. Make sure this is even right.”
That was Cormac. The hunter was back in charge. Grudgingly, I had to admit that they made a pretty good team, however weird I thought the arrangement.
“Part of the tunnel system goes there,” Grace said. “We should be able to get to it, no problem.”
“This time we stick together,” Cormac said. “Nobody gets lost.”
“That’s going to depend on what we find,” Grace said.
I turned to the vampires. “Anastasia?”
“I think it’s a trap,” she said.
“Just like last time,” I said cheerfully. “Shall we get moving and get this over with?”
Anastasia turned toward the door. “Yes.”
“Just like that?” Boss said after her. “You’re not going to ask me for help? For an army?”
“As if you would give it.”
Boss turned to his right. “Henry? You want to go with them?”
“Sure,” the vampire said, shrugging.
“Ah, so now you’re sending a spy,” Anastasia said, glaring at Boss, sneering at Henry, who actually wilted a bit.
“Yeah. But you don’t have anything to hide and he might really be able to help,” Boss said.
They couldn’t do a damned thing without arguing. I said, “Do vampires ever just help anybody out of the goodness of their hearts?”
“Didn’t you know, we don’t have hearts,” Boss said, and he and his minions laughed.
Cormac looked at me. “I hate vampires.”
“Yeah,” I muttered.
Boss shrugged. “If you don’t want Henry along, just say so and you can go on your merry way.”
“He can come,” I said before Anastasia could pitch a fit about it. “Thanks for the offer. I’m sure we can use all the help we can get.”
Boss inclined his head, the hint of a bow, and Henry winked at me.
Anastasia pursed her lips. “Fine. But you’ll listen to me.” She pointed at Henry.