“Did you eat before they took you in?”
“No.”
“Well, there’s part of your problem.” He scooted me toward the passenger door, opened it. “Get in. We’re going to get you some food. And if you’re a good little vampire, some coffee.”
I wanted to pout—so deep in my feelings—but I couldn’t muster the energy. “Fine,” I said and climbed inside.
***
“It’s ironic,” I said, as Connor drove through the gate that surrounded the OMB compound, “that the AAM thinks I get away with everything. In reality, I’m the first one the CPD looked at.”
He hadn’t been privy to the interview, so I gave him all the details, or at least the ones I was aware of.
“A bad setup by the Bureau?” Connor asked. “Harsh to take out a member of your own unit.”
“Especially with no obvious evidence that implicated me.”
“They’d know you’re smarter than that,” Connor said. “Leaving evidence behind.”
“Yeah,” I said and stared out the window. The city was darker here on the outskirts, with fewer glowing houses and factories closed for the night. “What if it wasn’t the AAM?”
“Who else would it be?”
“I don’t know. But if Clive doesn’t know who the actual perpetrator is, he’s going to blame me. And he’s not going to stop with a tussle at a wedding venue.”
“You’re worried.”
“Concerned,” I said. “And trying to think ahead. I don’t think we should stay at the loft tonight. When Clive learns what happened, if he hasn’t already, he’ll come for me. Even if only to cover what he’s done.”
Connor was quiet for a moment. “I know a place you can stay.”
“I’m not sleeping in the NAC building,” I said. “I’ll smell so much like meat, dogs will howl at me when I pass by.”
He grinned. “Not the NAC building. But it’s safe and secure, and there’s room for both of you.”
“Okay,” I said. We could figure out the sleeping arrangements later. First, to get to Lulu. And as much as I hated to say it, to Eleanor of Aquitaine.
“We’re going to have to bring the cat.”
“That’s fine,” Connor said with a sly smile. “She likes me.”
***
I sent Lulu a message, directing her to an address Connor gave me and offering to pick up things from the apartment. Including, because I was a generous soul, Eleanor of Aquitaine.
Lulu didn’t argue about relocating and had some choice words for the AAM. She gave me a list of personal items to grab for her, but declined about the cat, assuring me Eleanor of Aquitaine could take care of herself for a few days—and apparently confident that I’d be able to handle the AAM before this dragged on too long. I hoped she was right, but didn’t share her confidence. Not yet.
Connor stood at the windows, just out of view of the street, watching for any activity below.
I prepped a bag for Lulu, threw clothes into a duffel for me, and dropped them both by the door. Then I filled Eleanor of Aquitaine’s food and water bowls. I found her on the radiator, tail swishing as she watched me.
“You’ll be alone for a few days. I’m sure you’ll be fine with that, but no wild parties, no drugs, and your curfew is midnight.”
She met my gaze with obvious disdain.
“Good talk,” I said. “We’ll be back when we can. Don’t pee in my shoes. Again.”
I gave the mail a quick scan and found a thick envelope addressed to me with no return address. I opened it, pulled out the thick cardstock.