A debriefing. No matter how gentle the questioner, the government wanted an accounting. For the next half hour, she related the events of the past forty-eight hours. The numerous calls, the false trails laid by both sides, and eventually the recovery of Steffan.

“You say the kidnapper just let him go?” Horatio’s face was impassive.

“He did.” Ari frowned in thought. “I don’t think he ever intended to kill anyone, and he ran out of other options.”

“And you traded his freedom for Steffan?”

Her response was clipped. “I traded the other four wolves for Steffan. The leader wasn’t part of the deal. He escaped on his own.”

“I see. My employer may take a skeptical view of your solution. But I suppose you know that.” She didn’t like the knowing quirk of Horatio’s bushy brow.

“Are you suggesting I allowed him to escape, that it was deliberate?”

“Was it?”

“No.” When Horatio waited for her to elaborate, she added, “He’d planned ahead. But I’m not too worried that he got away. I don’t think Steffan was either. This guy’s not a terrorist, Horatio, and he didn’t kill anyone. I hold him responsible for Lilith killing one of his people, but he’ll have to live with that. Your boss should let the wolves handle it from here.”

“I heard Steffan could not identify him.”

“That’s true. He didn’t get a look at the kidnapper’s face. The guy was careful, kept his identity hidden.”

“I almost hate to ask, but do you know who he is?”

Ari sucked in her breath. She didn’t want to answer that. “I have some ideas…”

“That you’re not willing to share,” he finished.

“Not officially. I don’t think this is a matter for your agency to settle. They’d only be interfering…but I could use a favor, a personal favor. Nothing official, you understand.” She handed him a slip of paper with a name on it. “I’d like you to check out this name, see if it appears anywhere it shouldn’t. In particular, I’d like to know this person’s movements during the past two weeks.”

Jones glanced at the paper, folded it, and placed it in his pocket. “What do I receive in return?”

“If I’m right, you’ll have the personal satisfaction of knowing the answer. And my thanks.” She gave him a steady look. “I promise I’ll share the name with the wolf authorities who can protect the interests of the coalition.”

“A fair solution. In my day, I’ve done favors for less.” Horatio smiled and patted his pocket. “Leave it to me. Now, what’s happening with the vote? Is Steffan still the tie breaker?”

“They’re still split. Steffan could break the tie, but he’s worried that will leave the coalition in a weakened position, without full support from everyone. So they’ve taken a break. Steffan is resting up, and the other leaders have gone home to discuss and consider their vote. They’ll be back in Riverdale on Monday for a final tally.”

Horatio patted his pocket again. “Will this make a difference?”

“I think it will.”

“Then I’ll make sure you have an answer before Monday.”

“Now it’s your turn. I want to hear everything about your meetings with Tobias.”

Punctuated by a lot of chuckles and hand gestures, Jones regaled her with Tobias’s posturing and blustering, his red-faced explosion at the wolves’ escape from the resort, Jones’s pretense to share his indignation and finally the last phone call that resulted in Tobias’s scurrying off to Chicago to protect his files.

“I have made a call to the IRS. They’ll be contacting him about a review of his last three years of tax returns.”

“Awesome,” Ari said with a satisfied smile. “No less than he deserves. You were a champ to step in like you did.”

“A pleasure. I rather enjoyed myself and am sorry our adventure is over.” He glanced at her. “But it isn’t for you. Now you’re off to rescue your vampire friends.”

She let out a short laugh. “I wouldn’t say that. They’ve survived for centuries without me. But I’d like to be there to see them win.” All true, except this time Ari sensed she was needed.

She lay back and pretended to sleep. Already swamped with guilt, she didn’t want to discuss Andreas or Toronto with Jones. But the moment her mind wasn’t actively engaged with other things, an overwhelming urgency enveloped her. Couldn’t this plane go any faster?

Horatio seemed to understand. He left her alone, and the monotonous droning of the plane allowed her to doze off and on. Ari woke and said good-bye to him when she and Lilith deplaned to switch flights. They had a two-hour layover. Lilith grabbed something to eat, and Ari fidgeted until it was time for the next flight. Once on board, Ari finally fell into a deep sleep for the last leg of the trip.

* * *

One moment Ari was sleeping on board a plane at 35,000 feet; the next instant, she was looking at the dark, unfamiliar streets of a large metropolis. Somehow she knew she was tracking someone, a primordial hunt, and the creatures she sought were about a block ahead. She sensed her prey, three of them, but most clearly she could smell them. Vampires.

For a moment Ari was confused. Why weren’t her witch senses sounding an alarm? Why could she hardly feel her magic? Yet, magic was all around her. And why was the scent of the vampires so overwhelming from a block away? With a start, she realized other senses were uber-heightened, too. Her eyes saw a kaleidoscope of things she’d never noticed before. A spider on the wall. She heard the legs scraping against the brick. The sound of the wind made music on the spider web.

She forgot about the spider as her blood grew heated and a potent urge drew her down the street. She heard furtive movement beside her and realized she had two companions, friends she sensed, who moved as swiftly, as silently and with a similar sense of purpose. They covered the ground in flashes of speed, darting into cover to avoid detection.

The street was crowded. Bar crowd. She had entered an entertainment district. Flashing neon lights, loud music spilling out whenever doors opened. People celebrating. A drunken individual here and there, smelling of cheap whiskey. The mingled odors of human sweat and yeasty beer floated from the doorways. The growing street crowd finally forced her and her two companions to slow their pace in order to avoid attracting too much attention.

The vampires ahead of them turned into a narrow side street, and Ari—or the body that was Ari but not Ari—slowed, as she approached the corner.

Her confusion was turning to fear. What the hell had happened to her? Where was she? Who was she?

Stopping abruptly, she edged forward to peer around the corner and saw her prey. Yes, three male vampires. They hadn’t noticed her presence yet. But why was she tracking them? She waited until they disappeared around the next corner, then she and her companions followed.

She flew down the alley, feet barely touching the pavement, moving with a blinding speed she’d never experienced. Doorways rushed past in a blur. She halted at the next street to check the vamps’ current location.

Ari spotted her quarry crossing the pavement into a small city park, filled with trees, mostly barren at this time of year. The leaves on the ground gave off a musty odor. She heard the mice in the dead grass, the birds fluffing their feathers as they settled in the trees, their hearts beating: a-rat-a-tat-tat. The vamps ahead slowed their pace, moving in and out of the park’s trees. Her nostrils flared. Her mind spiked hot with a rage that was more than her own. The vampires were blood-hunting—tracking humans.

The rogues were so intensely focused they still didn’t know they were also being hunted. Ari and her companions fanned out, slipping from cover to cover, following behind the vampires’ steps, yet forming a larger net.

Voices rose from somewhere ahead, and a new scent wafted in her direction. Humans. Hearts thudding, blood pumping, a male and a female. The vampires had found their victims.

She saw the young couple enter the park and walk directly toward the rogue hunters. Ari took advantage of the overpowering human scent to cover her approach and lengthened her stride, pulling up short of the walkway. Her companions circled through the trees to the other side of the developing scene.

The tall, blond, male vampire approached the couple, and they stopped. The other rogues moved in from behind, trapping them in a triangle. Suddenly alarmed, the young humans tried to ease past the blond, but he stepped directly into their path.

“Going somewhere?” he asked.

“We don’t want any trouble.” The young man grabbed the girl’s hand. “We’d just like to pass.”

“Don’t think I can allow that. What do you think, Barnabas?”

The dark, more muscular of his two companions was the one who answered. “I think they should stay. It’ll be fun.”

“At least for us,” the third vamp added with a mocking laugh. He was shorter and stocky. His broad face was dominated by a wide, flat nose. Becoming a vampire had not improved his looks.

“What do you want?” the young man asked, a crack in his voice betraying him. “If it’s money, I don’t have much, but you can have it.”

“Oh, no, not money.” The blond’s smile was cold, calculating. “You have something much more precious. My friends and I are thirsty.”

“That’s not funny. Leave us alone.” The young woman spoke for the first time and tried to push forward.

The blond blocked her path again, and Barnabas grabbed her from behind.

“Let me go,” she shrieked, flailing her arms and trying to kick him.

Ari stepped out of the shadows. Before the young man had a chance to react and get himself into real trouble, she spoke—in a voice that definitely wasn’t hers.

“Damion. What a surprise to run into you tonight…and in the company of Norton and Barnabas.”

The vampires whirled toward the voice, then froze as Ari’s companions stepped into view from behind them. She was startled to see the new faces. Gabriel! The vampire with him was an unknown. How had she known to call the blond vampire Damion? She tried to wrap her head around the situation. Another person or part of her was talking with the rogues. Had she been possessed? Transformed in some way?