“Farr’s dead?”
“Fucked up,” Kane said, opening eyes that had gone watery with pain. “Vampire fucked him up.”
“We paid no Rogue, or anyone else, to harm anyone,” Ethan said. And yet we knew a Rogue who’d murdered, and probably wouldn’t feel much reluctance about lying.
“What did the vampire look like?” Ethan asked.
Kane moved to sit up, huffing through his teeth. “You know what he looks like. He’s one of yours. He said so.”
“Kane,” Gabriel said. A request, an order.
“White. Dark hair. Lean. Muscles.” He moved a hand across his jaw. “And had a beard. Big, thick beard.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
FACTS OF WAR
Gabriel let CPD corral the shifters into a corner of the yard. They lay facedown, hands on their heads, while Catcher, my grandfather, the SWAT team members watched them. The SWAT men and women had weapons in hand, and they looked as though they were daring the shifters to move.
There’d been seventeen of them. They’d come to the House in the Humvee on the lawn, two more parked outside it. It had taken two vehicles to pull off the gate—proving that no system was foolproof.
The House looked like an apocalypse had rolled through. The entryway was a disaster. The front doors were gone, and most of the front windows had been blown out. The stone was pockmarked with bullets. It hadn’t looked this bad since the last time the shifters attacked us. That had been Adam Keene’s doing. And for that and other sins, he hadn’t lived to talk about it.
Gabriel Keene would have much to answer for.
Kane had been gathered up, deposited on the other side of the lawn away from his friends or minions, whoever he’d gotten to follow his crusade.
Ethan and I stood around him, katanas unsheathed and at our sides. Gabriel stood in front of him, his anger unmasked, hot waves of furious magic spilling through the yard like an angry tsunami.
“We were at Bill’s Eat Place,” Kane said.
“Where’s Bill’s Eat Place?” Ethan asked.
“What does it matter?” Kane asked, frustration ringing in his voice. I imagined from his perspective we were ignoring the obvious.
Gabriel crouched in front of him. “I told you to answer whatever questions he asked you. You don’t answer his questions, and I’ll turn your ass over to Sullivan and his Sentinel right now, and let them decide what to do with you.”
Kane turned his brown eyes on me. I let my eyes silver and my fangs descend, and showed them off.
“Wrigleyville,” he said. “It’s in Wrigleyville.” He looked back at Gabriel, as if that might make the horrifying specter of me disappear. “We were having drinks, and Kyle Farr and me went out to the alley to piss. We finished up, and I’m going back inside. I look back, and Farr’s squinting at people down the alley a little ways. Sups. They start walking toward us—vampire and another guy—I didn’t get a good look at him.
“Kyle starts walking down the alley toward them. I’m thinking he’s going to confront them, and I’m up for some action. They get closer. I can see the vamp, but the man hangs back, stays in the shadows. Then he whispers something, does some abracadabra. Draws this symbol in the air, and it glows like neon.”
“What kind of symbol?” Ethan asked.
Kane shrugged. “Nothing I recognized. Some kind of shapes. Square or triangle or something? I don’t know. Anyway, soon as he did that, Farr got this faraway look in his eyes. And then he starts whaling on me. I’m like, what the hell, man? I give him a punch of my own, but he just keeps coming. And the entire time, the vamp and sorcerer—I’m figuring that’s what he is at this point—they’re just standing there with this symbol just glowing. And every time the sorcerer moves a finger, Farr does something else. He just keeps coming and coming and wailing on me.”
Gabriel shook his head. “That’s not possible.”
Kane pulled down his shoulder, showed a jagged wound that I hadn’t put there. “Absolutely possible. Absolutely happened.”
I felt the sharp shock of Ethan’s magic. He’d been under the control of a sorcerer once—brought back to life by Mallory when she’d been under the influence of black magic. She’d tried, and failed, to make him a familiar, but the magic had left a temporary link between them, one that allowed her to work through him and feel her emotions. This sorcerer was using alchemy, but the power sounded just as disturbing.
“Anyway, Kyle keeps coming and coming, and I finally get him on the ground. By this time, Twitch has come out of the bar, and Rick, and all those guys. They see Farr on the ground and these sups down the alley, and I say, let’s get these guys. The vampire says he also took out Franklin and we can thank Cadogan House because they paid for both.”
Gabriel worked his jaw in obvious frustration. “And did he say why Cadogan House would pay him to kill a shifter?”
Kane slid his gaze to Ethan. “Because Sullivan wants control of the city, and he’s proving to you that he’s in charge.”
And wasn’t that ironic, coming from Reed’s minion?
“Where’s Farr?” Gabe asked.
Kane finally looked regretful. “Don’t know. That symbol disappeared, and so did they. When we looked back, he was gone.”
They disappeared him? Ethan asked silently.
Or convinced him to walk away, I said. Or worse, convinced him to go with them.