The demon pushed into the house, his hand clamping down over her mouth. “Shhhh, I’m not going to hurt you.”
But his words did no good. Who wouldn’t be terrified of an invisible being grabbing them? When the door was shut, he materialized and put the whammy on her. It was better than a polygraph test.
“Are you alone in the house?”
“Yes. I live by myself since Joe died,” she said, relaxed, her eyes glassy and unfocused.
“Has anyone been by to question you yet?”
“Only you.”
Good. “Did you see anyone next door at any point today?”
“A delivery man. I was going to check my mail, but something made me stay inside. I looked out the window and there he was. He scared me for some reason, so I didn’t go out.”
Perfect. Cain couldn’t read minds exactly, but the vampires could. Anthony could go directly into her mind and practically get a photograph of The Cycler. If that was the delivery man’s true identity. They could ask Tam for a description, of course, but Jack had no doubt changed his look over the years. What the woman had seen would be most accurate.
His eyes fixed on the old woman’s. “You will sleep until I come for you. You will not wake up otherwise, no matter what happens.”
The woman went unconscious, and the demon caught her before she hit the floor. He took her back to her room, laid her on her bed, and locked the front door before going back to the crime scene.
“Cain? Is that you?” Luc called from downstairs.
“Yeah. You won’t believe my luck. I found a possible witness...” As he spoke he moved toward his brother’s voice.
A door popped open with stairs leading down to the basement. Luc’s eyes were wide when they met his. “I hit the mother lode.”
Cain followed his brother downstairs. It wasn’t an exaggeration. The basement was filled with magical accoutrements of all sorts and an impressive array of books, some of them clearly from other dimensions. A few looked like some Cain had in the libraries of his own dimension.
“When I first got down here, it was just a musty old basement, but then this all appeared. Who do you think put up the glamour?”
“It had to be The Cycler,” Cain said. “Any glamour done by the deceased would have dropped as soon as she’d died.” Glamours took a lot of energy to maintain. It seemed a waste of good magical energy for the occupant of the home. “Why would Jack bother if he wants to reveal the truth to the world?”
Luc’s eyes lit with excitement. “Because he’s having two different conversations. He left this clue for us. Maybe not us specifically, but someone from Anthony’s group. I’d put money on it.”
In the center of the room, on a weathered wooden table, was a rolled out scroll of parchment. A magic book at the top and bottom of the scroll held it open and flat. It was a list of the members of Jack’s coven with a line drawn through each name and a date beside it. The names were listed in the order they’d been killed, with the newest addition at the bottom: a woman named Naomi.
Underneath Naomi’s name were the names of the two remaining cyclers besides Jack. The last name on the list was Tamar. Little hearts had been drawn beside Tam’s name in blood—no doubt blood from the latest victim. Cain growled. Why were hearts beside Tam’s name?
“Go look for a plastic storage bag in the kitchen—the kind that zips,” he ordered.
While Luc was gone, Cain took in the rest of the basement. Would more investigators be by to find this? He couldn’t imagine how someone wouldn’t stumble upon it eventually. The basement had to be cleared out, especially the more esoteric books.
Most of the other things looked like your average occult-shop fare. Though, with the possible outing of the preternatural world, a complete absence of occult objects would be safer. When Luc returned, Cain carefully rolled up the scroll and sealed it in the bag. Then the two demons dematerialized, slipped out the back of the house, and woke the old lady.
“You’re a very nice looking young gentleman,” the old lady said, her fingertips trailing over Cain’s cheek when he woke her. “I bet you have a lot of lady friends.”
The demon chuckled. “Ma’am, you don’t know the half of it.”
Chapter Four
When they got back to the demon dimension Cain said, “Take her straight to Anthony so he can get a picture of who she saw. I’ll be there soon.” He’d been in too many time zones today, but he was sure sunset would arrive soon in Cary Town. Either way, Luc could hold her at the penthouse until the vampire king rose.
Luc led the old woman away, and Cain stopped off in his tent and wrote down the crime scene address. When he returned, about fifty demons waited with expectant looks. It was nearing feeding time, and some of them lived in the human dimension, so getting this many together had been a near miracle, courtesy of Daria.
He handed the paper to the succubus. “Go to this address and make sure you go in invisible. We don’t need any witnesses. The victim’s basement is filled with occult tools and books, some of them highly sensitive. Clear out the basement and bring it all to my tent. I’ll deal with it. It’s too dangerous for the humans to find. I don’t want so much as a sage stick or jar of salt left behind. If any humans discover it, wipe their memories and relocate them, but don’t kill. We don’t need more attention.”
“Whatever you say, boss.” She turned to the assembled demons. “Let’s move out.” The others followed her to the dimensional portal.
Cain moved with purpose to Tam’s tent, the ziplock bag clutched in his hand, careful not to damage the parchment inside. The tent was empty, but Jackson and Mace stood guard anyway.
“Where are they?” he snarled at Jackson as he fought with the tent flap to get out.
“Anna went to Cary Town for the meeting. I don’t know where Tam is.”
Cain felt the glow come to his eyes as the fire rose up in them. “Do you understand the concept of what a guard does? Nobody goes in or out without my say-so.” He had half a mind to put them in the caves, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Jackson was loyal. It wasn’t like him to defy orders. Cain took a deep breath and closed his eyes, willing the glow to go out of them so he could think straight.
“Believe me, the last thing I want to do is cross you, but she’s too strong. We can’t control her. She threatened us with energy balls and curses. I could have rounded up more demons, but then we would have ended up hurting her, and you said not to. We figured it was better to let her wander and burn off some steam. She can’t get out of the dimension.”
Cain looked to the other demon, who only nodded to confirm the story. “If she comes back before I find her, tell her to stay put. I need her for something.”
He wandered the desert for over an hour, moving at full demon speed but coming up empty. She couldn’t have moved faster or covered more ground in the time he’d been away. Had Tam somehow gotten a demon to help her? Because she wasn’t in his dimension. If she was out, The Cycler would find her and they were all fucked.
There was only one place he hadn’t checked, but surely the caves were too foreboding for her to enter. It was Cain’s own private sanctuary, and the idea that the witch may have breached it made the fire glow in his eyes. Not only that, her magic stuff was there—she’d be armed. Or more armed than usual.
He put on another burst of speed to get to the caves, stopping dead in his tracks when he got inside. The witch sat on the ground in a meditative posture. Though the caves were dark, a light glowed out of her. Her eyes were closed, her face peaceful and turned upward. She looked like an angel. There was no sign that she’d found her things, at least.