Alec cut a glance at Jackson, who was still concentrating on the glowing map in his lap. «We’ll have her back safe by five, kid. You need to be here for whatever comes next, since I’d wager you’re the only one your uncle gives two shits about pissing off.»
«Yeah, I get it.» He swallowed. «If anything happens…»
The steering wheel creaked under Alec’s hand. «Nothing’s going to happen.»
Julio didn’t argue. «I’ll call when I land. If you find Carmen, tell her I’m on my way.»
«Got it.» Alec ended the call and pressed his foot a little more firmly against the accelerator. «Her brother’s already on his way to the airport. She got snatched leaving him a message. I just need to figure out how to make this phone pull up the incoming calls…»
No more than a few city blocks now glowed on the map, and Jackson blinked and shook his head. «Give it to me.» He thumbed the buttons quickly, scanning the phone’s small screen. «Lily, Lily, Miguel, Julio… The last one’s just after noon. Diego Mendoza.»
Alec thought his blood couldn’t chill any further. «Her father. Fuck.»
«It could be unrelated,» Jackson reminded him. «Plenty of reasons her father would call while he was in town.»
«Can you find out how long she waited between that call and calling her brother?»
He skipped to another screen. «She called Kat, received the call from her father and then called her brother, all in the span of a few minutes.»
«Mendoza said she called him because she was worried. Either her father said something that reminded her, or he said something that scared her. Otherwise why would she have wasted time calling Kat first?»
«She also could have noticed something fishy on the street during the call.» Jackson laid the cell phone on the console. «I know you’re predisposed to suspect her family of being involved, Alec, but don’t let it blind you. Remember there are other possibilities.»
Jackson was right, and Alec hated it. Cool detachment wasn’t usually a problem, but they didn’t usually work cases with guilt riding him, either. Not since their first, when Jackson had used magic and logic to help him track down the men responsible for Heidi’s death.
Christ, the comparison scared him.
At the speed he was driving, he couldn’t chance a look at the map. «You pinpointed a location yet?»
«Within a few blocks. Can you handle the rest?»
Unless they’d let Carmen out long enough for her scent to linger, it would mean searching block by block. «We could call Andrew. He wants blood today, and this could give him a fight, at least. Is it secluded enough for me to shift without attracting notice?»
Jackson made a skeptical noise. «Better if you didn’t, on both counts. This is a residential area.»
Which was going to make possible witnesses a real danger. «So if this turns violent, we could have witnesses calling the cops down on us?»
«Better give McNeely the heads-up, just in case. He’d want to know anyway.»
Alec’s own phone was still clipped to his belt, and McNeely’s number was — through sad necessity — on speed dial. The wolf answered on the second ring, and Alec didn’t waste words. «Me’n Jackson might be about to cause a stink over in Algiers.»
«Shit, Jacobson.» He slurred the words, and Alec could picture the burly man chewing on a toothpick or a pen, anything to distract himself from his nicotine addiction. «It’s been so damn quiet lately. What you stirring up?»
«Not me, McNeely. Southeast council’s come to town and one of Sinclaire’s doctors has gone missing. We’re tracking her now.»
«Yeah, I got a guy over in the Fourth. You want some backup, or some room to breathe?»
«Room to breathe. No clue what we’re walking into, but it’s safe to assume a whole mess of pissed-off shapeshifters.»
«I’ll send word, but he won’t be able to hold them off if all hell breaks loose. Keep it quiet and, for Christ’s sake, keep it contained.»
«Got it. If it gets bad, I’ll try to warn you.»
Jackson grabbed the phone. «McNeely, tell your contact we’ll be starting our search on Lavergne, near the river.» He flipped the phone closed and folded the map, careful not to disturb the swirl of magic that dotted it. «If you were going to snatch someone, what? Large car, SUV? Van? Should narrow it down.»
Deadpan sarcasm was the only thing holding panic at bay. «Derek’s truck worked surprisingly well last time I kidnapped somebody.»
«Hey.» Jackson waited until he glanced over. «We’re going to find this lady, okay? No sweat. It’s what we do.»
Because it was Jackson, and Alec trusted him, he gave voice to the nagging fear inside him. «I shouldn’t have poked at Cesar. I knew better.»
His partner snorted. «You didn’t do anything, Alec. Unless you think you should have agreed to marry her to keep her family from forcing the issue with someone else, I don’t get how you could possibly blame this on yourself.»
«This is my town.»
«And you’re taking care of it.»
«Things are gonna get worse, Holt. The Southeast council can only stay deadlocked for so long. Eventually one of them’ll get an advantage, and who knows if they’ll be as willing to leave us in peace as Coleman was.»
«Why haven’t they gotten off their asses and picked someone already?»
«What Derek did when he beat Coleman was unheard of. By our law, Derek could have taken possession of everything Coleman owned. Accounts, investments, property. That’s what happens when you lose a challenge. The Southeast council is too evenly matched. No one wants to be the first one to move and risk losing a battle — or being weakened enough that someone else can challenge them right after they win.»
Jackson studied the road ahead of them with a grimace. «What are you going to do if this eventual council leader causes problems for New Orleans?»
Same thing he always did. «Figure out what his weaknesses are and find a way to use them.»
«A solid plan.» Jackson glanced at the clock in the dash as Alec turned toward the expressway. «We’ve got a jump on this one. Fast response, that’s a good thing.»
It would have been more comforting if Alec hadn’t been aware of just how many things could have gone wrong in the time it had taken Kat to realize Carmen was missing.
On the second street they checked, Jackson spotted a windowless white van parked in front of a house that still had a For Rent sign tilted precariously in front of it. None of the houses on the block had driveways, so Alec rolled down his window and inched past the vehicle, all of his concentration on trying to pick up any lingering scents.
If Carmen had been in the van he couldn’t tell, not without getting inside the damn thing, but the exterior carried the scent of unfamiliar wolves too strongly to be coincidence. «This is it.»
«Yeah, it is.» There was a tangible heat wafting off the map now, and Jackson whispered a few words that dissolved the magic entirely. «Want me to create a distraction?»
«Can you feel anything off about the house? Magically speaking?»
«No, nothing. I» He paused, his eyes narrowing. «Shit, it’s shielded. There’s a barrier, something meant to block magic.»
Alec pulled the truck up to the curb and threw it into park. «How strong?»
«Big time. Serious magic.»
«Fuck. Chances of sneaking in?»
«Slim to nonexistent. It’s bizarre, though.»
Alec paused with his hand curled around the door handle. «Bizarre how?»
Jackson hesitated. «The shield didn’t stop us from finding her, so it’s — it’s almost as if it’s not meant to keep magic out. More like…it’s meant to keep it in. Like they’re doing something in there they need to hide.»