Another rap at the door, this time the hall one.
"Come on," Troy said to Elena. "We'll duck out through my room."
"Say good-bye to Savannah for me," I said. "I'll call you tonight."
Elena let Troy usher her into his room. I paused, then opened the hall door and invited Benicio in. His new bodyguard stayed in the corridor. Before I'd even closed that door, the adjoining door reopened and Elena popped her head through. She motioned toward the hall, mouthing "guard." I discreetly waved her inside. Better for her to go out the main door, and arouse Benicio's suspicions a bit, than have the guard see her sneak from Troy's room and raise Benicio's suspicions a lot. I doubted Troy usually had women spend the night while he was on duty.
"Is Savannah here?" Benicio asked, looking around. He saw Elena.
"She was just leaving," I said.
Elena brushed past Benicio with a small smile and a nod. I held the door open, then closed it behind her and turned to Benicio.
"Now, where were we?" I said. "Oh, you brought the case files. Thanks."
I took the files. Benicio glanced at the half-open bedroom door, trying to see through it.
"Is Savannah-"
"Did Lucas get to Chicago okay?" I asked. "He was worried about being late. He cut it pretty close this morning."
"The plane landed at eleven."
"Time to spare, then. Good."
Benicio slipped a look through the bedroom doorway. "I assume Savannah-"
"Is everything in this?" I said, hoisting the file.
Before he could answer, I walked to the window and spread the file on the wide sill, pretending to look through it as I surveyed the parking lot below. I saw Clay and Elena's blond heads bobbing through the scattering of cars, moving fast, Savannah's dark head between them.
"Let's see. Incident reports…" Elena, Clay, and Savannah stopped at a car. A convertible, of course. A moment's pause, then Clay tossed Elena the keys and they climbed inside. "Scene photos, medical reports…" The car peeled from the lot. "Looks like everything's here. Now, you were saying…?"
"Savannah," he said. "I don't see her here, Paige, and I certainly hope you wouldn't be foolish enough to let her wander around the hotel unaccompanied."
"Of course not. She's staying with friends while I investigate this."
"Friends?" He paused. "The woman who just left, I presume. Perhaps you don't realize how serious this is. You cannot turn Paige over to a human-"
"She's a supernatural. Someone who will take very good care of Savannah."
Benicio paused, only for a moment, processing everything he knew about my supernatural contacts in less time it would take most people to name the capital of France.
"The werewolf," he said. "Elena Michaels."
I'll admit to a moment of disconcertion. The werewolves valued their privacy, which was why I hadn't told Troy who Elena was. When Benicio did his homework, he didn't miss anything.
"Werewolf?" Troy murmured behind us. "She was a werewolf? Shit. Now there's a story that'll buy me a few rounds at the club."
"No," Benicio said. "You won't tell anyone."
Troy straightened. "Yes, sir."
"As a matter of interracial courtesy, we must respect the werewolves' privacy. You may, however, take a few drinks on my club tab, to compensate,"
Troy grinned. "Yes, sir."
"I don't mean to criticize, Paige," Benicio said. "And I don't wish to insult your friends, but I must point out that the Cabal is far better equipped to protect Savannah. You lack experience in such matters, and what may seem like a good idea to you is not necessarily the wisest option."
"It wasn't my idea."
"Then who-?" He stopped, realizing the only possible answer. Then he nodded. "If Lucas thinks this is best, we'll leave the girl with them… for now. If the situation worsens, though, we may need to reconsider our options."
"Understood," I said. "Now, what can you tell me about this case?"
Benicio ordered a room-service lunch for us, which we ate in the hotel room while discussing the case. If Benicio had any problem discussing Cabal problems with a witch, he gave no sign of it, but was as generous with his information and offers of assistance as I could want. More generous than I wanted, to be honest. I was uncomfortable enough taking a case Benicio had brought to us. I didn't want to work with him any closer than necessary.
There were a few strategic moves I could make that made me feel less like I'd been suckered into working for Benicio. Earlier, I'd notified the hotel that I'd be staying on, and asked them to change the billing to my credit card. They were less than a third full, with no hope of major bookings soon, so after some dickering, we'd agreed on an affordable rate. I didn't tell Benicio that I'd switched the billing. By the time he found out, it'd be too late for him to argue.
I also gave Benicio back his bodyguard. When he protested I argued that with Griffin on grief-leave, Benicio needed one of his regular guards, and my own investigating would be less conspicuous without a half-demon shadow.
Benicio left at one. Lucas still hadn't called about the necromancer. While I waited, I read through the files. I kept my cell phone on the desk, checked for messages twice, and adjusted the ring volume once. A bit anxious for Lucas's call? Nah.
When the phone finally rang, I checked caller ID, and answered with "You found someone?"
"I apologize for taking so long. Two of my contacts were slow in phoning back, then I had to wait for court to recess."
"But you found someone?"
"A fortuitous collision of circumstances. A first-rate necromancer who just happens to be on business in Miami this week." His voice sounded oddly strained, as if forcing cheerfulness. Must have been the connection.
"Perfect," I said. "When can he meet me? Or is it she?"
"Early this evening, as a matter of fact. Very fortunate. The only other possibility couldn't make it until Monday, so this is quite the lucky break."
Did it sound as if he was trying to convince me? Or himself?
"Okay, so tell me about-"
"Hold on." A muffled word or two to someone else. "It appears the recess ended sooner than I expected. Do you have a pen?" He gave me the address and directions. "Now, everything's been arranged. Someone will meet you there. They're expecting you between six-thirty and seven. It's a reasonably good section of town, but I'd still advise that you ask the cab driver to wait until you're inside. Go to the rear door, knock, and give your name."
"Speaking of names, what's this necro-"
"They're calling me in now. I have to go, but I'll phone you tonight. Oh, and Paige?"
"Yes?"
"Trust me on this one. However things may appear, please trust me."
And with that, he was gone.
The Meridian Theater Proudly Presents…
"Is this it?" the driver asked.
I leaned forward and read the sign: PARKING FOR EMPLOYEES AND GUESTS OF THE MERIDIAN. ALL UNAUTHORIZED VEHICLES WILL BE TOWED AT OWNER'S RISK AND EXPENSE. Was I a guest of the Meridian? What was the Meridian? Damn Lucas. I'd left a message on his cell, asking him to call me back with more information, but obviously court was running late today.
The directions he'd provided had taken the cab on a convoluted path through an industrial area when, according to my new Miami map, I could have accessed the same street off a major thoroughfare. Of course, the driver hadn't suggested a shorter route, though I had caught him smiling at the meter once or twice.
The address Lucas gave me was right here. The parking lot. What exactly had he said? There'd be a rear door. To my left was a block-long wall dotted with air vents and barred windows, plus two entrances: a loading dock, and a double set of gray-painted metal doors.
I asked the driver to wait, got out, and walked to the doors. They were indeed solid, with no handles or locks. Beside them was a doorbell marked DELIVERIES. I double-checked the address, and rang the bell.