I pressed the appropriate number, made sure it was ringing, then tossed her the phone. Her expression was still a mix of defiance and disbelief, but she nevertheless held the phone to her ear and waited.
Evin answered, and her face just about crumbled. “Oh god,” she said, “It is you.”
I don’t know what Evin said, because it didn’t exactly sound coherent from where I was standing. Quinn, we need to get these two back together ASAP. Any chance of your plane coming to the rescue again?
I’ll have to get another pilot, but yeah, we can do it.
Fantastic. I stepped over the puddle of urine and fecal matter and into the room.
Lyndal’s gaze jumped to mine and she backed away a step. “What does she look like?”
I paused, waiting. Her gaze slipped down my body, and the tension riding her eased. She closed her eyes briefly and said, “Yeah, it’s her.”
I held out a hand. She hesitated, then handed me the phone. “Evin—”
I didn’t get any further, because he was all but crying “Thank you, thank you, thank you” over and over.
“Evin,” I said sharply, even though my heart ached for him. “We’ve got to go. You need to listen.”
He took a deep, shuddering breath. “Okay.”
“We’re sending Lyndal to you via Quinn’s plane. She’ll get there around lunch. But you need to carry on phoning every night as usual. They have to believe everything is fine.”
“But the guards will know—”
“The guards won’t remember a damn thing, and they’ll believe she’s still here safe and sound. As long as you and West keep up the charade, we should have a few days’ leeway.”
“But what if they do realize? We’re sitting ducks staying here.”
“I didn’t say you were staying there. I just said you needed to keep phoning.”
“But caller ID will tell them—”
“Caller ID can be faked. They’ll think you’re still there, Evin. Trust me.”
“I do.” He paused, then said, “When you confront Blake, I want in. Whatever you do, I want to be a part of it. He has to pay, Riley. For you, and for Lyndal.”
“He will. But I haven’t yet decided what—”
“I don’t care. Just factor in my help.”
“And mine,” Lyndal murmured. “I may be pregnant, but, by god, someone is going to pay for what these bastards did to me.”
I glanced at her and saw the fire in her eyes. The need for retribution. And understood it, totally. I gave her the phone. “We need to move. Say good-bye.”
I turned and led the way downstairs. She talked and walked, hanging up as we neared the front door. She paused when she saw Quinn, her nostrils flaring, then glanced at me and marched forward.
Not at Quinn, but the two men. She raised a fist, but Quinn caught it before she could land a blow.
“I can understand the need to lash out,” he said softly, “but leaving a bruise they can’t remember might just undo the mind washing I’ve done.”
She glanced at him, her thin face fierce, then nodded once and stepped back. “Will the Directorate take care of them later?”
“If not the Directorate, then I will,” Quinn said. And he said it with such an utter lack of emotion that it was chilling—and totally believable. “They are dead men walking.”
“Good.” She crossed her arms over her breasts, though it wasn’t an attempt to cover her nakedness. “What next?”
“We’ve some clothes for you in the back of the car, if you’d like to climb in and dress.” Quinn glanced at me.
“You need to put the guards back.”
“Put them back how?”
“The vampire tripped on some loose carpeting going up the stairs, hit the hall stand, and knocked himself unconscious.”
Meaning I’d have to ensure there was loose carpet. “And the wolf?”
“Before the vamp had his accident, he and the wolf had a minor altercation. The wolf was knocked down and smacked the back of his head on the tiles.”
And given I’d neutralized my scent before we’d come here, no one would scent me. “Neither man has appropriate bumps.”
He glanced at me, his smile cold. “Oh yes they have.”
I snorted. “And you stopped Lyndal from hitting him.”
“I built my bumps into their memories.”
“You could have done it to hers.”
“It’s not easy to account for bruising to the front and back of the head. In a case like this, where you’re adding memories and forcing them not to see certain things, too many complications can risk blowing the whole thing.”
“Which is what happened with me.”
He nodded. I grabbed the vamp’s arms, dragging him back through the hall and up the stairs. I was sweating by the time I reached the landing. He might appear to be little more than a string bean, but he obviously had heavy bones.
I dumped him on the floor, knocked over the hall stand, then ripped up a little of the carpet covering the top step. Then I ran back downstairs to grab the werewolf. Him I dragged into the kitchen.
I locked the front door as I came out. Quinn touched my back lightly, guiding me across to the car. At least the ear-splitting music had stopped. “We must find time to undo your mind restraints, too.”
“As I said, that’s not important right now. We need to track down our killer first then confront Blake.”
He opened the passenger door and ushered me inside. “You do know that this time, defeating him won’t be enough.”
His words had something twisting inside, if only because they were forcing me to confront what I’d long known but hadn’t really admitted.
Because the guards inside that house weren’t the only ones who were dead men walking.
Blake and whoever else was involved in this scheme were, as well.
But not via the Directorate.
Not via a gun.
It could never be that easy.
No, I had to kill Blake the same way he’d killed my grandfather.
With my wolf.
It was the only way to keep the pack from coming after me and Rhoan and everyone we loved.
Chapter 15
Twelve hours later, with Evin and Lyndal safely tucked away in the West pack’s heartland and with Harris’s promise to keep them safe at all cost, Quinn and I walked into the day division’s tiny conference room.
Sal was the only other person who’d arrived, and she was working at the terminal and frowning at the images flickering across the remote screen. She spun around as we entered, and her smile was wide and genuine.
“Well, well, if it isn’t our lost wolf,” she said, voice droll but humor crinkling her eyes. “Enjoy your holiday, did you?”
“Totally.” I plunked down on the chair next to hers. “I’d love to say I missed your cheery face, but the truth is, I couldn’t even remember it.”
“I heard that. Shame you didn’t also forget you worked for the Directorate. It’s been so peaceful around here without you.”
I grinned. “So you were bored shitless, huh?”
“Totally. So do try not to get kidnapped again.” She glanced at Quinn, and her expression became more formal—which surprised the hell out of me. “Would you like some coffee?”
“Yes, thank you,” he said, the barest hint of amusement in his voice.
I glanced at him as she rose and walked across to the coffee machine—which was sparkly new, and had obviously been installed during the time I’d been missing.
I’m an old one, he said, the amusement that had been barely evident in his words bubbling through his mental tones. Sal’s merely showing the respect we old ones are due.
I gave a mental snort and he added, with another burst of amusement, Of course, it also helps that she’s been asked to become an official member of the Melbourne vampire council and I happen to be one of those who have the deciding vote.
But Sal hates the council. She said that months ago.