“You like her,” Sara said, incredulous.
Deacon stroked the dog’s heaving sides. “What’s not to like? She’s loyal, and she’s strong. If I have to execute Timothy, she’ll miss her master.”
“You’d adopt her, wouldn’t you?” She shook her head. “There go your chances of ever again getting a girl.”
He raised his head, looking at her in that intent way of his. “Not a fan?”
“She’s got nine-inch fangs.” Only a slight exaggeration. “A woman would have to love you an incredible amount to put up with that kind of competition.” She jerked her head toward the building on the other side of the mountain of scrap metal and God knew what else. “Yes?”
“Let’s go. Tranq will keep Lucy out for a while.”
Lucy?
They took their time finding a path through the junk, checking for booby traps in the process. When they finally reached the tumbledown shack that Timothy called home, it was to discover the place empty. A little breaking and entering later, they were inside, but saw nothing even close to a smoking gun. The fact that Tim wasn’t home meant nothing-hunters kept irregular hours as a rule.
She watched as Deacon took something from his pocket and placed it on the bottoms of all the shoes he could locate. “Transmitters,” he told her. “ Battery life of about two days. So if there’s a kill in that period, and he wears a pair I’ve tagged, I’ll be able to trace his movements.”
“Who’s next on the list?”
He told her after they scaled the chain link-petting Lucy along the way, and waiting long enough to ensure that she was coming out of the tranq okay. “Next is Shah Mayur. Loner, does the job but doesn’t seem to have any contact with other hunters.”
“Like someone else I know.”
Deacon ignored the comment as they straddled his bike and took off.
Grinning, she pressed herself to the heat of his back. “What put Shah on your radar?”
“He’s had five complaints filed against him by the VPA.”
The Vampire Protection Authority had been set up to stop cruelty and prejudice against vamps. They never won court cases-it was extremely hard to make a vampire look the victim when you had pictures of their blood-soaked kills-but they could kick up a serious stink. “What for?”
“Excessive violence against a vampire during retrieval.”
“Hmm.” She thought about that. “Why don’t you sound more excited?”
“Because all five complaints came from the same vamp.”
Her own burgeoning excitement deflated. “Probably someone with an ax to grind.”
“Yeah, but we have to check him out.”
Shah Mayur lived in a much more ordinary home-in terms of its attractiveness to hunters. His apartment occupied the entire third floor of a freestanding town house.
Sara frowned. “Getting in’s going to be a problem.” Deacon had already told her there was no internal access, so they couldn’t break in downstairs-and the ladder that Shah used to get up and down was currently pulled up. That didn’t mean he was home. According to Deacon’s intel, it could be raised or lowered by remote. Shah wasn’t a trusting sort. But he was also supposed to be on a flight to Washington as of an hour ago. “Any ideas?”
Deacon was staring up at the back wall when she turned to him. “Can you climb that?”
She followed his gaze to what looked like some kind of a water pipe, a reasonably substantial one. “Yeah.” The request surprised her. “I thought you were babysitting me.”
“We’re probably under surveillance,” he told her, voice matter-of-fact. “I can’t defang you completely.”
“That implies you could.” She shot him a sweet smile laced with bite. “We have to consider something else-if we are being watched, then the angels and high-level vamps have to know what we’re up to. I’m not going to deliver a hunter into their hands.” Angelic vengeance could be soul-destroyingly brutal.
Deacon looked into her face, unblinking. “That’s why we have to get to him first. We’ll deliver death with mercy.”
Giving a nod, she accepted the transmitters he held out and ran to the pipe. She was light enough-and more importantly, had enough muscle-that it was fairly simple to pull herself up. When she reached the window ledge, she found it an easy, wide perch. So close, it was tempting to push up the window and go in, but she took her time checking everything out.
Just as well, as it turned out.
Shah had rigged a garrote across the opening, at the exact height to cut anyone coming in. From the faint glitter, she guessed it was covered with crushed glass. Gruesome, but home security wasn’t a crime. Double-checking for any electrical wires that might be connected to an alarm, she glanced down at Deacon and signaled her intention to enter.
He nodded once and signaled back. Two minutes.
Pushing up the window, she stepped in with care, avoiding the lethal stroke of the garrote by bending low. She found herself in what looked like the living room. It was dark. But not dark enough to hide the man sitting silently in the armchair.
Chapter Four
“I expected Deacon,” he said in a silky soft tone.
“Shah Mayur, I presume.”
“Sara Haziz.” A lilt of surprise. “Since when are you a Slayer?”
“Call it a sideline.” She noted the gun in his lap. “You’re prepared.”
“Didn’t want my head lopped off before I had a chance to explain that I’m not a homicidal killer.” This time, the tone was wry.
She liked him. Didn’t mean he wasn’t a murderer. “So if I leave?”
“I’m not going to shoot you. Tell Deacon I’ll meet you both outside.” A pause. “And Sara, it’s not good form for the future Guild Director to be breaking and entering.”
“Why does everyone act like it’s a done deal?” she muttered and backed out, keeping an eye on his hands the whole time. If necessary, she could jump-it would break a few bones, but it wouldn’t kill her. Not like a bullet would.
Whether Shah replied, she didn’t hear. It was far easier to go down the pipe than it had been to come up. “He’s heading down to talk.”
Deacon’s face went very quiet. Dangerous. “He’s not supposed to be here.”
“He knew you were coming. And he knows your name.”
That made him go even more still. Sara found herself fascinated. Did Deacon ever let himself go? Or was he this contained even in the most intimate of situations? It was tempting to kiss him and find out, but with the way he drew her, she knew she wouldn’t stop at a kiss.
The whisper of Shah’s ladder sliding to the ground was a welcome distraction. She waited as the other hunter descended, his gun nowhere in sight. Of course, that simply meant he was good at hiding his weaponry. Elena would approve, Sara thought. Her best friend usually had spikes secreted in her hair, and knives strapped to her thighs. That was just for starters.
“Hello, Deacon.” Shah turned out to be tall, dark, and very handsome, with shining black hair that swept his shoulders.
“I’m impressed.” Deacon subtly angled himself so he protected Sara.
She stopped herself from rolling her eyes and used the chance to retrieve her own gun from the small of her back. Then she moved out of Deacon’s night-shadow so she’d have a clear line of sight.
“Spying’s my thing. I work intel for the Guild.”
The Guild had an intel division? Sara wondered how many more secrets she’d learn as Guild Director. It was temptation indeed for a woman as curious as her. But was she willing to give up everything she was, give up the possibility of a family, children? Yes, there were men who’d be more than happy to sleep with the Guild Director, but they weren’t the kind of men she’d touch with a barge pole.