Obviously, though, whatever Jeremy's feelings toward Karl, he trusted him enough to track him down this morning and ask him to join us. But I knew he'd rather have any other Pack member at his side. And so would I.
NEXT I contacted Eve, as I'd promised Jeremy. While she couldn't physically protect me, she could keep watch even better than Hope- with no chance of looking suspicious-and could alert me if she found trouble.
When I explained what was happening, Eve sat cross-legged on the bed, considering it in silence for a moment.
"So Jeremy's meeting this kid who says he has info on the group, but really he's a part of the group, or so you presume. Meaning he'll likely lead Jeremy into a trap. Being forewarned, though, Jeremy will be springing the trap, not walking into it."
"Right."
Another moment of quiet thought, then she nodded. "Not bad. But I do have a problem with one big part of it."
"Which is?"
"The part that has you sitting here guarded by a chaos demon."
"Hope's not-"
"Oh, I know what she is. A complete stranger, and your life is in her hands."
I shook my head and started emptying the dry-cleaning bag dropped off earlier. Eve strode over and parked herself "on" the bag, her form obscuring it.
"You're ignoring me, Jaime. I'm raising a valid point."
"No, you're being paranoid, which comes from a lifetime of needing to be paranoid. Hope isn't some black-market contact like Molly Crane. She helps the council. Jeremy knows her-"
"Elena is her contact, isn't she? And that's mainly professional. They don't hang out together."
"Jeremy knows her and he trusts her."
There was nothing she could-or dared-say to that, so she started pacing as I emptied the bag.
"So while he's gone, you're here, guarded by a chaos demon who's not even around-"
"She's scouting the property. She checked in on me before I called you."
Eve walked to the window and looked out. "Who's backing Jeremy up?"
"A Pack brother. Karl Marsten. He's-"
"Oh, I know who Karl Marsten is. A career criminal and a drifter." She shook her head. "I know guys like Marsten. You and Jeremy don't, so you can be forgiven for not seeing past that suave show of his. How old is he? Your age? Older, probably? He's spent the last forty years not giving a shit about anyone. Guys like that don't wake up one morning and turn team player. He's using the Pack. He doesn't care about anyone in it-"
Not true. Even before he joined, he got along fine with them, and he was always fond of Elena."
Eve snorted. "The cute blond who's also the only female of his species? Oh, I bet he's fond of her."
"It isn't like that. And he's always been on good terms with Antonio and Nick. Even Clay doesn't mind him."
She met my gaze. "Elena, Clayton, Antonio and Nick. Leaving someone out there, Jaime?"
Hearing my own fears echoed in her words, I busied myself stuffing a blouse into my closet. "You're right. Karl Marsten isn't my first choice to be watching Jeremy's back. And you're right about him being self-centered. But that doesn't mean he isn't capable of loyalty. Look at Hope. He's very protective of her and that's not the behavior of a guy who thinks only of himself."
Eve turned slowly, her eyes narrowing. "Hope? He knows the half-demon?"
"Sure. That's how she hooked up with the council."
"Through Karl Marsten?"
A rap at the door, then Hope's "It's me." She slid in and looked around.
"Oh, sorry, I thought I heard you whispering and wanted to make sure everything was okay."
I waved toward the balcony door. "It's Eve."
"Ah, right, the ghost."
Eve circled Hope, sizing her up. "At least she's tiny." She towered over the girl by almost a foot. "Even you can probably take her."
"Thanks," I muttered.
Hope looked around, obviously uncomfortable. "If you'd rather I stayed away a little longer, so you can talk to, uh, Eve…"
"Tell her to go," Eve said.
I glanced at Eve.
"Five minutes," she said.
"Maybe that's a good idea," I said to Hope. "I feel rude talking to ghosts in front of people. How about giving me five minutes?"
"Sure, can I get you a drink while I'm downstairs?"
"Coffee would be great."
"Don't drink it," Eve said as Hope left.
"Wha-?"
"The coffee. Don't drink it."
I rolled my eyes and sat on the edge of the bed.
She flipped her hair back over her shoulder and crossed her arms. "You think I'm being paranoid? Let's see whether I have this straight. You and Jeremy call this Hope girl for information because she just happens to be in L.A. on some work exchange-"
I opened my mouth, but Eve continued. "You go to her for local information and the first people she introduces you to just happen to be the same people you now suspect are responsible. She noses her way into your investigation like an eager puppy, following you two around. Then, just when you and Jeremy figure out who the bad guys are, who shows up to protect Jeremy? This half-demon's boyfriend. He takes Jeremy to 'uncover' the group while she 'guards' you. Damned nice setup."
"Setup for what?"
Eve pretended not to hear, strolling over to the balcony doors, eyes narrowing as if distracted by some sign of danger.
"Setting us up for what, Eve?"
"That half-demon thinks she's got a nose for trouble? It's nothing compared to mine, and this stinks to the heavens."
I shook my head. "Only if you slam the pieces in until they fit your conclusion. We went to Hope, on Elena's suggestion. Hope didn't even know we were in town. Yes, it may seem coincidental that she just happens to introduce us to the very people we're looking for, but consider what they do. They play paranormal investigators to watch for new magical leads and for any signs that they themselves are in danger of exposure. Who would be one of their main contacts? Tabloid reporters covering occult activity. They worked with Hope's predecessor, then they contacted her. She had no reason to suspect them."
"Really? Seems her nose for trouble doesn't work so well after all."
I hesitated, then shook my head. "She says it's not perfect. She's young and we both know she won't have come into her full demon powers yet, especially when she's untrained."
"Convenient…" Eve murmured.
I pushed on. "As for her and Karl, I don't think she's his girl-rriend- 1 caught h,ve's look. And 1 know you only meant that they have a relationship, which they do. But he came to L.A. to protect her."
"So it can all be explained away. And you aren't the least bit worried that they're somehow involved?"
"The key word is somehow. How? What they could hope to gain? They had nothing to do with me finding these ghosts or starting this investigation."
"Let me think on it."
"You do that."
TRUST ISSUES
HOPE RETURNED WITH MY COFFEE, which I only sipped. I trusted her, but Eve had left me a little unsettled.
Past experience had taught me that Eve was quick to jump to conclusions about people-always conclusions that saw the worst. If you deal with the magic black market and the people in it, you have to expect the worst of everyone.
Even now, whatever she was doing on the other side, it wasn't playing a harp in the choir of angels. Whenever she needed something from me, it was "contact this dead killer" or "research this unsolved murder case." She might be working for the Fates, but she still had every reason to be overcautious, even paranoid. So I took her fears about Hope and Karl with a whole teaspoon of salt… but didn't dismiss them.