Claire laughed as Allegra entered the arbor, her tan legs a mile long in white shorts. She wore her hair down even though it was nearly a hundred degrees outside. Claire would have been surprised if she’d ever sweat a drop.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, sitting down. “What did I miss?”
Sasha rolled her eyes. “Nothing.”
Allegra looked suspicious, but a second later she leaned across the table, her eyes on Xander. “Everyone okay?”
He nodded. “Same MO as the other break-ins. Nothing taken that we could see, but a few things seemed to be moved around in my room.”
Sasha looked stricken. “Which means I’m next.”
“Unless we can figure everything out first,” Allegra said. “And I don’t know about you guys, but there’s nothing even close to a Cold Blood spell in any of our books. Not even the ones my mom keeps locked up.”
“We don’t have it, either,” Claire said.
“Same,” Sasha said. “I looked twice, just to be sure.”
“I struck out, too,” Xander said. “But Claire found out something about the group picture from the house on Dauphine.”
Claire filled them in, explaining how she’d taken a picture of it with her phone.
“It looked familiar to me for some reason,” she continued. “It was driving me crazy, so I . . .” She hesitated, wondering why it was so hard to admit that she’d used the craft even if she wasn’t entirely sure that’s what had caused her to have the dream. “I used an insight potion and a knowledge spell from Marie’s book to try and figure it out.”
Allegra sat back in her chair. “An insight potion? With the sage and verbena and Solomon’s seal chips?”
She nodded, sensing Xander straighten beside her. He would definitely have questions later. She just hoped it could wait until they had everything else figured out.
“Did it work?” Sasha asked.
“I don’t know. But something did. I dreamed about the Guild. I saw everybody at some party when we were all little. That guy named Maximilian was there, too. When I woke up, I remembered that my dad had the same picture hanging on the wall in his study. Except when I found it, it was missing the piece with Max in it. I compared it against the one from the house and everything.”
“What do you mean it was missing a piece?” Sasha asked.
“Someone—my dad, I think—cut him out of the picture.”
Everyone fell quiet, each absorbed in their own thoughts.
“It’s weird, right?” Xander finally said. “That Maximilian was part of the Guild?”
Sasha nodded. “Either he did something really, really bad to get kicked out, or the Guild did something really, really bad to him to make him leave.”
“Exactly,” Claire agreed. “But what?”
“We could ask our parents,” Sasha suggested. “If we tell them we know Maximilian used to be part of the Guild, they’ll have to give us some kind of explanation.”
Claire wasn’t so sure. She thought about the aura of secrecy she’d never questioned. About all the things she didn’t know about the Guild. True, until now, she’d never wanted to know. But all of a sudden, it bothered her.
“Come on. We all know the Guild isn’t talking,” Allegra said. “Maybe they’d give us some kind of lame explanation for Maximilian’s defection, but it probably wouldn’t be the truth. And then they’d know that we’ve been snooping around. After that, you can say good-bye to us figuring out anything on our own. They’d be watching us like hawks.”
“Which is why we have to find out what happened on our own,” Claire said. “Wait until we have all the information to confront the Guild.”
And until we know what’s going on between Estelle and Maximilian, she thought, glancing at Xander.
“How are we going to find out what happened if nobody’s talking?” Sasha asked. “I doubt you’re getting into the house on Dauphine again.”
Claire took a deep breath. “I think we should talk to Eddie.”
“Crazy Eddie?” Sasha said too loudly.
“Shhhhh! God!” Claire looked around, hoping no one had overheard.
Xander stopped pacing. “What does Crazy Eddie have to do with anything?”
“Probably nothing,” Claire admitted. “But if we want to find out what happened with Maximilian, we need someone who knows a lot about the Guild but isn’t loyal to it. I can’t think of anybody but Crazy Eddie. Can you?”
Xander dropped into the chair next to her. “I don’t know, Claire . . . I thought you wanted to take everything to the Guild?”
“That was before I found out our parents aren’t exactly coming clean. They know way more than they’re letting on—about the panther blood, the break-ins, and Maximilian. After the orders came in, they held their so-called emergency meeting, but Allegra’s right; they never said anything about what they were going to do about it or what was really happening.” Claire stood up, walking angrily to the edge of the arbor before she turned back to look at the others. She thought of Xander’s mother, talking to Max in secret, like whatever he was threatening could be negotiated. Like it didn’t call for an actual response from the Guild. Even if Estelle had been having an affair with Max, her priorities were obviously out of whack.
“If we’re right, we’re the ones in danger. Or . . . you and the others are. They force us to memorize spells and invite us to meetings when we turn eighteen, but now, when something important happens, no one tells us anything. And you know what? I might be able to live with that if I thought they were doing something about the threat. But it’s not really looking that way, is it? They’re not even talking to each other about it.”
“She’s right,” Allegra said.
“I’m not disagreeing,” Xander said. “I just don’t know what good it will do to talk to Crazy Eddie.”
“If we can find out what Maximilian did or what happened that made him leave the Guild,” Claire said, “we might be able to figure out his motive. And if we figure that out, we might get an idea of what he’s up to and whether or not we’re really in danger.”
“It’s not a bad idea,” Allegra agreed. “Plus, maybe Crazy Eddie knows something about Cold Blood.”
Sasha shook her head. “You guys are forgetting something: Crazy Eddie hasn’t been around for years. No one even knows where he lives.”
Claire hesitated, trying to get up the courage to say what she’d been thinking.
“Your dad’s the head of membership, Sash,” she finally said.
It took a minute for Sasha to get it. “You want me to look in my dad’s records?”
“I don’t know what else to do,” Claire admitted. “We don’t even have Eddie’s last name.”
Sasha shook her head. “First of all, my dad wouldn’t let me within five feet of those records. Second, they’re all stored inside the computer in his office. And third, no one’s heard from Eddie in ages. My dad probably doesn’t even have a current address for him.”
“What if he didn’t know you were looking at the records?” Allegra asked.
“You mean, what if I violate his privacy to find a crazy voodoo guy who was kicked out of the Guild years ago and hasn’t been heard from since?” Sasha’s eyes were bright, her voice a little too loud.
“Look, it’s their fault we have to sneak around. If they’d just come clean, we wouldn’t have to do all this. And if Max is as dangerous as he seems, we’re the ones in trouble. You’re in trouble, Sasha. You and Xander and Laura and everyone else. Do you really trust the Guild to figure it all out before someone gets hurt? The Toussaints’ house was broken into this morning, so whatever they’re doing doesn’t seem to be working.”