“This bloke can’t be held captive, which means there’s a good chance I can’t restrain him. That’s why Jared and I will need Imani, Chico, and Max to come inside with us—if he makes a run for it, use your gifts to distract him and slow him down. There are ways to pin him in place that don’t involve restraints.”
Sam was right. If Max took away the guy’s senses, Imani played with his blood-bond, and Chico shot him with darts that caused dizziness, Sanders wouldn’t get far. “Coach—”
“I know, I know, you want to be with Imani. As I’m currently feeling uneasy and she tired herself out earlier, I’m good with that. The rest of you guard the perimeter and telepath Jared if there’s a problem.”
With that, Jared teleported Sam, Max, Chico, Imani, and I right outside Joel Sander’s apartment.
I half-expected Sam to kick the door open, but she actually knocked. Maybe she wanted to seem friendly and nonthreatening. But there was really no way that a visit from the Grand High Pair wouldn’t unnerve someone.
I could hear whistling as footsteps approached. The door opened, revealing a tall, skinny Keja that I recognised from the photo that Sam provided.
Her smile was wide but a little forced. “Hello Mr. Sanders.”
His startled eyes darted around, taking in Jared and the vampires at the pair’s back. Then he tried to slam the door shut. Like that would work. Sam just pushed it open, allowing us all to enter. He was heading for the window of the living area when he abruptly fell to his knees, cradling his head and groaning through his teeth. I knew exactly how much that hurt, since Imani had once played on my blood-bond like it was a damn guitar string to show that her gift could be effective in a fight.
To his credit, Sanders tried crawling toward the window. Chico’s darts embedded themselves in his back, making him collapse on the floor mere seconds later.
We all gathered around the fallen Keja, whose mouth was open in a silent cry of pain. Apparently Max had taken away his ability to speak.
After plucking the darts from his back, Sam rolled him over with a frustrated sigh. “That wasn’t the best move, was it?” She gave a subtle signal to both Imani and Max. Like that, Joel sagged in relief.
Jared tilted his head. “Now why would you run?”
Sanders licked his lips nervously. “If the Grand High Pair comes looking for you, it can’t be good.”
“That would normally be true,” allowed Jared. “In this case, we simply have a few questions for you.”
“Questions?” he echoed, doubtful.
“About The Order,” added Sam. “What can you tell us about it, Joel?”
His eyes darted from Sam to Jared. “Seriously? You’re only here for intel on The Order?”
“Seriously,” she assured him. “You don’t look very comfortable down there. Let’s fix that.”
Jared and I heaved up the male and plonked him on the old, swamp-green sofa. With the exception of Sam and Jared, we all stepped back; not wanting to loom over the Keja and make him feel even more intimidated than he already did.
Sam smiled. “Better?” At his shaky nod, her smile widened. “Good. Now talk.”
Sanders cleared his throat. “In sum, The Order is an association of vampires who hate what they are. They want our species to be completely extinct.”
Sam nodded. “How big is this association?”
“Last time I hacked into their database, there were hundreds.”
“Database?” Jared repeated. “How long ago was the last time you hacked into it?”
“About a week ago. One of Lazarus’ assassins wanted an update on the group.” Marco.
“If you’ve rifled through their database,” began Jared, “I’m guessing then that you know plenty. That’s good. The Order is proving itself to be a bigger threat than expected. We need to take them out before things go tits up.”
Sanders spoke. “I take it you know about their plan to destroy The Hollow, huh? I told Marco about it; he said he’d pass on the info.”
“He did, though he took his time about it,” grumbled Sam. “I’m hoping you can help us with a few things. There’s a blogger who’s leaking facts about vampirekind. His gift is technology based, which means we can’t electronically track him.”
“Oh, that guy?” Waving a dismissive hand, Sanders snorted. “He’s just a lowly member.”
Sam pounced on that. “So there’s a hierarchy?”
“The main guy, the leader, is like their Messiah. They all serve him. There isn’t anything they wouldn’t do for him. Suicide missions. Assassinations. Bombings. You name it, they’ve done it over the years if the content of their computer system is to be believed.”
Biting out a string of harsh expletives, Sam exchanged a look of outrage with Jared.
Staring at her, Sanders double-blinked, looking mesmerised. “Your irises really are mercury.”
She snapped her fingers. “Focus, Joel. Do they have a specific date in mind for the attack they plan on The Hollow?”
“If they do, it’s not on their computer.”