Industrial Magic

Evidence of a Pattern



TWO DRAINING HOURS LATER, WE RETURNED TO THE SUV. The EMTs had taken Jacob’s body to the Cabal morgue for examination and autopsy. A forensics team was processing the scene. Investigators were combing the area for witnesses and clues. Standard procedure for a murder investigation. Yet every one of these professionals, from the coroner to the photographer, was a supernatural, and a Cortez Cabal employee.

None of this would ever make the six o’clock news. The Cabals were a law unto themselves in the purest sense of the phrase. They had their own legal code. They enforced that code. They punished the transgressors. And nobody in the human world knew any different.

“Do you want to stay with Griffin?” I asked Troy as he escorted us to the car. “I’m sure we could grab another bodyguard from the security team.”

Troy shook his head. “They’re taking Griffin to see his kids. He doesn’t need me there.”

As we neared the SUV, Troy lifted the remote. Heavy running footfalls sounded behind us. It was Griffin.

“I want to talk to you,” he said, bearing down on Lucas.

Troy put up a hand to stop him, but Lucas shook his head. I readied a binding spell. Griffin stopped inches from Lucas, well within anyone’s personal comfort zone. Both Troy and I visibly tensed. Lucas only looked up at Griffin.

“I want to hire you,” Griffin said. “I want you to find whoever did this.”

“The Cabal will investigate. My father will see to it.”

“F*ck the Cabal.”

“Griff,” Troy warned.

“I mean it,” Griffin said. “F*ck the Cabal. They won’t do shit until some sorcerer’s kid gets hurt. I want you to find this son of a bitch and bring him to me. Just bring him to me.”

“I—”

“I can pay you. Whatever the going rate is for a PI, I’ll double it. Triple it.” He raised his fist for emphasis, then looked at his hand, shoved it into his pocket, and lowered his voice. “Just tell me what you want, and I’ll get it.”

“You don’t need to do that, Griffin. My father will order an investigation, and he has resources I can’t match.”

“I’m class C. I’m not entitled to an investigation.”

“But you’ll get one.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll do it,” I said quietly.

Griffin glanced over, as if he hadn’t noticed me there. For a long minute, he just looked at me. Then he nodded.

“Good,” he said. “Thank you.”

He turned and walked back into the night.



“Oh, God, what did I just say?” I murmured, thumping my head back against the leather rear seat. I looked at Lucas, buckling his seat belt beside me. “I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be. If you didn’t say it, I would have. You set his mind at ease. That’s what he needed. As for following through, that won’t be necessary. My father will call for an investigation, if for no other reason than to reassure his employees that the Cabal is taking action.”



This time when Troy searched our room, he found someone there. Benicio. Lucas took one look into the room and slumped, as if the strain of the night had just hit him full force.

“Minibar?” I whispered.

“Please.”

Benicio and I traded nods, and I skirted past him to the bar fridge. I took out two glasses, then stopped and turned to Benicio.

“Can I get you something?”

“Water would be fine,” he said. “Thank you, Paige.”

I fixed drinks as the two men talked behind me.

“I wanted to thank you for joining the search,” Benicio said. “It meant a lot to everyone, having someone from the family helping.”

“Yes, well, you’re welcome. It’s been a long night. Perhaps—”

“I couldn’t get your brothers there on a direct order, let alone voluntarily. They think leadership is showing up at the office every day, issuing orders, and signing papers. They have no concept of what the employees expect, what they need.”

I peeked at Lucas. He stood there with the pained expression of a child forced to sit through the thousandth rendition of his father’s favorite lecture.

“I’m sure Hector would have gone.”

Benicio snorted. “Of course Hector would go. He’d go because he knows I’d want him to. He’d have killed the boy himself, if he thought it’d win my favor.”

Lucas winced. I handed him a straight scotch. He mouthed a thank-you. I gave Benicio his water and he nodded his thanks before continuing.

“We’ve had more evidence of a pattern. A St. Cloud VP got wind of our problem, prompting a call from Lionel. One of their necromancer’s daughters, who was living with relatives after some family trouble, was attacked last Saturday, the night before Dana.”

“Is she okay?” I asked.

Benicio shook his head. “Like Jacob, she managed to place a call to their emergency line saying she was being followed but was dead when they found her. I’ve placed calls to Thomas Nast and Guy Boyd asking whether they know of any attacks on employees’ children. Thomas tentatively confirmed that they’ve had two incidents, but he wouldn’t provide details over the phone. The Cabals are meeting in Miami tomorrow to share information.”

“They’re launching a joint investigation, I presume,” Lucas said.

“Yes, which is why I’m asking you to reconsider.”

“Reconsider?” I said. “If the Cabals are investigating, you don’t need us.”

“No. If the Cabals are jointly investigating, I need your help more than ever. As Lucas can tell you, an intra-Cabal operation—”

Lucas lifted a hand. “We’re tired, Papá,” he said softly. “It’s been a very long night. I understand this new concern, and I agree that it is a concern. May I ask, though, that you let me explain the situation to Paige tonight, try to get some sleep, then discuss it with you over breakfast?”

“Yes, of course,” Benicio said. “What time do you need to be in court tomorrow?”

“Noon.”

“Then let’s reschedule our breakfast from seven to eight, to give you time to sleep. I’ll have the jet fly you to Chicago afterward.”

Lucas hesitated, then nodded. “Thank you.”

He turned toward the door.

“One last thing,” Benicio said.

Lucas paused, still facing the door, one hand on the knob, lips parting in a silent sigh. “Yes, Papá?”

“In light of this latest tragedy, I think we must assume that the killer’s intent is to hurt the Cabals where they expect it least and will feel it most. Given that, we have to also assume that the ultimate prize for him would be a member of a CEO’s family.”

“Yes, of course, but we can discuss this—”

“I’m not talking generalities, Lucas. I’m bringing this to your attention because it obviously affects you and Paige, and you need to consider that immediately.”

“He’s targeting teenagers. I’m not a teen—”

“I’m not referring to you. This killer is obviously smart enough to attack the edges, pluck from the herd the most vulnerable, those children farthest removed from Cabal protection. If he wanted a teenager from a Cabal CEO’s immediate family, there is only one who doesn’t live with a Cabal and who isn’t under twenty-four-hour guard.”

“Oh, God,” I said. “Savannah.”