Industrial Magic

Edward and Natasha



“HELLO, AARON,” BRIGID SAID, SLIDING UP TO HIM AND running a finger down his chest. “You’re looking good…as always.”

Aaron lifted her finger off his shirt and let it drop. “Put some clothing on, Brigid.”

She smiled up at him. “Why? Tempted?”

“Yeah, to cover my eyes.”

Brigid sniffed and swung to Lucas. “So this is the Cabal crown prince, is it?” She looked him up and down. “Nothing contact lenses and a better wardrobe couldn’t fix.”

She took a step toward him.

“No, thank you,” Lucas murmured.

“Brigid?” John said. “Please, get dressed.”

“Don’t bother,” Cassandra said. “If Aaron has what we need, then we’ll leave you two to your immortal slumber.”

She headed for the door.

“Hold on,” John said. “I may have details Aaron doesn’t. My deal still stands.”

“Deal?” Aaron said.

I nodded. “He wants us to promise not to execute the killer or hand him over to the Cabals.”

“Ah, f*ck, Hans, you know we can’t do that. They’ll come after us, hunt us down.”

Brigid laughed. “You think we’re afraid of the Cabals? We’re vampires. The gods of the supernatural world, impervious to harm—”

“Yeah, until someone chops off our heads, then we’re worm food like everyone else. Hans, maybe you’ve got Brigid believing that vamp-superiority crap, but I know you’re smarter than that.”

“We don’t need this,” Cassandra said. “If you have a name—”

“I do, but Hans may know more. I want to find this guy before he kills another Cabal kid.”

“Why?” Brigid said. “Who cares about another dead Cabal brat?”

“The Cabals do.”

John hesitated, then nodded. “Let’s talk.”



At Cassandra’s insistence, we moved out of the basement. John suggested the backyard, so we waited for him there. Like the front yard, the rear was surrounded by a high fence. Here, though, the fence had been erected by John, not his neighbors. The yard was almost as big a shock as the home office, which is probably why he kept it hidden.

It was small, no more than a few hundred square feet. Instead of grass, it had rock gardens and koi ponds surrounded by gravel paths. In the center of the yard was a pagoda with a teak table and chair set, where we waited for John.

Brigid had already made it clear that she wouldn’t be joining us. Apparently, she took her role as a “true” vampire very seriously, never venturing outside during the day. I suspected this was why John chose to have the meeting outdoors, so he could speak without her interruptions.

As we waited, Lucas explained how they’d found us. Aaron had called him early this morning, thinking we’d be sleeping in after our night chasing John. They decided to hook up and come to New Orleans together. Lucas knew we were heading to John’s house, but didn’t have the address. Aaron had the address.

I was anxious to hear Aaron’s findings, but before I could ask, John returned. He was dressed in black leather pants and a white linen shirt. Still pretty Goth, but not as theatrical as last night’s attire. I suspected there was a lot of theatrics to John’s image. Last night he’d gushed about Aaron, but when the man showed up in person, Brigid had been the only one vamping it up.

“It’s Edward, isn’t it?” Aaron said as John pulled out a chair.

“That would be my guess,” John said. “I don’t know him well enough to say for certain—”

“No one knows them well enough to say for certain,” Aaron said.

“Them?” I asked.

“Edward and Natasha. They’re a couple. Been together a very long time.”

“I’ve heard those names,” I said. “In the council minutes. They’re immortality questers.”

“Did the council investigate them?” Lucas asked.

“Investigated and exonerated, if I remember correctly,” I said. “It was at least thirty, forty years ago. Another vampire expressed some concern about their questing—no outright allegations, just a bad feeling. Anyway, Edward and Natasha weren’t breaking any codes, just searching for answers, like most questers.”

“Well, it’s gone beyond bad feelings,” Aaron said. “Seems rumors have been circulating about them in the vamp community for a while, saying they’ve gotten into some nasty shit up in Ohio.” Aaron caught my look. “Yeah, they’ve been living in Cincinnati. Lucas told me that’s where you figure the killer’s from. I’d say we’ve got ourselves a suspect.”

“Is this connected to their questing?” I asked.

“Possible,” Lucas said. “They may have uncovered a ritual requiring supernatural blood.”

“Then where’s the Cabal connection? Sure, it’s a great way to find supernaturals—just hack into the Cabal employment records—but you think they’d stick to the periphery, with runaways like Dana. Attacking a CEO’s family is only going to raise the stakes.”

“That could be a side effect of the killing itself,” Lucas said. “After Dana and Jacob, Edward saw the chaos he was creating and couldn’t resist a bigger challenge.”

“Or maybe the ritual wasn’t working and they thought Cabal royal blood might help.”

“Not they,” John said. “Only Edward.”

Cassandra shook her head. “Those two don’t do anything alone.”

“They do now,” Aaron said. “No one’s seen Natasha for months. Rumor is she’d finally had enough, that things got too bad, and she took off.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Cassandra said. “They’d been together for over a century. After that long, you don’t just—” Her gaze flicked toward Aaron. “What I mean is, it seems unlikely that those two would separate.”

“Well, one way or another, she is gone,” John said. “And I doubt Edward’s happy about it.”