Industrial Magic

A Coward’s Plan



“WE NEED TO TALK,” HECTOR SAID, BEARING DOWN ON ME.

Of all the moments Hector Cortez could choose to reenter my life, this was quite possibly the worst. A voice in my head told me to run, forget how bad it would look, forget how embarrassing it would be, get away from him and continue looking for Lucas. But my feet wouldn’t obey me. After a lifetime of refusing to run from confrontations, they were damned if they were going to start now.

“I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced,” I said. “Well, we have, but at the time I was bound and gagged, and I don’t think you ever expected to see me alive again, so you skipped the formalities. I’m Paige Winterbourne. You’re Hector Cortez. I’d say I’m pleased to meet you, but we both know I’d be lying. So your meeting didn’t run as late as Benicio expected? Sorry to hear it. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

I turned to go. Hector swung in front of me.

“A late meeting? Is that the excuse he used? I didn’t have a meeting. I’ve been exiled in New York for the past two weeks, on my father’s orders. Any idea why he’d do that?”

“Besides to keep you from killing Lucas? No, I can’t imagine why.” I stopped, seeing the hard glint in his eye, the glare of a hawk confronting the sparrow who’d chased him off his turf. “You think I got you banished? That I told Benicio that you tried to have me killed in Boston? Well, gee, I’d hope if I did tattle, you’d get something a little worse than an extended New York vacation. No, I didn’t tell your father. Now, if you’ll excuse me—”

Hector stepped into my path. “I never said you told my father.”

“What? Oh, so you think I told Lucas and he asked your father to keep you away?” I met Hector’s glare with one of my own. “No, I didn’t. And I won’t. What happened at that house is between you and me, and it stays there. Now get out of my way.”

“Is that your plan, then, witch? Hold it over my head?” He stepped closer, looming over me. “I may make a mistake once, but never twice. I’m not getting out of your way, you’re getting out of mine. Stay with Lucas, and the only question is when I’ll decide to move you aside…permanently.”

“How about now?” said a slow drawl behind him. “First, though, you gotta move me aside.”

Hector turned to see Clayton behind him. His gaze skimmed over the other man with a dismissive twist of his lips. He lifted his fingers to flick Clay aside with a knock-back spell, but Clay grabbed his hand before the first words left his mouth.

“You think you’re going to kill Paige to hurt Lucas?” he said, leaning in, putting his face to Hector’s. “That sound like a clever plan to you? Sounds like a coward’s plan to me.”

Hector tried to wrench his hand free, but couldn’t so much as twist it in Clay’s grasp.

“Who are you?” Hector demanded.

“The question isn’t really who, but what,” Clay said. “You want to find out? Lay a hand on Paige or Lucas and you will.”

Clay clapped his free hand over Hector’s mouth, then squeezed his other hand around Hector’s fingers. There was a sickening crunch of bone and Hector’s eyes bulged, his scream muffled by Clay’s hand.

“You think that hurt?” Clay said. “Imagine what I’d do if I was really pissed off.”

He shoved Hector away and turned to me. “Come on.”



I followed Clay around two corners before he slowed enough to let me catch up.

“He tried to kill you in Boston?” Clay asked.

“You overheard?”

“I was waiting around the corner. Didn’t figure you’d appreciate me interfering too soon. So Lucas doesn’t know?”

“No, he doesn’t, and please don’t tell him. Maybe it seems he has a right to know, but—”

“He shouldn’t. He worries enough about putting you in danger. If you want to accept the risk, then that’s your decision to make, not his. Just take precautions, and if what’s-his-name—”

“Hector. He’s Lucas’s oldest brother.”

“F*cked-up family,” Clay said, shaking his head. “If this Hector comes after you again, you let me know. Yeah, I know, that’s not how you like to handle things, but with something like this, you’re not going to get anywhere jabbing each other back and forth. Give one big shove and be done with it.”

He looked each way down an intersecting corridor, tilted his head in a quick sniff, then jerked his chin to the left and set out.

“I take it we’re following Lucas?” I said.

“Yeah. Well, no. Elena’s following Lucas. I’m following Elena. We figure Lucas is following Edward.”

“Uh-huh.”

“We saw Lucas take off, so Elena sent me to get you while she tracks him.”

He rounded another corner, walked a dozen feet, then wheeled and backtracked to an exit door. He opened the door and stuck his head out, then waved for me to follow.

“Wait,” I said. “Benicio. Is anyone watching—”

“Aaron.”

I was about to step outside when Cassandra hailed us from down the hall.

“Come out and shut the door,” Clay said. “Maybe she’ll take the hint.”

“Hold on. It might be important.”

“What’s going on, Paige?” Cassandra said when she caught up. “Why aren’t you in the ballroom?” She peered out the door. “Clayton? Who are you looking for out here?”

“Elena.”

Cassandra rolled her eyes. “What a surprise. The poor woman gets ten feet from you and you’re off like a shot—”

“She’s following Lucas, who’s following Edward,” I said.

“Oh.”

Clay was already heading into the shadows.

I glanced at Cassandra. “Aaron’s watching Benicio. Would you mind helping him? In case Edward circles back?”

I expected her to argue, but she nodded. “Have Elena phone Aaron if you need us.”

I jogged to catch up with Clayton. Well, I tried anyway—one does not “jog” in two-inch heels. Instead I stumbled along until I drew close enough to see him standing by the wall, arms crossed, shaking his head. Once he was in sight, I stopped, yanked off my shoes, and broke into as near a jog as I could approximate in my dress.

“Good idea,” he said, waving at the shoes in my hand. “But watch your step. Ground’s rough.”

“Think it’s safe enough for a light spell?”

He nodded. After I’d cast the spell, we started off again. We’d gone about twenty yards when Lucas and Elena appeared, walking along a path leading to the parking lot.

“Lost him?” I called.

“Wasn’t him,” Elena called back. She drew nearer before continuing. “When I caught up with Lucas, he already had his doubts, so I conducted a sniff test. Guy failed, but we decided to trail him a bit farther, just to be sure. Followed him into the parking lot, where he climbed into the back of an SUV and met a woman I really doubt was his wife. We left before the show started.”

As she spoke, Lucas kept sneaking concerned looks in the direction of the main building.

“Aaron and Cassandra are watching your dad,” I said. “But we should get back inside.”



We found Benicio showing an associate’s wife around the dance floor. After an uneventful forty-five minutes, we joined the others in a side room, from which we could still see Benicio.

With less than an hour of the event left, the chances of Edward showing up were growing slim. He might try to nab Benicio in the confusion at the end, when everyone poured out to their cars. Yet he had no way of knowing whether Benicio intended to stay until the final moments, so he should still be here somewhere, watching in case Benicio left early. He could try to kidnap Benicio between here and his home, but that would mean taking on an armored car filled with bodyguards. And obviously Benicio’s home would be at least as well guarded as his car. Grabbing him here made the most sense. So where was Edward?

Before we returned to the party, I decided to check in with Jaime. The most probable explanation for Edward’s failure to appear was that he’d found an easier way to open the portal. If Jaime had uncovered a second ritual, I’m sure she would have called, but it never hurt to check.

Jaime’s cell phone rang four times, then her answering service clicked on. That probably meant she was on the line, calling her necromancer contacts. So I phoned Jeremy’s hotel room. He answered on the second ring.

“It’s Paige,” I said. “Nothing to report, I’m afraid. We were hoping Jaime might have something. May I speak to her?”

“Jaime?”

“Uh, right. Redhead? Necromancer? Hanging out in your hotel room right now? And hopefully not being pestered by Savannah…”

“Yes, I know who you meant, Paige. But Jaime isn’t here.”

“Did she leave? Damn it, was she trying to call us? We’ve been running around—”

“Slow down, Paige. Jaime hasn’t been here. Not since she left with the rest of you. Was she heading here?”

“Two hours ago. I know she was stopping by her hotel room first, but…two hours?”

“Have you called her hotel room?”

“No, I’ll do that now.”

“If she’s not there, check with the hotel front desk, see whether anyone saw her come in.”

I did as he’d suggested. No answer at the hotel room. No answer again on her cell. The desk clerk said he hadn’t seen her come in. When I suggested maybe she’d slipped past, he swore he would have noticed, and from his stammer, I guessed he’d been keeping an eye out for this semifamous, fully attractive guest. He offered to run up to her room, and left me hanging on the line before I could respond. Five minutes later he returned saying there was no sign of Jaime. He’d even checked inside her room, which was doubtless against company policy, but I wasn’t going to call him on it. I thanked him for his help, then relayed the news to the others.

“Oh, for God’s sake,” Cassandra said. “The woman has the attention span of a gnat. She probably drove halfway to the hotel, saw a shoe sale, and forgot all about us.”

Lucas shook his head. “While Jaime may cultivate the appearance of flightiness, she has far more gravitas than that, and far more dedication. She’s stayed with us so far, despite some serious battering.”

“Lucas is right,” I said. “Jaime really wanted to help, and it would take something far more serious than a shoe sale to distract her from that.”

“Ladies’ night at the strip club, perhaps?” Cassandra said.

“Mrrow,” Aaron said. “Retract your claws, Cass, before you cut yourself. I’m with Lucas and Paige on this one.”

“It’s settled, then,” Clay said. “Jaime is missing, so someone needs to look for her, and Elena and I are the best trackers. Aaron and Cassandra can stay here and keep an eye out for their fellow vampire. Lucas and Paige? Take your pick.”

I looked toward Benicio on the dance floor. “We’d better stay.”

“No,” Lucas said. “We’ll go. My father is well protected by his guards, and Aaron and Cassandra can handle Edward if he shows up, which I’m strongly beginning to doubt. We have a portal that must be reopened using a necromantic ritual, and now we have a missing necromancer. I suspect the two are not unconnected.”

“Oh, shit.”

“My thoughts exactly.”