Page 30 of Bishop's Flight
“Does she have an address in Dallas?”
“Only real address on record is an apartment in Moscow that seems abandoned and a mailing address here in the States.” He turned and clicked to the next screen. “A public mailbox in San Francisco.” There was video on the screen of a dark-haired Alina going into a storefront with sunglasses and a hoodie on. She gathered a bunch of mail from a small box, tossed most of it, then walked out of the store with a few items clutched under her arm. “That’s all, folks.”
“That’s a lot,” Carwyn said. “Good job, Lee.”
“And Brigid, I tracked down that server you got the phone number for last night. Her name is Savannah Smith, and she’s a part-time dancer at a club here in town in addition to her job serving at the hotel. I called and she’s working tonight.”
“A dancer?” Brigid asked. “Like for one of those fancy casino shows?”
“Uh…” Lee looked uncomfortable. “No, a dancer as in she takes off her clothes and spins around on a pole at the Pink Daiquiri nightclub in Henderson.”
“Oh right.” Brigid blinked. “Well, at least it’s not cold.”
Carwyn was trying to hide his smile. “Indeed.”
“Okay, let’s head to the Del Marco and update Agnes and Rose.”
“We may need to use them to contact the Russian too.”
Lee’s eyebrows went up. “Anytime I hear a nickname that’s just a nationality, I’m wary.”
“You should be.” Carwyn put his hand on the small of Brigid’s back and ushered her to the door. “Keep your phone on.”
Agnes was stony faced,and Rose was mildly frantic. The girl, luckily, was not in the room.
“We got another photo today.” Agnes handed it over to Carwyn. “Three nights.”
Brigid took the photo and examined it. Unlike previous photographs, in this one the young man was not blindfolded and he stared straight at the camera without a single sign of fear.
Rose was pacing in the office. “He’s not blindfolded. That means he’s seen their faces. That means they’re going to kill him.”
“I’m sure they might think they will,” Brigid said. “But we’ve already made progress. We found a young woman Lucas was talking with and messaging. We suspect she’s the reason he ditched school and his guards. We’ve identified her, and we’d like your help setting up a meeting with Oleg Sokolov. Bernard mentioned he was in town.”
Agnes and Rose exchanged a look.
“Does Oleg have something to do with Zasha?” Rose’s lower lip was trembling. “We always assumed they weren’t connected even though they had that same nasty man as a sire.” Her fangs dropped down and she bared her teeth. “Bring him to me!”
“Rose.” Agnes’s voice was sharp. “Let them speak.”
“We don’t know that he’s connected to Zasha, but his enforcer—”
“Mika Arakas,” muttered Agnes.
Carwyn took over. “Arakas was seen arguing with the young woman who was messaging Lucas. We think the young woman is connected to Zasha, but Arakas seemed to know who she was.”
“The Russian has a house here in town that he keeps for his people to use,” Agnes said. “I’ll have Bernard call them and tell them you need a meeting.”
“Give my name first,” Brigid said.
Carwyn stared at her.
“I’ve a connection to Anne, and Oleg and Anne are friends. He won’t consider me a threat, and he won’t wanna piss off Murphy.”
“Two fire vampires in the same room?”
“I’m too young for him to consider me a threat.”
“Fine.” Carwyn clearly wasn’t happy. “But don’t think you’re going alone.”
