Page 18 of Dukes Are Forever
"Hardly your fault." Malloryn drummed his fingers on the table. "So... it seems Balfour wants me to know he's back, which means he has plans afoot. He'll have been here in London for weeks—possibly longer—no doubt. And he won't have made this move unless he was fully prepared to restart the game. He'll be miles ahead of us at this stage."
"We destroyed his London base and thedhampirwho were working for him here," Gemma mused. "But that doesn't mean he doesn't have allies remaining in London."
"We just don't know who," Ingrid said.
"Yet." This from Byrnes.
"We know his targets, however," Malloryn said. "Myself, the Duchess of Casavian, Lord Barrons, and the queen. We'll start there."
"You're last," Obsidian said, glancing up from his thoughts. "He wants you to see London burn, so he'll go after one of the others first."
"And the Ivory Tower's impenetrable," Gemma added, "which means the queen should be safe."
"Technically, it's not.... He penetrated it the last time he was in London," Charlie replied, heat flushing up the back of his neck as he glanced at Gemma.
Balfour's men had planted a mind-controlling device in her brain, and activated it when she was within reach of the queen. With her skillset, she'd been within inches of assassinating the queen when Obsidian, Byrnes, and Ingrid managed to stop her.
She'd also come very close to killing Malloryn himself.
"We cannot afford to presume the Ivory Tower is safe, but we're prepared to counter the neural stimulating device now," Malloryn said softly as Gemma flinched. Concern went both ways. She had her nightmares; he had his. "But Gemma's correct. The least-protected targets are Lord Barrons and the Duchess of Casavian.
"Which is why Byrnes and Ingrid will be setting up a team of Nighthawks near Barrons's household. Get a team in place to protect the household and then return. I'll need both of you shortly." Malloryn tossed the letter onto the table, and it slid to a halt in front of Charlie. The lad examined it. "While the rest of us are going to start tracking down Balfour."
"The paper's of excellent weight," Charlie said. "Good ink. Fine tip on the nib used to compose it. You'd find this sort of equipment in any blue blood lord's study."
"We always knew he was using several aristocrats to plot his coup. They're the ones who were most disenfranchised by the revolution three years ago. All Balfour needs to do is stir up old resentments, and they'll flock to his cause."
They'd be the ones who were most likely to have access to the Ivory Tower, where the queen resided, too.
"Do you think any of the Sons of Gilead survived your cull?" Gemma asked. "We cut off the head of the snake, so to speak, but there were a lot of noblemen who were involved—or sympathetic—who simply faded into the background once Lord Ulbricht died."
Lord Ulbricht and his cronies had formed the SOG as a means of overthrowing the queen. Unfortunately, Lord Ulbricht met a bad end and the cause disintegrated.
Old resentments, however, died hard.
"Most likely. Byrnes and Ingrid reported dozens of masked blue bloods in attendance at Lord Ulbricht's estate when they went in undercover. I only managed to get my hands on thirteen of them, and none of them were members of any prominence or knew anything important. They were all executed, but the others remain among the general populace."
"So the SOG might rear its head?" Kincaid asked.
"That's one option, yes."
Like a bloody hydra.
He had more enemies than he knew what to do with.
"There is one last avenue to pursue," Malloryn said. "A recent development."
Both Byrnes and Gemma looked up.
"Devoncourt," Gemma said.
"One of Balfour's ex-Falcons has been sighted masquerading as the long-lost Earl of Devoncourt. We don't know what his intentions are, but I don't believe in coincidence. If he's pretending to be one of the Echelon's lords, then he's doing it for a reason. I want to know what that reason is."
"You want Ingrid and me to kidnap him?" Byrnes asked.
"Falcons are trained to resist interrogation," Gemma said. She should know. "Far better to watch him from a distance. He may lead us to other Falcons, or possibly reveal certain former SOG members. We don't want to reveal our hand too early."
"Precisely." Malloryn pushed back in his chair. "Gemma, I'm putting you in charge of tracking Devoncourt. Discreetly. I will let the queen know the threat is back, and tighten our security at the Ivory Tower."
