Chapter 356
When they were airborne Wolfe threw off his belt and strode purposefully toward the prisoners, Sadihra on his heels. He'd barely disappeared through the door before Jorick did the same.
Katelina caught his arm. "Where are you going?"
His dark eyes twinkled. "Wolfe can only interrogate one at a time. I don't see why I shouldn't speak to the other."
"You're going to leave me alone? What if we crash?"
"In that case, I fail to see what difference my presence could make." She glared and he gave a weary sigh. "If we start to crash I'll race back to you, is that better? Or you could come with me."
"I don't like walking around with the belt unfastened."
"Suit yourself." He pulled his arm away and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'll be back."
He disappeared through the door. She fidgeted and then she unclasped the belt and hurried after him, muttering a prayer as she went.
The kitchen-"ette" deserved the miniaturizing suffix. A counter, microwave, mini fridge, and small bar were crowded into the space. There was very little room but Katelina squeezed in.
The prisoner sat on the floor, her back in the L-shape between the fridge and the counter. Her makeshift bandage was wet with blood and her hands were tied behind her back. Her cold blue eyes shone with defiance.
"Any luck?" Katelina asked.
Verchiel hopped onto the countertop and swung his legs. "Her name is Quenby."
Jorick motioned him to silence, and held Quenby's gaze. His dark eyes drilled into her consciousness. She held her own for a moment, then broke away with a gasp, her chest heaving at some psychological effort.
"Well?" Katelina asked.
Jorick's brow furrowed and Verchiel cocked his head to one side. "Who are the Children of Shadows?"
Jorick made a noise of contempt in his throat. "They're nothing but a legend now."
Wolfe banged out of the sleeping compartment and stopped in the doorway. "Then it seems we walk among the legends."
Before Katelina could ask, Jorick said, "They're an extinct group of vampires, a cult really, that was devoted to Memnon the Destroyer."
"Who?" She silently prayed it wasn't another vampire bent on taking over the world.
"No. He's long dead," Jorick said to her thoughts.
Wolfe nodded to the bedroom. "The other one claims allegiance to the Black Vigil, and says they're hunting the Children."
Quenby growled. "She will be punished."
Jorick rubbed his chin. "I'm not familiar with the Black Vigil."
"Neither am I. I'll send word ahead to Munich when I can. Perhaps they know more. We will keep the prisoners isolated and will hand them over when we reach the stronghold."
Though Jorick nodded, the sound he made was noncommittal.
Wolfe started to leave, then tossed back, "You can interview the other if you like. I doubt you'll learn more than I did."
As soon as the Scharfrichter was out of sight Jorick motioned Katelina to follow him. She glanced back to Verchiel. "Aren't you coming?"
"I'm on guard duty." His smile grew. "I know it won't be the same without me, but try to carry on."
Jorick made an unhappy noise and Katelina rolled her eyes. "If you say so."
The sleeping room was on the other side of the bathroom. Inside was a small bed, dressed up to look elegant with a lot of wood and heavy bedding. There was also a nightstand bolted to the floor, a flat panel TV, and something small and stuffed that served as a chair. Micah was sprawled across the bed shirtless, the TV remote in his good hand and a toothpick clenched between his teeth. Katelina was startled by his well-muscled chest, and looked away quickly to the bloody shirt heaped on the floor.
"Trading one Guild dog for another." Micah nodded to Jorick.
"You can go," Jorick snapped.
Micah leaned back. "I ain't givin' up the best seat on the plane."
Jorick ignored him and turned to the prisoner. She knelt at the foot of the bed, her hands tied behind her. Her face was upturned and her violet eyes moist. Now that Katelina could see her up close, she looked about seventeen, with almond shaped eyes and porcelain skin.
Before they could question her she murmured, "He does not remember me."
Micah shrugged. "That's the main thing she says."
"Who doesn't remember her?" Katelina glanced to the bald vampire.
"That's the funny thing. You'd think old tight-ass woulda asked, but he didn't seem to care."
Katelina met the girl's eyes and tried not to let the sorrow sway her. An hour ago the vampiress had tried to kill them. "Who doesn't remember you?"
"Aki."
The word she'd repeated over and over. Apparently it wasn't a word, but a name.
When no one else asked, Katelina did. "Who's Aki?"
Jorick stared at the girl, as if reading her thoughts, and then a strange, slow smile spread across his lips. "I believe we know him as the redheaded idiot."
"Verchiel?" Katelina gaped. "He said he didn't know her."
"Or else he does not wish to admit it." The girl sagged and Jorick motioned everyone to silence.
"What's your name?"
"Ume."
When nothing else followed Micah asked, "How do you know the little freak?"
Ume scowled and Jorick snapped, "I'll handle this."
"Sure, you're doing such a great job. Hell, Lunch has got more out of her than you have. Maybe you should let her ask the questions?"
Katelina waved them to silence and rephrased the question into "How do you know him?" but the vampiress stubbornly refused to answer. After several tries, Katelina turned to Jorick. "You picked Verchiel out of her head. Can't you get anything else?"
The girl looked frightened and drew back, as if afraid of an immediate mental assault. Jorick made a dismissive gesture. "Her memories of him are foggy, no doubt from before she was turned. I only picked him out because of his ridiculous hair. The rest is more feeling than concrete." He crossed his arms over his chest and surveyed her. "For what it's worth, I believe she loves him."
Ume's head snapped up and her eyes burned with anger. "You should not speak about what you do not know, dream stealer."
"He's more than that, sweetie," Micah said from the bed. "He's the Goddamn Hand of Death." The laughter that followed was coarse and earned him angry looks.
Ume's face fell rigid and Jorick stepped back. "She doesn't want to talk, and frankly I couldn't care less about the idiot's past relationships. What I want to know about are the Children of Shadows. You're not a part of them?"
"No," Ume said coldly.
"Were the others?"
Jorick's calculated gaze said he was sifting through her thoughts. Ume winced and cringed then turned her face away and stared defiantly at the door. He nodded and said slowly, "I see." He turned to Katelina. "Whether it's the Children of Shadows or not, someone was at the marina before them. Someone killed the harbor master and the other people. I believe the first four we encountered were part of this group. She has memories of herself and others, part of the Black Vigil as Wolfe called them, chasing the perpetrators away. She and her partner circled back to check that the marina was clear. Obviously they'd missed a few, but we took care of them. The women arrived, found us, and assumed we were also part of the Children." Jorick squinted at the girl and then said quietly, "There's someone in her mind, one of the so-called children, who looks a lot like Cyprus."
The name conjured burning fury. He was an Executioner sent with them to Munich by The Guild. It turned out he had an unhappy history with Sadihra and Wolfe. He was in love with the Scharfrichterin, and, in the Raven Queen's temple, when he'd believed her dead, he'd betrayed them and joined Malick.
Jorick added, "I still can't find anything in her mind associated with the name Malick." He studied Ume a moment, then turned to Katelina. "We're done for now. Come, little one."
She hesitated, "How do you know Verchielor Aki, or whatever you called him?"
Ume glared defiantly and said, "Ask him."
"Ha!" Micah spat out his toothpick. "Like you'll get anything useful from that son of a bitch. Hey, Lunch, tell pipsqueak to bring me a new shirt. Unless you like the view." He flexed his muscles and chortled.
Katelina's answer was an eye roll as she followed Jorick out of the room.
Verchiel was still perched on the kitchenette countertop, his chin in his hands. Though Jorick walked past him without a word, Katelina stopped. "You're sure you don't know her?"
The redhead shrugged. "I don't think so."
"She called you Aki. Does that ring a bell?"
"I might've run into her after Kateesha left but before I landed in the U.S."
"When was that?"
"Oh, anywhere from 1710 to 1920 or so." Katelina gaped and he grinned and held out his hands in a gesture of helplessness. "You can't expect me to remember everyone I met in those two hundred years."
She wasn't sure why, but she felt snippy. "Not even some poor idiotic girl who's in love with you."
Verchiel's hands dropped slowly. "Says who?"
"Jorick." She leaned close and dropped her voice to a threatening whisper. "I suggest you go in there and get your shit straightened out, Casanova."
He blinked in surprise and muttered something about "guard duty".
With a look of disgust, she shot off the word, "Coward," and then stormed back to her seat.
