RELEASE DATE: MAY 2, 2017
Menolly was still trying to calm people, but they weren’t listening. We were dealing with a conservative group, led by someone who hated our kind and actively worked against us. And he wasn’t letting the opportunity go by.
Steven Trentallon, the new star reporter of the Seattle Tattler—a yellow rag if there ever was one—was taking pictures of Menolly. I laughed. If he expected those photos to do him any good, he’d be mighty surprised. Vampires couldn’t be photographed, but apparently he had forgotten that little fact.
Delilah was talking to Brandon Rigal, who was flailing his arms around wildly. She was trying to calm him down, but it obviously wasn’t working. Fry joined her, but Rigal wasn’t listening to her either.
“Come on,” I said. “We’d better get over there and sort out what’s going on. Rigal is the lawyer who defends the Freedom’s Angels and the Guardian Watchdogs. He’s not going to let this one pass and he’ll find some way to turn it back onto us that his daughter’s wedding day was ruined.”
“We saved their lives,” Smoky said, straightening his duster. He was spiffy clean—and he never got dirty. Dirt vanished off him faster than rats deserting a sinking ship.
“Be that as it may, Rigal’s going find some way to pin the blame on us.” I headed across the grass, my heels sinking in the moist earth. Smoky and Vanzir followed.
Delilah was fuming. “Listen to me. We saved your asses tonight. How can you be such an idiot?”
Uh oh. When Delilah called someone an idiot to his face, I knew it was bad. She was the gentlest of the three of us, and she never went off half-cocked. Well…seldom.
“Your kind is the reason this happened in the first place. Nobody ever had a problem till you came through the portals and stirred up all this crap. The Supes who were already here knew better than make waves or show themselves. You brought everything to the surface. You made it acceptable for the demons of this world to step out into the light. It’s past time someone did something about this. Time to send you home where you belong.” Rigal’s voice was filled with veiled threats. He wasn’t shouting, he wasn’t railing against the wind…just speaking with calm, cold precision.
I stared at him for a moment. He wasn’t a tiger, ready to pounce. No, this man was more of a snake, coiling back, watching for just the right moment to strike. Brandon Rigal was dangerous and he was going to make waves. That much I could foresee.
“Delilah, don’t bother.” I stepped up beside her, and Smoky followed. Menolly had joined Vanzir, standing a few yards away. The cops were reassuring people and making sure nobody had been injured. I turned to the lawyer.