Blinking, I looked up at the door I stood in front of. ‘Jack Feen’ was etched into a small nameplate. Somehow, I didn’t think it was a good thing that he had his own plaque.
Glancing back the way we’d come, I saw a nurse wave at me from the desk. I gave her a bob of my head in acknowledgment.
Lifting my hand, I knocked on the door.
“Come the bloody fucking hell in or bloody fuck the hell off! But don’t just stand out there hovering in front of my fucking goddamned door!”
Swallowing hard, I pushed the door open. Alex and I stepped into the room. The air was cold, the window halfway open and the winter wind whipping through. Pale yellow walls that were meant to be cheery only made me think that the shade had been handpicked for Jack. His skin was the same pale tone, and contrasted sharply with his bright red hair. Not a good look. There was no I.V. or other instrument connected to him—of course, to get them to work would be a freaking miracle. He was here to die, slowly, and by the looks of the bare surfaces around him, alone. No flowers, no balloons, not even a single get well card. I drew closer to the bed, Alex trying to hide behind me and tangling my legs.
“Alex,” I grunted, grabbing at the bed to stop my downward tumble.
“What the fuck? You brought a fucking goddamn werewolf into a bloody hospital? Woman, are you out of your ever-fucking mind?”
Damn, and I thought I had a potty mouth.
“He’s fine. Just clutzy.” I stared down at the Tracker, at a loss for words.
“Well? What are you here for? Charity? Motherfuckers don’t realize I ain’t got no fucking money left. Sons of bitches have bled me dry.” He let out a wheezing laugh that ended in a rattling cough.
I pulled a chair up, and took a closer look at his face as I spoke. “My name is Rylee, and I’m a Tracker.”
This close I could see that he didn’t have just blue eyes. They swirled with three shades, light almost grey blue, a dark blue the colour of a lapis stone, and a bright blue like a summer sky. At least I knew now why my eyes were the way they were. Looked like it was an outward sign of a Tracker.
“Tracker, eh? That what you think?”
“It’s why I’m here. To finish the job you started.”
He pursed his lips, eyes narrowing to mere slits. Had I pissed him off? With me, that was a definite possibility.
“You know what you’re doing?” He asked. “Who trained you? Brin has been dead for years and he was the last Tracker on your side of the water by your accent.”
Excitement coursed through me and I tucked the name away. Brin. I would look him up when I got home—better yet, I’d have Kyle do it. “My mentor was Giselle, but she wasn’t a Tracker. I was hoping you’d tell me what you know.”
His eye snapped wide. “No one trained you?”
I shook my head, my one hand resting on Alex’s back as he sniffed at the edges of the bed.
“Well, fuck. How the hell didn’t you kill yourself?”
“Ah . . .”
“Never mind. Come here, let me have a look at you.” He beckoned with a gnarled up hand, the skin drawn tight over the bones to the point that I could actually see the blood pulse through his veins. Crap, this was like some creepy-ass freak show.
I scooted my chair forward and he took my hand gently, which surprised the hell out of me. “What can you do besides Tracking?”
He turned my hand over and I answered. “I’m an Immune.”
Chuckling, he nodded. “I wondered when I couldn’t get a bead on you. I’m a Reader.”
I nodded, recognizing the name as one of many Giselle went by. Looked like he’d dodged the curse that had claimed her. I’d say he was lucky, but by the looks of things now, maybe not so much.
“Do all Trackers have multiple abilities?”
Holding my hand lightly, he touched a scar above my wrist. “Yes. It’s necessary in order to be a good Tracker to have some additional abilities. It seems the gods favoured us and cursed us all in one breath.”
Alex lifted his head up and peeked over the edge of the bed at Jack, his claws curling around the bunched up blankets.
He took a sniff and wrinkled his nose. “Sick?”
Jack looked down at the werewolf. “Dying.”
With an exaggerated pout, Alex flopped onto his ass. “Alex no like dying. Dying sucks shit.”
A burst of laughter escaped Jack. “Yeah, that’s what I think too.” His eyes flicked up to mine. “Comic relief, I like it. Keep him close; you’ll need all the laughs you can get. The longer you’re in this business, the less you’ll feel like smiling.”
The smile that had teased at the edges of my mouth slipped. “Jack, what can you tell me about being a Tracker? I feel like I won’t get another chance like this . . .” I trailed off, not wanting to point out the obvious.
Shifting his weight in bed, Jack leaned closer. “You’re right, you won’t get another chance. Far as I know, I thought I was the last Tracker. So that means now you’re it. You’re all we’ve got.”
A prickle of unease crept alongside my excitement. “What do you mean?”
Jack hung onto my hand. “Which one of the vampires has made a bid for you, or have they both?”
My muscles clenched, and a mixture of fear and surprise shot through me. I leaned forward, lowering my voice. “How did you know?”
“Wolf, go shut the door.” The Tracker commanded and Alex did as he was told, trotting over and slamming the door shut. “Lock it too.”
Over the scrabbling of Alex’s claws, Jack spoke. “You think I’m here by accident? The doctors are claiming its lung cancer, but I ain’t never smoked a fucking day in my life. You know what stimulants do to us?”
That I did. “Something like smoking would send our hearts into overdrive, cranking our metabolism up to the point of having our hearts burst.”
He nodded and went on. “There were two leaders of the vampire nation. Emperor and Empress. They have a child, one they’ve raised to be the heir. But before they could get their kid on the throne, they were killed by a usurper.”
I knew what was coming, so I beat him to it. “Faris.” Jack’s eyes all but sparkled, a thread of life still beating strong in his ravaged body.
“Yes. Now there is a full-out battle coming between the two factions. You are the key. They will both vie for you.”
I snorted. “Why? What can I do for them? They can’t even turn me into a vampire.”
A soft click and Alex got the door locked, then made his way into the bathroom. The faucet came on and then the slurping of water, followed by a splash. He’d be busy for a few minutes at least.
“You really don’t know your limits, do you?” Jack asked softly, his eyes full of worry. “Shit. I can’t teach it all to you, not in one session.”
“Tell me what you can. Please. And I’ll come back as soon as I can.” I swallowed hard and spit out my biggest concern, one that weighed on me far more than Faris and any stupid vampire shindig I might get yanked into. “I’ve been trying to Track the missing kids, but I can’t feel them. It’s like they don’t exist; like they’ve never existed.”
Jack laughed, a choking gasp at the end that had me reaching for the call button. He waved me off. “Try now.”
I didn’t want to fail, but even more, I didn’t want to fail in front of someone I’d prefer to impress. One deep breath and I reached for the kids, all twenty or so of them. Like a blinding beacon, I could feel them, dead, but still there. I was still able to Track their faded threads. Relief coursed through me, making me sag into my chair.
“You tried to Track them on your side of the water, didn’t you?”
“No, when we were in the air. What does that have to—”
With another wave of a gnarled hand, he cut me off, his other hand tightening over my fingers.
“Large bodies of water, like an ocean, bar our ability to Track. There is no child you can’t find, Rylee. You just have to be on the right side of the water.”
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p; I stood up with a jerk and reached for Berget before he’d even stopped speaking. Her life force blazed through me and with a sob I dropped to my knees. Golden sunlight and blue eyes beckoned to me, the scent of summer and the warmth of my little sister’s love was a rush so heady I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
She was alive! Oh my god, Berget . . . A hand patted my shoulder. “Hush now. You thought she was gone for good?” I must have spoken my thoughts, though I could barely pull them together. I clung to Berget’s thread like a drowning man to a dingy. She was alive; I could take her home. I wasn’t alone—my family wasn’t all gone.
Shaking, I stood and turned to go, already formulating how to get to Berget. Forget the other children. They were dead; they could wait. Berget was alive and I was going after her. Right now.
Jack spoke, his words echoing mine in a twisted way. “Rylee, wait. There is so goddamned much more. Your sister can wait a few more minutes, can’t she?”
I took in a long, slow breath, my heart beating as if I’d been sprinting. My back still to him, I said, “You don’t understand.”
“I do. Perhaps more than any other Tracker would. I was like you. My abilities came on line long before I found someone to share their knowledge with me. Let me pass on what I know before you run off after her. Before I die.”
Biting down, I clenched my jaw, turning to face him. “Quickly.”
“It can’t be fucking done quickly, but I’ll give you what I can right now.” He settled in back against his pillows. “You can Track more than a single person?”
I nodded, already figuring this lesson out for myself.
“You can also Track groups of people. Like a group of supernaturals. This is what the vampires want you for. You can find creatures that no one else can, that everyone thinks are gone.”
I frowned, not understanding the significance of what he was saying. “So?”
He reached out for me, and I reluctantly let him take my hand. I wanted to go, Berget was so close!
His fingers dug in around my wrist. “You can help them Track their enemies, help them pinpoint people around them. You are a tool for them; remember that above all else. They will not see you for anything else. And if you don’t work for them as they wish, they have no problem breaking their tools and finding new ones.”
A chill swept through me. “That’s what they did, broke you, and had me brought in?”
He nodded. “Give me one last thing, a last request.”
Inwardly, I groaned, but I squeezed his hand in agreement.
“Go and find the missing children that I couldn’t Track. That is my last wish. Do it before you find your sister. Prove you are a Tracker first, above all else.”
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Jack Feen’s hand tightened over mine. “And once you have found your sister, come back to me. I don’t want to fucking die alone in this bitch of a hospital.”
Oh, for the love of all that was holy! I closed my eyes, fought the warring emotions. The logical part of my brain told me that he was right. I would never be able to get away from Valley and his minions to go after Berget. The missing infants and toddlers would have to come first. But the other side of me raged. To be this close, to be on the verge of finding the one person who meant more to me than any other, only to be denied, wasn’t fair.
“I know it’s fucking hard, Rylee. But you have to do what’s right.”
Giselle had said life wasn’t fair, only that I should follow my heart, and Jack’s words were echoing my beloved mentor’s. And while my heart still loved Berget, I knew that I had to go after the other kids first. Jack was right. Son of a bitch.
“All right, I’ll go after the kids.”
He let out a long slow breath. “Good, that’s all I ask of you.”
A knock on the door and a muffled, “Ma’am?” on the other side interrupted us.
Alex let out a woof as if he were a guard dog. Yeah, not so much.
“A little late, buddy,” I muttered, letting go of Jack’s hand. The knock on the door came again, harder this time.
Striding to the door, I flicked the lock and opened the door. A police officer for sure by the way he held himself, but he was dressed in a suit, more like an FBI agent. A glimpse of a shoulder holster made me leery. On the off chance he wasn’t an officer of some sort, he could be trouble. His eyes looked me over in a single, raking glance, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly like he didn’t like what he saw. Well, piss on him too.
“Ms. Adamson, I’m here to pick you up and take you back to the police station.”
His voice was smooth, the English accent soothing and soft. That made me wonder about Jack, who’d had no accent that I could discern. I’d have to ask him about that when I came back with Berget.
“How do I know you are who you say you are?” Sure I was being difficult, but also recognizing that he could be working for Faris. I’d have to watch everyone I came in contact with now. This was going to be difficult.
Lips tight, he pulled out his ID card and handed it over to me. William Gossard, SOCA, the symbol stamped on it was an attacking cat of some sort leaping over the earth. Funky.
“Doesn’t mean jack shit to me. I could print this out at home.”
His eyes lit up. “Just because you are ignorant, doesn’t mean something isn’t real. SOCA, Serious Organised Crime Agency. We’re in charge of this particular case.”
“Thought it was Interpol who called us in.”
“We are a part of Interpol.”
I could hear the fatigue in his voice. Like he’d been up all night and didn’t appreciate explaining what he viewed as ‘the basics’ to me. Then again, maybe I was wrong.
Probably not.
“Right. I’m ready.” I snapped my fingers and Alex bounded over to me, skidding to a stop, his eyes widening at the sight of the officer. Clapping his oversized paws on his muzzle he whispered out the corner of his mouth.
“Kitty shifter.”
Kitty . . .? My body reacted while my brain was still spelling it out for me, and I yanked the knife from its sheath in my lower back. My big bowie knife was the next best thing to my swords, which I’d had to leave with Valley.
The officer narrowed his eyes, the colour bleeding from a soft brown into a deep green. Interesting.
“Okay, so we have a problem. You showed me ID, but I still don’t know you’re here from the police.” I had no doubt there were supernaturals around, lots in all sorts of fields. But it seemed too much of a coincidence that a shifter would come for me at the hospital. How did I know it wasn’t one of Faris’ cronies? Fuck, I did not want to start this day off with a fight and bloodshed.
The officer glared at me and the hair stood up on the back of my neck as a low growl, just like that of a pissed off kitty cat, rippled out of his lips.
“Ah, stop fucking around, the both of you,” Jack yelled from the bed. “I’ll vouch for Will. He’s worked with me before. Now play nice, Rylee. He’ll help you if you let him.”
The shifter eased his stance, and then thrust out one hand. “Will Gossard.”
I slid my blade back into its sheath, then slowly took his hand in mine. “Got that from the ID, genius.” A pleasant heat tingled along his skin, danced across my fingers and settled into me. I snatched my hand back, but he seemed as surprised as I was. Interesting. Though I’d felt energy from other supernaturals upon meeting them, never anything quite so . . . intense.
Alex pushed me out of the way and held out one paw. “Alex.”
Will blinked and looked over Alex’s head to me. I shrugged. “Play nice with the doggy.”
The two shifters ‘shook’ hands, and Alex seemed immensely happy, to the point of spinning in place.
“Alex, not now!” I bent and grabbed his dangling leash, and gave it a sharp jerk. He stopped and rolled on the floor, wiggling like a giant puppy.
A choked sound brought my eyes up. Will looked as though he was having a heart attack. His green eyes had faded back to hazel, but were
wide with horror, and his face was pale.
I tightened my hand on the leash, bringing Alex to my side. “What?”
“You . . . you leashed him? Like a pet?” I could hear it in his voice, the fear of what I was capable of.
Perfect. At least he would show me some respect.
“Yup, and if you don’t behave, I’ll do the same to you.” I bent down to Alex. “You’d like a kitty cat to play with, wouldn’t you?”
The werewolf started to shake all over. “Yes! Kittyyyyyyyy!” He let out a long howl, and I clamped my hand over his muzzle. Too late. An alarm went off and I mentally cursed myself. Alex wouldn’t have howled if I hadn’t gotten him all riled up. Shit, that’s what I got for poking at people.
Will shook his head. “The howl wouldn’t have set the alarms off.”
Jack let out a cough. “But a missing child would.”
I swiveled back to him, my heart flooding with adrenaline. “What floor are the kids on?”
“Third.”
I ran past Will, down the hallway, and hit the door to the stairwell at full speed, banging it open. Alex stayed right with me, and if the footsteps behind us were any indication, Will was close on our heels.
Two flights of stairs passed in a blur of seconds and we burst into the pediatric ward, the alarm going full tilt, a red light flashing over the desk. Will grabbed the closest nurse.
I loosened up the leash on Alex. “We’ve got to find that kid, buddy.”
As serious as he ever got, he lowered his nose to the floor and immediately shook his head, scratching at the end of his muzzle. “Too many smells.”
I didn’t rebuke him for speaking. With everything that was going on, it would be a wonder if anyone noticed.
Will made a motion, and I followed him to the end of the hall. From outside one room I could hear sobbing, and a man’s voice making an attempt to shush the crying. That would be the room we were looking for.
Stepping across the threshold, I squinted, checking my second sight for any nasty surprises. Nothing. That was good and bad. No surprise. Good. No clues. Bad.
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