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Mitchel
When Mitchel explainedabout the van he’d seen peeling away into the night, Sinclair’s parents were convinced their son had been kidnapped.
None of them three was a good enough scent tracker to follow the van’s getaway. They’d need a specialist if such a feat were even possible. Josh came to mind. So did Nathan. Both were excellent scent trackers, assuming they’d made it out okay.
Mitchel was pretty sure Nathan was fine. He’d seen him after the explosion, but he hadn’t seen Josh. Hadn’t looked. Guilt hit him like a sledgehammer.
“What’s wrong?” Ann asked. “Is there something more?”
“I may know someone who can follow the scent. I need to go back and see if I can find him.” God, he hoped Josh was okay.
“Can we help?”
“Probably not. I’m not sure the other werewolves are in any state to collaborate just now.”
“That’s fine,” Luther said. “Oak City has a network of security cameras. The Vampire Council oversees their maintenance.”
Mitchel’s heart leaped.
Luther pointed to a pole at the corner of the lot with a shining fluorescent bulb at the top. “There should be a camera just there that took images. We’ll run the tags through the human department of motor vehicles. If we can find out who the van is registered to, we might be able to find them that way.”
“Brilliant. That’s brilliant.” A sense of relief swelled in his chest. A plan was forming. A good plan. They’d get Sinclair back.
“There will be an interrogation of the humans caught in the act. It’s probably already begun. They might have information. Can you check?”
“Of course. I’ll do that first. How should I find you?”
Luther rattled off his cell number, and Mitchel entered it into his phone.
“Let me know if you hear anything,” Luther said. “I’ll do the same. We’ll meet at the Council’s headquarters as soon as your trackers are ready. It’s two blocks north and one east of the convention complex, limestone building, bright red double doors. You can’t miss it.”
“I’ll see you soon.”
“Mitchel.” Luther’s cool hand landed on his arm. “We’ll get him back.”
The confidence in the vampire’s gaze boosted his own. “We will.”
Mitchel took off running toward the complex where the prisoners were being questioned.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
Mitchel
After wasting precious minutes arguing,Mitchel convinced the vampires in charge of the interrogation that Luther had sent him, that the heir was missing, and that he needed accessnow. They let him in with no further questions.
As he entered the small conference room, the powerful scent of blood and sweat was nauseating. Mitchel fought the urge to gag. The power to the building was still out, so the room was dark, but Mitchel’s night vision was sufficient to capture the disturbing scene before him.
After the bombing, four human terrorists had been captured, and each was sprawled on the filthy floor, the beige patterned carpeting already soggy with their blood. Mitchel recoiled. This was how vampires went about business? This?
He shook it off. If they had information that could help him find Sinclair, this was worth it.
Two vampires were actively engaged in the interrogation while another sat in an office chair, legs crossed, tablet in hand, as if this were merely a normal meeting.
Mitchel shut the door behind him, and all three turned to him, hard eyes, blank stares.
Mitchel looked past them at the humans slouched at their feet. They weren’t even restrained, but that was hardly necessary. Humans were no match for vampires in a fair fight.
