Excuse me for trying to look out for the group! Chubs huffed.
Molly answered on the first ring. Wasssup, she drawled. Remember those commercials? Weren’t they annoying?Molls, what time will you be back in LA tonight?
She must have picked up on the urgency in my voice, because she dropped the goofy tone immediately. Actually, I’m just passing Panorama City. I decided to drive as far as Bakersfield last night so I’d have time to hang out with Corry. What’s wrong?The sun had only set forty-five minutes ago, and Bakersfield to Panorama City was usually an hour and a half, which tells you everything you need to know about Molly’s driving habits. I need a favor, I said. A terrible, terrible favor.Name it, she said promptly, her voice immediately losing its mirth. It’s yours.
I felt sick with self-loathing, but I pushed past it. Remember that time you pressed Jack for me? I began.When I’d hung up with Molly, I called Wyatt’s cell phone. Do you have access to Ellen’s cell phone records? I asked, and explained Jesse’s theory about the missing vampires being invited to a secret event.
We use prepaid cells, he said. I think you can still look up the call history online, but I’ve never tried it. Give me a few minutes to figure it out and I’ll call you back.
I took a long, hot shower, washing the smell of Jameson off me. I tried not to think too much about our last conversation. Then I got dressed in what I usually think of as my work clothes: jeans, tee shirt, boots. I’d already gotten Cliff’s blood off the soles, thanks to way too much practice. I was still toweling my hair when the phone rang. It was Dashiell.I recognized an Irish wolfhound mix and a couple of Great Danes, all with the trademark inky darkness of the spell. Each and every one of them was bigger than Shadow.
And it was only in that moment that I realized what had happened to the people living on the edge of Sunken City. Permanently changing dogs into bargests and horses into hellhest would require a human sacrifice . . . for each one. Which meant that something like twenty-five humans had been killed, and judging from the bedrooms I’d seen, some of them had been children.I felt righteous anger build up in my rib cage. The humans of Los Angeles weren’t technically under my protection, but that didn’t mean these assholes could show up and kill entire families in my fucking town.
I stepped forward, and when the Wild Hunt was a hundred yards away, I held up my hands in a stop gesture.Truthfully, I wasn’t sure they were even capable of stopping. The law of inertia didn’t seem to apply here. But the leader pulled on his reins, and the entire group pulled up short behind him.