how on earth did you arrange to get yourself taken?” Sailor demanded.
“And why, if they were holding the other women before killing them, did they decide to sacrifice you so quickly?” Barrie asked.
Alessande looked from one cousin to another.
“I read the news stories about the other women who were kidnapped and traced their routes—and I knew where Regina had gone the day she disappeared,” Alessande explained. “She had just gotten a job at the House of Illusion when—”
Sailor interrupted her with a tone of anger and impatience. “There’s been trouble there before,” she said. “But you know I work there, right?”
“Yes, I know that,” Alessande said.
“Between waitressing and performing there, I would have known if the House of Illusion was the last place those women were seen,” Sailor said.
“It wasn’t the last place they were seen,” Alessande continued. “But both dead women and Regina were there within two days of their disappearances. Nearby is an old studio—”
“I know it!” Sailor said, her voice growing anxious. “It was owned by the Hildegard family. It closed down thirty years ago and the land has been the center of a legal dispute between the city and the heirs for years now.”
“I know,” Alessande said.
“That studio is surrounded by a seven-foot wall,” Rhiannon said.
“And it’s right by a coffee shop and a gas station and a convenience store,” Alessande pointed out. “Regina called me the afternoon she disappeared. She was going to stop to get gas on her way home from the House of Illusion. And both of the other women had bought gas the day they went missing, too. Their cars were found with the tanks full.”
“How do you know that?” Sailor asked her.
“I went by the police impound,” Alessande said.
“And they just told you that?” Rhiannon asked.
“You found an officer, flirted with him—and read his mind, didn’t you?” Barrie said.
Alessande flushed; as long as the Elven could get a person to look them straight in the eyes, yes. Teleporting and mind reading were their talents. It had been an easy matter for Alessande to learn everything she had wanted to know from the officer who had been on duty at the impound. He had been human—and blithely unaware of the Others around him.
“I didn’t do anything illegal,” Alessande said.
“I’m just annoyed that I didn’t think of it,” Barrie said.
“Okay, so let’s get this in order,” Rhiannon said. “You investigated at the House of Illusion—”
“Not really. I just watched the news reports and read their coverage. Leesa’s boyfriend said she’d gone there with friends, and Judith’s mother mentioned in an interview that her daughter had been there, too. Regina called me from the parking lot to say she’d gotten the job and was going to stop for gas on her way home…so I went to the House of Illusion, and looked around, saw the gas station and figured it made sense that they’d all filled up there. And with the old studio right next door, it just seemed logical there was a connection.”
“And it didn’t occur to you to call the police?” Rhiannon asked.
Alessande smiled. “If I’d called the police, they would have made some big-deal search, and everyone would have disappeared before anything was discovered. Plus they would need a warrant—and I didn’t.”
“There are also laws for Others,” Rhiannon said. “In fact, they’re being formalized by the international council right now. And for all of us to live as we do—with the right to the pursuit of life, liberty and happiness—we have to abide by the laws that govern us, as well.”
“I didn’t break any laws. I had dinner at the House of Illusion, watched the show, and then I bought gas and looked curiously through the gates at the old Hildegard Studio,” Alessande explained. “And…”
“And?” Rhiannon asked.
“There’s an opening in the gate where one of the bars is rusted out. So I slipped through and started to walk around.”
“And then?” Sailor asked.
“And then some jerk threw a bag over my head,” Alessande said.
“If he was human, you could have escaped,” Sailor told her.
“But I wasn’t trying to escape,” Alessande explained. “I wanted them to take me wherever they were holding Regina.”
“But I presume they didn’t,” Rhiannon said.
“I don’t know. Probably not. I think they decided to kill me right away because they caught me snooping. Anyway, there was something…something on or in the bag that knocked me out for a while. I don’t know what it was—I should have recognized the scent,” Alessande said. She was an expert in herbs and herbal remedies. “But—” she quickly defended herself “—I was awake and aware by the time we got to the cemetery. They wouldn’t have been able to sacrifice me.”
She was startled by a loud snort and quickly spun around in her chair to see that Mark and Brodie had slipped in unnoticed. She wondered how long they had been listening.
“You were pretty damned out of it when I got there,” Mark said.
She was about to reply when Brodie strode over and took up a position behind Rhiannon. “Alessande, you didn’t say all this at the station.”
“Seriously, Brodie? How could I?” she demanded.
“You could have told us that you were taken from the old Hildegard Studio,” he said.
“No! Don’t you understand? We have to get in there,” she said. “Not the police. Besides, what should I have said? That I got some of my information through Elven mind reading?”
“Your sarcasm won’t change anything. What you did was dangerous,” Brodie told her.
“Please,” she said, her aggravation evident. “Life for us is dangerous—that’s why we have Keepers, and why we depend so heavily on one another. And why Elven look after Elven.”
“You’re not a Keeper,” Brodie said firmly. “And you’re certainly not a cop. So you were way out of line, doing what you did.”
“What you did, what you tried to do, was very courageous,” Rhiannon said. “But you shouldn’t have acted on your own. We’re a pretty strong group here. You’ve got four Keepers, counting Sailor’s fiancé, Declan—plus you’ve got Brodie and Barrie’s fiancé, Mick, who is an investigative reporter and shapeshifter. This…mission will involve all of us. Alessande, you’re brilliant, an ancient. You create powerful potions to heal us. You can look at the world and see the truth. You have to be careful. We can’t risk you, don’t you know that?” she asked gently.
“Rhiannon,
