Blake's Pursuit (Scanguards Vampires, #11)(65)

He motioned to the large table in the kitchen, where he’d been working with several bowls and herbs. “The vampires behind all this.”

Blake scoffed. “Are you trying to tell me you’re just a pawn? How stupid do you think I am?”

“It’s the truth! They’re using her to make me do what they want. But if they find out that I’m no use to them anymore, they’ll have no reason to keep her alive.”

Blake moved closer, flashing his fangs. “You’d better be telling the truth.” He turned to Samson. “We’ll take him to HQ to interrogate him.”

“No!” Ronny protested. “I have to finish this batch. If it’s not done when they need it—”

“Let’s go, buddy,” Amaury interrupted and hoisted him out of the room.

“I’m gonna stay,” Wes announced all of a sudden. “Hav, can you leave me your car?”

“What are you gonna do?” Blake asked.

Wes pointed to the table. “I’m gonna check on what he’s been doing. It might help me understand how the drug works.”

“You’re gonna be okay on your own?” Haven asked, concern etched in his face. “Want me to stay with you?”

“I can stay, too,” Yvette offered.

Wes shook his head. “It’s gonna bore you to death. So, no. Just go home. I’ll be fine.”

“If you say so,” Haven conceded.

“No worries.” He motioned to his backpack. “I’ve got all the protection with me that I need. I’ll lock up when I’m done.”

Oliver raised an eyebrow. “Lock up? I’d say, burn the place down.”

“Not yet,” Wes replied. “We might still need some of this later. Besides, if Ronny told us the truth, then we’d better keep things the way they are until we’ve got Hannah. I’ll put a locking spell on the house when I leave.”

“Sounds good,” Samson agreed, then he said to the others, “Let’s move it.”

Blake nodded at Wes, then followed Samson and the others outside. He could only hope that what Ronny had said was the truth, and that Hannah was still alive, and would remain alive as long as her captors believed that Ronny was complying with their orders. But so far he didn’t believe Ronny. He needed proof.





33


Wesley waited until his colleagues had left and silence had descended on the house. A quick glance told him that it would be a little while before he left this place. There was a lot to investigate. But just in case Ronny’s associates were to show up unannounced, he decided to set up protective wards that would alert him to any intruder. Once the magic crystals were in place—one outside the door, and one outside each window—he went to work. Only another witch would sense the wards, a human or vampire wouldn’t even notice the crystals until it was too late.

Wes turned to the table, where Ronny had been mixing up the various herbs. There were several bags filled with strange dried leaves, measuring spoons, and various metal containers and other utensils. He looked around in the kitchen, sniffing. On the stove sat a large earthen pot with a lid.

He walked to it and lifted the lid, but instantly staggered back. The smell emanating from the disgusting-looking black sludge was vile. And he was no stranger to vile smells. He’d brewed enough awful-smelling potions in his life, but this concoction took the cake.

There was no way to test the brew here. He would have to take samples back to his lab. He opened his backpack and took a vial from it, snatched a clean spoon from one of the kitchen drawers, and scooped some of the black sludge into the vial, then sealed it tightly and put it in a plastic container so it wouldn’t get damaged in his bag.

“Well, then,” he murmured to himself and started examining each herb on the table individually. The H?llenkraut he recognized immediately. In the last twenty-four hours he’d read everything he could find about the plant. And the more he found, the more he was concerned. Some of the other herbs he could identify visually, others by their smell. He catalogued each of them on his notepad, and bagged samples. But there were several he didn’t recognize. Fortunately, thinking ahead, he’d packed his Herbal Companion book into his backpack, and now retrieved it.

He leafed through it and was able to identify all of the herbs Ronny had been using. Some seemed rather innocent: chamomile, for example. He shook his head. What effect would an innocuous herb like chamomile have in this dangerous concoction? Clearly it did something, but he couldn’t figure it out, just by looking at it. He’d have to find Ronny’s recipe book. Somewhere, he must have written down the exact proportions of each herb he used in the manufacture of the drug.

But no matter how many drawers he opened, how many things he turned over, and how many books he flipped through, nowhere could he find anything even remotely resembling a recipe. The closest he’d come to a recipe were the online notes Matt had discovered on Ronny’s computer. But it had been evident pretty quickly that the recipe on the computer was an early trial of the drug and was incomplete. Useless, other than that it had alerted him to the H?llenkraut.

He was packing his backpack with the various samples he’d taken, when there was a sudden flash outside the kitchen window. It was the ward he’d set up, alerting him to a visitor. Wesley jumped into action immediately, pulling his gun from the bag and barreling outside. But by the time he ran around the house, whoever had triggered the ward was gone.