Snared (Elemental Assassin #16)(13)

Every single step I’d taken since then had seemed perfectly logical, necessary, and right at the time for my own protection, survival, and self-interest. Living on the streets, hiding my true identity, taking Fletcher up on his offer to train me, becoming the Spider. Now I was a notorious assassin with a perpetual target on my back. Not exactly where I’d thought I’d wind up, but it was my life, for better or worse, and I was going to make the best of it.

For the first time, I wondered what had happened to Hugh Tucker to turn him into the man he was today. The one who did so many bad things on someone else’s orders. I wondered how fast the vampire’s downward spiral had been. I wondered what the tipping point had been, the one thing that had dragged him down, down, down into the darkness, never to surface into the light again.

My own downward spiral had started with the murders of my mother and Annabella. But what had been Tucker’s trigger? The loss of his family’s wealth, power, position, and prestige? His own ruthless ambition to get it all back? Helping to orchestrate my mother’s death? Or perhaps all the dirty deeds he’d done for the Circle since then? The ones that had chipped away at his soul a little bit at a time until now there was nothing left?

In the end, Tucker’s reasons were his own, and I doubted that I would ever learn them. And however sad and tragic his motives, however they might pluck the heartstrings, they still didn’t change everything the bastard had done to me and my friends. Tucker’s rationale didn’t change how he’d stood by and watched Deirdre Shaw weasel her way into Finn’s life, pretending to be a doting mother, when all she really wanted was to rob the First Trust bank. It didn’t change how Tucker had drugged and kidnapped Finn, Bria, and Owen so that I would hand over some precious jewels that Deirdre had hidden from him and the Circle. And it certainly didn’t change how many times he’d tried to kill me.

Or the fact that I would kill him, when the time came.

Because that sweet, innocent little girl was long gone, and this stone-cold killer would do whatever it took to protect the friends and family that she had left.

Feeling much calmer, I raised my glass in a toast to Fletcher’s photo. “Good talk.”

I downed the gin and set the empty glass aside. Then I got to my feet, turned off the lights, and went back to Owen to try to get what sleep I could tonight.





5


I didn’t think that I would sleep, but eventually my questions faded away, and I snuggled up next to Owen and slipped into a soothing blackness.

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and already plotting how I could find out what Damian Rivera had done that had upset Tucker. Maybe I could kidnap and put the squeeze on Rivera, threaten to go public with his many sins, unless he told me who the leader of the Circle was. After that, well, I would have to keep Rivera from ratting me out to Tucker.

Of course, the obvious answer was to kill him. I didn’t have any problem with that, but I couldn’t just stab him to death the way I normally would. Tucker would realize that it was me and that I was onto him and the rest of the Circle, and then I’d totally lose the element of surprise. No, I’d have to figure out some other way to silence Rivera, something that looked like a plausible accident. I hadn’t done many of those sorts of jobs as the Spider, but I’d think of something.

I always did.

Owen and I chowed down on a light but filling breakfast of egg-white omelets loaded with spinach, cheddar cheese, and ham, along with whipped vanilla Greek yogurt topped with crunchy homemade granola and fresh fruit. Once we’d finished eating, we went our separate ways for the day.

I headed upstairs, showered, and changed into a pair of black boots and jeans, topped by a royal-blue sweater. My spider rune pendant glinted brightly against the fabric, while a matching ring glimmered on my right index finger. Normally, I wore my rune tucked away inside my clothes, but today I wanted it out for everyone to see. I wasn’t quite sure why. Maybe it was my own small way of officially declaring war on Rivera and Tucker.

Whatever it was, it felt good.

It was almost nine thirty by the time I drove downtown, parked my car, and made my way to the Pork Pit, my barbecue restaurant. I stood at the corner of the brick building and eyed the flow of traffic on the street and sidewalks, but the air was bitterly cold, with a few flurries fluttering on the breeze, and people all ducked their heads and hurried on toward their destinations.

No one gave me a second glance, so I did my usual check for rune traps and bombs on the front door and windows. Finding everything clean, I headed inside to do another equally thorough check. But no one had broken into the restaurant overnight, so I pulled a blue apron on over my clothes and got to work.

The first thing I did was mix a big vat of Fletcher’s secret barbecue sauce and let it simmer away on one of the back burners. The rich, heady smell of cumin, black pepper, and other spices permeated the restaurant, making it feel warm and inviting. Once the sauce was cooking, I moved on to my other chores, including wiping down all the tables and the long counter that ran along the back wall.

About ten o’clock, a loud knock sounded on the front door, followed by the click of a key turning in the lock. Silvio Sanchez, my personal assistant, stepped inside and shut and locked the door behind him. The vampire sighed as he took off his hat and jacket and unwound the thick gray scarf from around his neck.

“Days like this make me glad that you work out of a restaurant,” he said. “No matter how cold the weather, it’s always nice and toasty-warm in here.”