Archangel's Prophecy (Guild Hunter #11)(65)

It was a prelude to war.

“Your thoughts are sound, Eli, but we will invite war ourselves if we step into Favashi’s territory without invitation.”

“Then, my friend,” Elijah murmured, “we will have to inveigle an invitation.”





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Elena had decided to see Nisia after all. Just in case. The healer made no attempt to hide her concern about the new tears in Elena’s wings, but she didn’t ground her. To a being born to flight, Elena realized, such a step was an absolute final recourse. “Can you sense anything about my left forearm?”

Nisia spent several minutes checking it, even taking a scan. “Your bones have tunnels through them,” she said afterward, her expression grim. “As if your immortal ringworms have eaten their way through.”

Too bad it wasn’t actually anything as prosaic as worms. It was fire and an energy that sought to reshape the world. “Can you fix it so my arm won’t fracture?”

A curt nod. “I am still able to stir your body to heal enough for that, but Elena, we are merely putting plasters on the wound. I cannot define a cause.” Hot flags of color rode her cheeks, but her hands were calm and competent as she worked.

“I know,” Elena said, though her throat was dry and her head stuffy with all the emotions she couldn’t afford to feel right now. “But before I ground myself so you can run as many tests as you want, I have to make sure my sister is safe. That her daughter is safe.”

Nisia pursed her lips. “Work quickly. You’re not just regressing—this bone is now weaker than a mortal’s.”

Fifteen minutes later—after a huge meal she bolted down—Elena began to go over the file on the fire that had claimed the lives of Nishant Kumar and Terence Lee, while Vivek tried to track down Jade. There wasn’t much there. The entire thing had so obviously been arson that it was as if the arsonist were advertising his work—or didn’t care about being subtle.

The investigator believed said arsonist had also rung the fire alarm to empty the building of other residents; he’d based his conclusion on the fact that multiple residents had reported a man knocking on their door to warn of a fire before they’d so much as caught a hint of smoke. All had described the man as white or Hispanic, wearing a long coat, a hat, and a scarf wrapped around his mouth.

Nishant Kumar and Terence Lee had been the sole casualties.

It held to the pattern: leave unconnected innocents alone, even save their lives where possible. But as Raphael had pointed out, Beth and Maggie were intimately connected to one of the killer’s targets.

Muscles bunching, Elena read on.

Thanks to a liberal dousing with accelerants, paired with the materials used to construct the old building, the two vampires had burned down to—as Vivek had put it—crispy critters. The problem with using fire to murder vamps was that the older ones could survive it—Elena had once rescued an eight-hundred-year-old vampire from a malicious fire. He’d been charred bone barely held together by warped tendons. Lighter than a small child in her arms. But when his eyes opened, they’d been moist and bright with pain.

She’d nearly dropped him, unable to believe the impossibility of it.

Later, another vampire had told her that the one she’d rescued couldn’t bear to be without sight and so had used the rest of his body to protect his eyes. That had been over a decade earlier and the old but not very strong vampire was yet recovering. His face had regenerated, as had most of his body, but he needed a cane to walk and his endurance was limited.

Nishant Kumar and Terence Lee had been barely out of their Contracts. Nowhere near an age to survive the fire had they been alive when it was set, but there was a good chance both men had been dead at ignition. “He amputated Blakely’s genitals and Acosta’s hand while they were alive,” she reminded herself. “And he threatened Beth and Maggie to Harrison.” The man liked to torture his victims.

She revised her conclusion: Kumar and Lee must’ve been alive but immobilized when the fire was set. The two had been burned alive.

Flexing her left arm to ease a muscle ache deep within, she turned the page with her right hand. With no viable DNA samples recovered and the fire so hot it had damaged the men’s teeth—though the pathologist had made a note the teeth damage could’ve been perimortem—Kumar and Lee had been identified by the process of elimination.

No one else in the building was missing; further, neither man had accessed any of their accounts in the aftermath. A neighbor had seen the two come home that evening, but no one had seen them leave—and neither had been spotted since.

Nevertheless, was it possible either Kumar or Lee had pulled off a hoax and was the murderer?

Possible, Elena decided, but unlikely. Especially since both victims had been of a slender and short build, while the man who’d knocked on doors the night of the fire was uniformly described as tall and well built. Muscular. That coincided with what Elena had seen on Al and Anita’s security footage.

Flexing her arm again, she turned another page.

As the victims had been vampires, the police had copied the Tower into their investigation, but the Tower hadn’t interfered, leaving the seasoned human detective in charge to do his job. That detective had uncovered Nishant Kumar’s qualifications as a chemist, been able to link him to new designer drugs that catered to the vampiric market.