Vendetta (Legend of the Ir'Indicti #4) (26 page)

"What execution?" Ashe watched Randy pull more chips from the bag.

"Mine. Sounds weird, doesn't it, that they were ready to kill me?"

"Randy," Ashe sighed. "What do you remember about all that?"

"It gets blurry after the Trackers hauled me in. I was hiding out in a mountain cabin that one of Mom's friends from the post office built as a ski lodge," Randy replied. "But they found me anyway. Figured they would."

"Did your mom ever say who contacted her from Cloud Chief?"

"No. Mom doesn't talk about that. And if you mention my dad, she has a meltdown."

"Yeah. I can understand that," Ashe said. Terry Smith, Randy's father, had been killed by Paul Harris, the werewolf English teacher at Cloud Chief Combined. "I know that you and James still talked," Ashe said softly. Randy jerked his head up.

"Ashe, that can get me in trouble, still," Randy said breathlessly.

"And that's why nobody else will ever know. I figure you didn't get to mourn James properly, either," Ashe went on. "I just wanted you to know how he died, dude."

"How? That memory is a little fuzzy, too."

"Those rats in the tunnels? James died the same way." Randy was standing and staring at Ashe in a blink.

"That can't be," Randy had difficulty breathing. "That just can't be."

"If they can make rat hearts explode," Ashe shrugged.

"They who? Who did that? I thought Paul Harris did it," Randy said.

"He had a few allies," Ashe said. "Randy, this isn't something to discuss with anybody else. Most people just don't remember the exact circumstances. With a little help, you understand."

"Yeah. Vampire help," Randy sounded angry.

"Dude, don't badmouth my dad. Everybody else had a hand in it, too. Maybe it is safer if nobody knows."

"You just handed a mystery to an investigative journalist. You think I won't figure out the truth?" Randy emptied his glass of soda and thumped the tumbler on the island. "Thanks for the info, Ashe. I'll get to the bottom of this."

"I hope you do," Ashe murmured quietly as Randy shut the front door behind him.

Chapter 15
 

"I don't like this, man." Jeremy handled the case of darts carefully. Chad glared at his friend—they'd borrowed Jeremy's mother's car to drive to the beach. "I can't believe they expect us to do this on the full moon."

"Look, just load darts into both guns, get two shots off and then turn," Chad hissed. "And make sure you do it near a tree in case somebody comes after you."

"That's easy for you to say; you'll be out in the crowd, looking innocent while the guilty wildcat is up the tree."

"They probably won't even notice. If we let that deer out, they'll be chasing it instead. You know how it is—if a wolf gets the scent of prey, that's all they focus on. So what if two go down? Less competition for the others." Chad nodded for Jeremy to get on with the task of loading both tranquilizer guns with poisoned darts.

"Too bad we can't get the stupid bat-boy while we're at it."

"Too small, man." Chad snickered at the thought. Ashe's bumblebee bat was too insignificant to hit with a dart. "We can get him later, though. When he's asleep in his coffin."

"Nah, that's just his dad," Jeremy hooted. "Ashe hangs upside down in a cave with little, tiny claws." Jeremy held up a hand in a claw-like gesture. "Maybe if his parents had worked a little harder, he'd be a sparrow." Chad guffawed at Jeremy's description.

"Besides," Jeremy continued, "Fergus says Zeke Tanner will offer jobs to us after we do this," he loaded the second dart. "Good paying jobs. All we have to do is make runs back and forth across the border. We'll have anything we want after we work just a few months for him. Fergus figures Zeke might pay for the information we have on the shifters trying to organize, too." The dart case was closed carefully—it held an extra four darts. "There, all loaded up. We can break into the six-pack, now." Jeremy settled both guns into a case inside his mother's trunk and lifted the cooler lid.

* * *

With fingers shaking slightly, Ashe opened the email he'd received earlier.
I am
risking my life to send you this
, the message began.
I have to trust that you keep it
hidden or my life will be forfeit. This was yours—was meant for you all along. I have no desire to see more injustice aimed in your direction. Therefore, I hope you accept this in the spirit that it was meant and someday, I hope to meet you in person and call you friend—Charles
. What followed was every bit of the H'Morr that had been translated by the strange man he'd met—
Griffin
. Wiping away a bit of moisture from his eyes, Ashe began to read.

* * *

"Late night?" Ashe was yawning at breakfast the following morning. Winkler accepted a cup of coffee from Adele with murmured thanks.

"Yeah. Did some studying." Ashe's watch proclaimed it to be Wednesday, August sixth.

"That doesn't get you out of working," Trace tousled Ashe's hair.

"Never thought it would," Ashe yawned again. "But I learned a few things." Ashe stuffed a bite of sausage into his mouth and watched his mother move about the kitchen while he chewed. She barely acknowledged him any longer. Sighing over his vow never to call his father again, Ashe went back to his breakfast. When Winkler and the others rose to leave, Ashe stayed behind for a few moments.

"Mom?" he said, watching Adele pile dishes into the dishwasher.

"Did you say something, dear?" Adele looked up at him, much like she might have looked at Sali or one of the others.

"You told me once you'd always be my mother. I think you meant it at the time." Ashe turned on his heel and nearly ran from the house.

"Dude?" Sali ran up beside Ashe. They barely spoke during their workout sessions before breakfast. Ashe had started watching Ace work with Wynn and the others—Ace was becoming more and more protective of Wynn.

"What, Sali?" Ashe huffed. The weather was muggy, the air thick with moisture from the gulf and the insects were already singing their daily song. Ashe felt like chucking everything and misting to the dunes to allow the gulf breeze to cool him off. He noticed that Nathan had replaced the boat he'd lost nearly a month before, and it looked expensive. Ashe, in a former life, might have asked for a ride. That likely wasn't an option any longer. He hadn't seen Nathan in days.

"Is that all there's gonna be from now on? You snapping at me?" Sali asked.

"Sali, is this my fault?" Ashe stuffed hands in the pockets of his cargo shorts.

"No. Well—no."

"Look Sal, I'd like to go into the past and trust you again. That's not gonna happen. I can't discuss anything with my best friend, or former best friend, because he'll run to his dad and blab."

"Is that what we are? Former best friends?"

"What would you call it, Salidar?" Ashe never called Sali by his first name. Never. Sali jerked back when Ashe said it. "Did I ever tell your dad you used to spy on the pack in that old oak tree outside Cloud Chief? Or tattle about the dozens of other things that would have gotten you grounded at the very least? That answer is no, dude. You're the one who broke faith."

"Ashe, it's not all his fault." Marco had come up silently on both of them.

"No. But the betrayal feels the same." Ashe misted away.

"You spied on the Pack?" Marco stared at Sali with new respect.

"Yeah." Sali hung his head and scuffed the toe of his flip-flop on the pavement.

"Way to go," Marco grinned, slapping Sali on the back. Sali lifted his head and grinned at his brother.

* * *

Winkler gave Ashe half an hour before calling his cell. Surprisingly, Ashe answered right away. "Son, don't you think it's time you came to work?" Winkler asked.

"Yeah. I'll be right there." Winkler barely had time to end the call before Ashe was standing in front of his desk.

"Kid, maybe you should knock or something. That's just scary," Winkler drew attention to Ashe's sudden appearance.

"I will." Ashe turned to go.

"No. Ashe, sit down. Let's talk."

"About what?"

"About Trajan's engagement. I want to know what you think. Trajan is sweating bullets over this, even though he thinks I don't suspect. I know you know things. I want you to tell me what you think and be brutally honest. I picked Trajan for Wynter. They'll be engaged come Saturday unless you give me a reason to call it off. Honestly, I think Trajan would be relieved. I have no idea how Wynter would feel—she likes Trajan well enough and I know he'd take care of her and never mistreat her, but that's not everything."

"Yeah. I already figured that out," Ashe picked at a thread that escaped the hem of his shorts.

"Well, are you going to tell me or what?"

"Mr. Winkler, I really don't want to scare you that much. More than just appearing in front of you, that is."

"Kid, I'm already scared. A little more won't make that much difference."

"Mr. Winkler, look at me. Look me in the eye," Ashe said. Winkler lifted his eyes and watched as Ashe's eyes changed. Became completely blue. Not the normal blue of his eyes, but midnight blue. The blue that surrounds a full moon at night. Stars appeared in their depths. No other white showed. Winkler cursed softly in wonder. "Wynter will not love Trajan, and he deserves that," Ashe said, his voice deepening. "Trajan will provide for her but she will bear her children and leave."

"But who would she love? Tell me that," Winkler begged.

"Trajan said his name once," Ashe went on. "Thomas Williams, Jr.—from the Sacramento Pack." Ashe blinked and the spell was broken. Winkler watched as his eyes became normal again.

"The Sacramento Packmaster?" Winkler stared at Ashe in amazement.

"Yeah. That's the one." Ashe started to rise.

"No. Sit right there. Hold on." Winkler motioned Ashe down again and hit a button on his cell. Ashe heard when the call was answered.

"Winkler?" The voice sounded surprised.

"Thomas, you're not engaged or anything, are you?"

"No. Not many prospects in the area right now," Thomas replied.

"Good. My daughter needs a husband in two years. Would you like to meet her?" Several seconds of quiet met Winkler's straightforward question.

"Well," Thomas Williams found his voice, "When?"

"How about this Saturday? I'll send the jet out to pick you up. You can run with the Pack here. Let your brother take your Pack out on Sunday."

"All right," Thomas agreed. "Call me when you get everything arranged." Thomas hung up.

"You're sure about this?" Winkler looked at Ashe.

"Yeah."

"Trajan will be relieved."

"I sure hope so. I don't want him to feel slighted or upset."

"Let's find out." Winkler grinned. "Kid, I don't know what that was, but it really is scary as hell. Trajan!"

* * *

"Boss, this is such a relief." Trajan sighed. Ashe hadn't waited around after Trajan whooped with joy when Winkler gave him the news. He'd scooted straight out of Winkler's office and disappeared inside his bedroom. "Mom always wanted it to be a love match," Trajan added.

"Then you'll have that chance. Ashe said Thomas Williams, so she's getting Thomas Williams."

"Boss, try not to shove him down her throat. Why don't you just casually introduce them and see how that works out?"

"All right, we'll go the politically correct route," Winkler agreed. "You can wear that new suit at the engagement party."

"Suits me," Trajan laughed.

* * *

"They are here—the humans call this Lac Savard. It is in Quebec, in the country of Canada," Parlethis was proud of his newly developed map-reading skills.

"Then let us make arrangements to be there tomorrow evening. That will take them by surprise, I think." Friesianna pretended to study the paper map. Rabis had offered to bring her an electronic version. She'd refused.

"I will bring Prince Beldris to you personally," Parlethis bowed deferentially. Rabis held his breath and counted. He had no desire to display his distaste over Parlethis' obsequiousness. That would court disaster with the Queen. She wasn't listening to Rabis anyway. He wished she'd just let him go. He knew where he'd like to be—somewhere watching his grandchild grow into adulthood and come into his talents.

"I care not if he is dead or alive when you bring him," Friesianna remarked icily. "Just bring him. Perhaps we shall offer the Prince to his brother, in exchange for the Dark crown."

"A fitting reward, my Queen." Rabis wanted to relocate just to get away from the fawning Parlethis.

"Rabis," the Queen snapped, bringing Rabis out of his thoughts. "Show my Captain the most advantageous location to mount our attack," she shook the map at her Foreseer.

"Respectfully, my Queen, one place is no better than another," Rabis replied softly.

* * *

"My contact is ready to go," Josiah spoke to a waiting Ezekiel Tanner. "I'll be nearby, ready to help if necessary. We have things well in hand. William Winkler will be dead and you'll have your trophy soon."