Gunmetal Magic: A Novel in the World of Kate Daniels

were unharmed.”
    Curran’s eyes acquired a dangerous glint. “I’m sure the public will take that into account, especially after my people plaster the sordid horror story of the Arirang Massacre over every newspaper they can find.”
    The vamp bared its fangs.
    Curran’s upper lip trembled in the beginning of a snarl.
    I stabbed a throwing knife into the table between them.
    The man and the monster fell silent.
    “There is a child being slowly choked to death upstairs,” I said. “If the two of you could stop baring your teeth for a second, you might even remember that.”
    Silence stretched out between us.
    “I simply wish to help,” Ghastek said.
    Yeah, right.
    Curran’s face looked set in stone. “We don’t need you.”
    “Yes, you do,” Ghastek said. “You have the necklace, but I have Lawrence. He dated Amanda for over a year. I think you will be interested to know that Colin Sunny, Amanda’s father, has a sister. She is married to Orencio Forney.”
    “Orencio Forney, the DA?”
    “Precisely,” Ghastek said. “After yesterday’s affair, the Sunnys are staying in Forney’s house. I trust you understand the implications.”
    I understood them, alright. The Sunnys had just become untouchable. If the Pack attempted to pick a fight with the DA, the tide of negative publicity would drown us, not to mentionthat every cop in the city would make it his personal mission to complicate shapeshifters’ lives whenever possible.
    Curran’s face hardened into that blank, unreadable expression. He saw the writing on the wall as well, and he didn’t like it. “Have you asked for an interview?”
    “In the politest terms possible. We were extremely persuasive, but they are unavailable for comment.”
    “They aren’t asking for Roderick?” What the hell?
    “No, they are not,” Ghastek said. “I found it extremely odd as well. The DA has circled the wagons. If you want any background on the boy and his mother, our Lawrence is your best bet. Give me access and I will share.”
    I looked at Curran. We needed that background.
    His face was unreadable.
    Come on, baby.
    “Fine,” he said.
    A wise man once told me that a man’s house said a lot about his soul. Over the years I had come to the conclusion that was complete bullshit. The Keep, with its foreboding, grim towers and massive fortifications, might have indicated something about Curran’s need to protect his people, but it said nothing about how much responsibility he dragged around. It said nothing about the fact that he was fair and generous. And it sure as hell gave no hint that underneath all that Beast Lord’s roaring, he was hilarious.
    The Casino, on the other hand, looked like a beautiful mirage born of desert heat, sand, and magic. White and elegant, it nearly floated above the ground of the large lot decorated with fountains, statues, and colored lamps. All that beauty hid a stable of vampires. Undead, forever hungry, and gripped in the steel vise of navigators’ minds, haunted its slim minarets. A casino milking money from human greed occupied its main floor, and deep inside it, the People brewed their schemes and machinations with the ruthless precision of a high-tech corporation, interested only in results and profits.
    I parked the Jeep and peered at the Casino through the windshield. I didn’t want to go in. Judging by the surly look on his face, Curran didn’t want to go in either.
    We opened our doors at the same time and headed toward the Casino.
    “We’re doing this for the child,” Curran said.
    “Yes.” It was good to remember that. “We’re just going to go in and talk to them.”
    “And not kill anybody,” Curran added.
    “Or anything.”
    “And not break things.”
    “Because we don’t want a giant bill from the People.”
    “Yes.” Curran’s face was grim. “I’m not giving them any of the Pack’s money.”
    I nodded. “We’ll be good, we won’t have to pay any damages, and then we’ll come out and take a nice shower.”
    “Wash the stench off. I can smell the bloodsuckers from here.”
    “I can
feel
them from here.”
    I could—the sparks of vampiric magic tugged on me from the white parapets.
    “Thanks for doing this,” Curran said.
    “Thank you for coming with me.”
    Get in, get out, don’t cause a giant war between the Pack and the People. Piece of cake.
    We passed through the tall arched entrance guarded by two men with curved yataghan swords. The guards wore black and looked