Must Love Hellhounds

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    Blake must have been thinking along similar lines. “So they’ve left the caravan, changed their mode of transportation.”
    “With a nearby destination, probably. If she’s drugged, even a hired plane is too risky—and so is taking the chance that she’ll wake up when she’s in a car. She’d get someone’s attention.”
    “A local destination,” he repeated, his voice grim. “Where they can start questioning her.”
    “Yes.” She glanced over at him. “We’ll be at the airport in ten minutes. You call Savi, fill her in. It’ll be somewhere isolated. Probably a house, rented or leased in the past six months.” The date Katherine had bought her plane ticket to New York. “Have her cross-reference names with the campground registrations and the real estate agent who was selling the brownstone in Brooklyn.”
    “She won’t find anything.”
    “No,” Maggie agreed. “But it’s better than doing nothing.”
    He nodded, and she listened to the one-sided conversation with her mind hundreds of miles south. You can stop me, Brunhilda. But she couldn’t anticipate James, because she couldn’t see why he was doing this.
    She lowered her window to let the wind rush past her face and finish waking her up. Even this early, the August air was warm. From the cargo area, Sir Pup whined. She rolled the rear window down, and a moment later one of his heads was blocking the view in her side mirror. His tongue and ears flapped like wet flags.
    His eyes were also glowing crimson, but there wasn’t enough traffic to worry about his being seen.
    “Demon,” Blake said quietly. “I’ll ring you again in a moment, Savi.”
    Startled, Maggie glanced over at him. Was he worried about the red eyes? But she didn’t think he’d been looking at Sir Pup.
    “She’s awake, in a bedroom, and there’s a man sitting in the corner who looks like Gavin.”
    His sister’s ex. But it couldn’t be him; Maggie knew Ames-Beaumont had put men on Gavin’s tail the moment Katherine had disappeared.
    And a demon could shape-shift to resemble anyone.
    “Oh, she’s right pissed. Her hands are waving around in that way she has. He’s attempting to calm her. Good luck with that, you bastard.” A moment passed. “And there he goes, out the door. He’s locked it. Come on, Kate, give me something I can work with.”
    Maggie’s phone beeped. Seeing that it was Savi, she simply engaged the speakerphone.
    “There she goes to the window,” Blake said. “She’s upstairs. It’s dark outside, but there’s a light . . . a lighthouse, I think it is. It must be to the north of her. The water’s on the right.”
    Faintly, she heard the clacking of Savi’s keyboard. Already narrowing the search.
    “The house is white. There’s a dock, and a boathouse. A good-sized sailboat tied up.”
    That meant money, Maggie thought. But with a demon involved, that wasn’t a surprise. “Do you see a name on it?”
    “No. She’s searching through the room now. The drawers are empty. No phone. No television. No periodicals.”
    “Nothing that gives away their location.” Savi stopped typing. “Do you think they know what Geoff can do?”
    “If they did, they’d have blindfolded her.” Maggie took the airport exit. “They probably just don’t want her to feel comfortable, so that leaving the room will be a reward—”
    Blake gave a short laugh. “Clever girl, Kate. She’s turned over a lamp on the nightstand. On the base, there’s a label: ‘Laura’s Antiques and Design, Hilton Head, South Carolina.’”
    “Which is . . . ” There was a moment of furious clacking. “Right on the water. It’s an island.”
    “And a tourist trap,” Maggie said. “Probably not isolated enough.”
    “True. I’ll concentrate fifty miles up and down the coast. I’ll also find pictures of local lighthouses for you to look at, Geoff. Once the sun rises, maybe Katherine will be able to see enough that you’ll recognize one. And I’ll have the pilot file a new flight plan that will take you closer to Hilton Head than Charleston is. And, Maggie—I’m monitoring your e-mail, so that if James tries to contact you again, I can get you a location ASAP.”
    “Thank you, Miss Murray.”
    “Oh my god, I wish you’d stop calling me that. Does she do that to you, Geoff?”
    He aimed a grin at Maggie. “Yes, Aunt Savi.”
    “And that is a million times worse. You’re six years older than I am.” The vampire sighed. “Okay, I can’t