it; you reek of mortality.â
âThatâs not your business,â I told her. âThatâs between me and Cedric.â
âFair enough.â Using a fingernail as a letter opener, she sliced the side of the envelope and pulled out a note. I watched her eyes as they darted back and forth across the page. I sensed intelligence there.
âWhere are the rest of the Crypts?â I asked. âOr is the whole gang just you and the girl at the door?â
The look on her face darkened. âIf youâre trying to count how many of us there are, to report back to the Wolves, you wonât be able toâbut believe me, there are many more of us than there are in your little pack.â
I put up my hands apologetically. âDidnât mean to rub you the wrong way. Just curious.â
She took a moment to judge me honestly and said, âThe Crypts are all here. Youâre just not looking in the right places.âShe finished reading the note. Her dangling earrings rattled with every movement of her head, and only now did I realize what they were. Human finger bones.
When she was done with the letter, she turned her eyes from the paper to me again, studying me as intensely as she had studied the letter. âWhatâs your name?â
âEveryone just calls me Red.â
She grinned. âAre you the Red Rider?â
I have to admit I was impressed. I didnât know I had a reputation. âYeah, thatâs me. So how come you know me?â
âYou donât remember me, do you?â she said. Again, a statement more than a question. I found it hard to believe that I could forget someone like this, but I drew a total blank. She smiled even wider. It was almost warm. âI used to be your babysitter. In the days before.â
All at once it came to meânot a memory of her face, but a memory of her style. The way her hands would move across a game board. The way she would sing to me when I went to sleep. For an instant I flashed on a memory of her perfumeâsort of vanilla and spice. She didnât smell like that now, though. She had the same strange, unnamable smell as the rest of this place.
âRowena?â
âSo you do remember me!â
I nodded. I couldnât imagine my parents trusting me to the hands of a babysitter like thisâ¦. But I guess she wasnât always like this.
âYou were a sweet kid,â she said.
I frowned and pushed up my shoulders. âYeah, well, sweet doesnât get you much in this town.â
âIt can get you further than you think,â she said.
âWere you always so mysterious? I donât remember that.â
She responded with a silence as mysterious as her words. Pulling a pen out of thin air, it seemed, she flipped over the note and scribbled on the back of it. âTake this back to Cedric,â she said, handing it back to me.
She took no care to conceal the note in an envelope, or even to fold it so that I couldnât read it. Somehow I sensed she wanted me to read it, so I did. The message read:
IT IS AGREED.
SEND HIM AT MIDNIGHT,
THREE NIGHTS IN A ROW.
âYou can go now,â she said.
âCan I ask what the message means?â
âBetter if you donât.â
Knowing Iâd get no more out of her, I turned to go, and as I neared the door, the first girl appeared out of the shadows, opening it for me.
âA word to the wise, Red,â Rowena called out from behind me. âIf you canât stay on Cedricâs good side, then stay out of his way entirely.â
Then the door slammed closed behind me, and I was alone in the stark shadows of the dead industrial canyons.
12
A Few Million Werewolves
B eing a double agent takes a toll on you. You spend your days lying, pretending to accept friendship like you mean it, knowing youâre going to betray those same people who trust you. Cedric had so much power in his gang, but in a way I had even more
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