“No,” Cassandra said, her first words since we’d begun. “It wouldn’t. Not to you.”

She moved to the window and opened the blind. For a moment, she just stared outside. Then she turned back toward us.

“You have to see this from a vampire’s point of view. Do I think such a slight is grounds for killing someone’s children? Of course not. But I can understand why Edward might. What is the life of those children to him? No more than those bodies in his field. A means to an end. Is he killing them because he wants them to die? No. He’s killing them because he wants to cause pain, to hurt those who hurt him. They killed his life partner. I don’t think you really understand what that means.”

“They’d been together a long time,” I said. “Obviously, they—”

“Obviously nothing. What do you consider a long marriage in your world? Twenty-five years is a cause for great celebration, isn’t it? Edward became a vampire when Queen Victoria took the throne. He’d been one for less than a decade when he went to Russia and met Natasha, who had just become one herself. They have never been apart since. One hundred and fifty years together, with no one else: no parents, no siblings, no children, no friends. Nothing but each other.”

“Now she’s gone, and he wants revenge. He’ll keep killing until he’s repaid every Cabal for her death, by killing children from each.”

“No, he’ll keep killing until he’s dead,” Cassandra said. “Nothing else will stop him. I have no idea what his plan is, and he may very well have one, but he won’t stop when he reaches the end, because he won’t feel avenged. How could he? No hurt he inflicts on the Cabals will match his own.”

“Okay,” said a sleepy voice from the other seat. Jaime opened one eye. “I get the whole ‘eternal love’ thing and, as weird as it sounds, I think you’re right that my spook is this Natasha chick, but that leaves one big question. Why the hell would she want to help us catch her man?”

“Does she?” Lucas said. “I’m not certain that would be a correct interpretation of her actions to date. The only clue she’s given us is the vampire lead, which was undoubtedly meant not to tell us that our killer is a vampire, but that she is.”

I nodded. “Maybe figuring that if Jaime knew she was a vampire, she’d know the right way to make contact.”

“So what does she want?” Jaime asked.

We all looked at Cassandra.

“I don’t know her well enough to answer that,” Cassandra said. “The only thing I can say, with some certainty, is that she wasn’t a passive or unwilling partner in anything Edward did.”

“In other words,” I said, “she’s not suffering a sudden attack of conscience and wants to help us stop Edward before more kids die.”

“Definitely not,” Cassandra said. “She may be seeking the same thing they sought before her death: protection from a rival Cabal, offering to help you find Edward on the condition that the Cortezes protect him from the Nasts. Or she may be hoping to feed you false information and lead you away from him.”

“Doesn’t matter either way,” Jaime said. “Unless she learns how to carve words in my flesh, she’s not telling us anything. Wherever she is, it’s out of necro calling range. She’s trying her damnedest to change that, but it’s not working.”

“And where exactly is she?” I said. “Stuck in limbo? Or a demon dimension? Or some separate vampire afterlife? Maybe if we knew…”

“We can look into that,” Lucas said. “But we may never find the answer. The important question right now is not where is she, but where is he?”

We knew Edward was almost certainly in Miami. Why go elsewhere when all the Cabals were right here? But where to find him? At this point, we might as well grab a map of Miami, start tossing darts into it, and conduct our search that way.

Benicio left shortly after that to start working the Edward angle with the Cabals—or the Cabals that weren’t already working it. Presumably, the moment the Nasts heard the words “vampire suspect” they’d known exactly who was killing their kids and had started searching for him. Of course, it would have been nice if they’d shared that information, but that would also mean sharing the glory when he was caught—and accepting full blame for letting him slide from their grasp in the first place.

“The only way you’re going to catch him is when he goes for his next victim,” Cassandra said as she settled onto our hotel sofa. “And the best way to do that is to set a trap.”

“Not a bad idea,” Jaime said. “One possible target—or two of them—are your nephews, Lucas. I’m sure your dad won’t want us using them for bait, but he’s got the firepower to make sure they’re safe. If you’re there, it wouldn’t be too bad for the kids. They know you—”

Lucas shook his head. “They don’t know me.”

“Well, maybe not very well, but you’re their uncle. They see you at Christmas, family picnics, whatever. They—”

“I mean, quite literally, they don’t know me. We’ve never met, and it’s unlikely they know I exist. Not only do my nephews not know me from a stranger, they barely know my father—that’s Hector’s way of punishing him for his succession choice.”

“Okay,” Jaime said. “But, still, this guy’s going to go after those kids sooner or later. Hector knows that. I’m sure he’d help if it meant his kids would be out of danger for good.”