Raven Mask (Camren) Book 2

Chapter 18

"Detective O'brien," Dylan answered on the fourth ring.

"Dylan, it's Camila. I need you to pull up information on a student named Beatrice Miller that attended Jacob's school."

"All right, let me get to a computer."

I waited until I heard him typing. "Beatrice Miller?"

"Yes, she's around Jacob's age, attends the same school and everything."

"She doesn't have a record."

"That's a relief," I said.

"What do you want me to find, Mila?"

"I want her address. We need to interrogate her."

"Where are you?"

"Still at work. I'm about to go home."

"You want to do this tonight?"

"Could you make that happen?"

"If you intend to interrogate her, I'm going with you. I've got her address. Huh," he said, "she doesn't live very far from your girlfriend's club. Camila, do you think she's connected to the murder?"

"She gave Jacob to the vampires."

"Can you prove it?"

"I can prove that I know someone that knows Jacob was talking to her before his disappearance, and when I find Jacob, I can prove it."

"Meet me outside your girlfriend's club at eight thirty," he said, hanging up before I could answer.

"Does that mean you have time to give me a ride home?" Dinah asked.

"Yeah," I said, "barely."

I dropped Dinah off at Lauren's. Afterward, I went by my apartment to get the Pro.40 and small-of-the-back holster. I was surprised to see I still had twenty minutes when I got back behind the wheel.

I liked the Pro.40. I'd taken the Mark III out to the shooting range and found it was pretty good, but I didn't like it as much as the.40. I kept telling myself I would get a Kimber Eclipse, but they were so freaking expensive it'd be a while until I could afford the one I saw in a weapons-and-ammo magazine a few weeks ago. I didn't even know if Shawn could get me a good discount on it, but I planned to find out. Some femmes collect diamonds, I prefer guns. Seriously, what will the diamond do for me? Sparkle? Unless you're certain you can temporarily blind an opponent, I wouldn't recommend wearing anything that sparkles in a fight. Otherwise, you might as well hold a flashing sign over your head that reads: Right here.

I parked next to Dylan's black sapphire Crown Victoria. He stepped out of it and met me halfway. "She lives with her parents," he said.

"I figured as much."

"We have to talk to them first, you realize that? It'll take away the element of surprise if they tell her we want to talk to her."

"I know how it goes." The sign of The Two Points burned more brightly into the night than the few old-fashioned lamps in the parking lot. The asphalt was so dark it looked like black water. I was glad it was Thursday and that the line at the door was surprisingly short. It'd lengthen later in the evening.

I preferred to drive, and I didn't want to ride with Dylan. Sometimes it's best to be able to drive away quickly, without worrying about where you have to drop someone off or whether they want to go hunting monsters with you if you don't have time to dump them somewhere. Dylan gave me the address and was telling me how to get to the house when I heard a woman's voice call out over the small crowd. "Camila."