Derek looked as if he was going to say no, but then sighed. “I’ll ask him, but…”
“But what?” she asked.
“It’s just … you didn’t like what I found out the first time—about your father being the only suspect—and I don’t think it’s going to be any different.”
“I need to know,” Della said. “Me liking it is beside the point.”
* * *
A couple of hours later, Della spotted the Panty Perv as soon as she took the first curve in the path leading to the office. He’d texted her and said he needed to see her early.
He walked with a sense of purpose … no, more like confidence. He wore jeans, a bright yellow shirt, and a brown hoody mostly zipped. His boots matched his hoody, a worn yet warm color. The yellow of his shirt made his light green eyes appear lighter. Almost a gold green.
She felt her pulse pick up speed as if she’d been anticipating seeing him. She hadn’t, she told herself, but it felt like a lie.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as soon as he got within five feet of her.
“What do you mean?” She answered his question with a question to avoid having to lie.
His expression said he was on to her. She didn’t care. It simply wasn’t fair that Chase could control his heartbeat and therefore lie. Sure, she could almost tell from his facial expressions, but it wasn’t 100 percent accurate.
“What do you need to talk about?” This afternoon she’d started worrying that Chase had seen the same vision she’d had last night.
If so, would he suspect that the victim was related to Della? Would he know that either her dad or her uncle was responsible for a murder? Chase could have easily put two and two together if what she suspected was true—that her uncle had been the one behind the Vampire Council sending him to check on her and Chan. For that matter, her uncle could even be on the council.
Or, Chase could be telling the truth when he said that he’d just been following orders.
Either way it brought her to the issue she needed to tackle. When was she going to get to meet the council and get a chance to see if her uncle was connected?
“You answer me and I’ll tell you.”
“Answer what?” She continued walking. Chase reached out and took her by the elbow. Not a tight grip, but softly. As if the touch should mean something. That annoyed her.
“Stop playing games, Della. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Did that mean he knew? Or that he just knew she was avoiding lying? Her heart did a few somersaults.
“Why do you think something’s wrong?” She pulled away from his hold and continued moving toward the office.
“You look upset.” He fell into step beside her.
“Bad day.” That wasn’t a lie. She’d been within an inch of being turned into a kangaroo by one of her best friends. And her conversation with Derek about her aunt Bao Yu had her second-guessing everything she thought was true.
She didn’t look at Chase as she moved, but at her feet. Her black boots still had Chunky Monkey sludge on them. The scent of banana ice cream floated up from the soles of her shoes. She probably should have wiped them off.
Her next breath, she caught the scent of spicy male soap, and found herself wondering why she hadn’t bothered to change clothes. Then she remembered that she shouldn’t care how she looked. They were on a mission, not a damn date.
“I think it’s more than just a bad day,” he said.
Della stopped walking and faced him. “Why do you think it’s more?”
“Cut the crap of answering a question with a question. Just talk to me.”
More suspicious than ever, she lifted one hand to her hip. “Did the ghost tell you something?” The moment she posed the question, she wanted to suck the words back into her mouth.
He stared at her. “No. I just … I can read you … it’s part of the bonding, I guess.”
“What do you mean by ‘read’?” Surely he couldn’t know what she was thinking. That would be disastrous.
“I can tell you’re upset by looking at you.”
“How?” she asked.
“I notice little things. Things that I don’t think I’d notice otherwise.”
“What things?”
“First, you’re a tad more of a smartass.” He almost grinned. “And second, your right eyebrow lifts about an eighth of an inch when you’re tense.”
She purposely dropped both her eyebrows.
He chuckled. “Do you find yourself noticing things about me?”
She so wanted to say no, but it would have been a lie and he’d know it. Hadn’t she already noted what the color of his shirt did to his eyes? And the confidence in his gait. And …
“I’ve always been the observant type.” There was some truth in that, too.
The twinkle in his eyes faded. “Seriously,” he said. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s personal.” He couldn’t argue with that one. She commenced to walking.
“Wait.” He caught her arm again.
So maybe he could argue.
“Did the ghost give you something? Is that what this is about?”
See, she’d been right about that being a mistake. She pulled away. “Burnett’s waiting on us.”
“We’re early, remember? Damn it, talk to me. If the ghost—”
“I told you, it’s personal.”
“Is it about Steve leaving?” Disappointment rang in his voice, and his eyes grew a bit brighter as if the thought disturbed him.
Her first impulse was to tell him that Steve was none of his business, but perhaps she could use this to get Chase off her back. She tilted up her chin. “And that’s personal.”
He nodded as if satisfied that was all she’d been worried about. “Fine, but if you need to talk, I’ll listen.”
She could tell he didn’t really want to hear her whine about Steve, but his offer came off sincere.
“Yeah, like that’ll happen,” she said.
“There goes the smartass attitude again.”
“But I’m so good at it,” she countered, half teasing.
“That you are.” He smiled.
His smile, genuine and sexy, caught her off guard and she stared at it a fraction of a second longer than she should have. He noticed, too. She could tell by the way his gaze—soft and alluring—shifted slowly to her eyes.
Pushing the thought away, she tightened her spine. “What did you need to see me about before we talk to Burnett?”
He stopped walking and pulled a twig off a tree that lined the path. “I want to ask for a later curfew. If we’re going to hang out by the funeral home and see if we can run into anyone who knows anything about Liam, we might need to be there a while. But if you think Burnett will say no, then maybe we should follow the theory that it’s better to say you’re sorry than to ask for permission.”
She made a face. “Burnett doesn’t like that theory.”
“Fine, we’ll ask.”
“Is that how you work with the Vampire Council?” She grabbed the opportunity to move the conversation toward the council.
He made a get-real face. “The Vampire Council doesn’t micromanage like Burnett. You’d think you were his daughter.”
“So they don’t care about you.”
“They care, they just trust me to get the job done without overseeing every little detail.”
She started walking again. “I imagine when I’m a full-fledge agent, instead of just a junior part-timer, it will be the same.” She couldn’t stop herself from defending Burnett, but then added, “But I’m looking forward to meeting them.”
When he didn’t respond, she looked at him. “When do you suppose that will be?”
“When what will be?” he asked, and she recognized her own tactic of answering a question with a question.
“Now who’s doing it?” she asked. He feigned innocence. “Meeting the Vampire Council,” she answered directly. “When is it going to happen?”
“I wasn’t aware that was set in motion.”
“Oh, I just assumed since they had a hand in our work, I’d meet them just like you’ve met with Burnett.”
“I could look into it,” he said. “But I have a feeling Burnett wouldn’t approve.”
“What Burnett doesn’t know won’t kill him,” she answered.
“But you want to ask him about moving your curfew. How does that make sense?”
“He’d know I stayed out late,” she said, pointing out the difference. “He doesn’t have to know—”
“I still think he’ll have a shit fit about me keeping you out late and he’s going to say no.”
“A shit fit never killed anyone. And we won’t know until we ask.”
“Which brings me back to my point,” he said. “Let’s ask him about you meeting the Vampire Council.”
“No,” she said.
Chase’s brows tightened, and a thin line—a worry line, perhaps—appeared between his eyes. She got the distinct feeling that it wasn’t just Burnett who didn’t approve of her meeting the Vampire Council. Was there a reason Chase didn’t want her meeting them?
Could it be because she was right? Her uncle was part of the organization? Her uncle, whom she believed murdered her aunt?
And Chase knew it.
She recalled her pinkie promise to Miranda. To discover if Chase was more of a toad or a prince. Right now, the Panty Perv was looking more and more like he ate grasshoppers for supper.
* * *
Burnett handed them a picture of Liam Jones. “He’s a good kid. No criminal history. Was going to college to be an engineer. He’s part African-American and part white. He lived with his mother.”
Della looked at the image, and while it had been too dark to see his face in the vision she’d had, she somehow knew this was the right Liam.
Chase stared at the image, and Della could tell he felt it, too. This was their Liam. He looked up at Burnett. “By the way, we’ll need a later curfew tonight.”
Burnett’s expression hardened. “How late?”
“As late as it takes,” Chase said, looking back at the image. She could tell he almost felt a bond with Liam. Not that she could blame him, she sort of felt one toward Natasha as well. Feeling as if you were in their skin, in their head, sort of did that to you.
“We’ll be fine,” Della added. “You know we can take care of ourselves.”
“Being stronger and faster doesn’t make you invincible.” Oh, boy, Della had heard that one about a hundred times since she’d been Reborn.
“It almost does,” Chase argued.
Della inwardly cringed. That wasn’t the right thing to say. She cut Chase a look of warning.
“And that tells me why I can’t trust you.”
“Do you want us to look for Liam or not?” Chase asked.
Burnett contemplated it for a few long, silent seconds. But he wasn’t going to stay silent long. He never did.
“Yes,” he said, firmly, “but I’ll assign another agent to accompany you for that portion of the evening.”
Chase leaned forward. “I hate to argue with you, but I did some checking. There’s a couple of supernatural gangs that hang out around there. Young, teen gangs. We don’t need some old fart hanging out with us. They’ll blow our cover right off the bat.”
Burnett’s eyes got brighter. “I’ll go myself.”
“And my point remains the same.” Chase crossed his arms over his chest.
Holy shit! Had Chase just called Burnett an old fart?
Della held her breath, afraid Burnett would call off the whole mission.
Burnett’s eyes brightened and she saw him clamp his jaw shut as if to keep from going bonkers on Chase’s ass. “I’ll send a younger agent.”
Chase exhaled. “We really don’t—”
“I. Will. Send. A. Younger. Agent.” Burnett’s dark and very loud voice left it clear that it wasn’t up for debate.
When Chase settled back in his chair, Burnett continued, in a more normal voice. “I’ll call with details when I have them.”
“Fine.” Chase rose and started out. Della got just out of the office and looked back at the still-pissed Burnett. She let Chase get out of the front door and then she stuck her head back in the door. “I don’t think you look like an old fart. He hasn’t ever seen you without your shirt.”
“Thank you,” he said. “I think.” He stood up. “Be careful. And watch him, he might be even more of a wild card than you.”
“I will.”
* * *
A radio was on inside the Owen house. But again, it appeared as if no one was home. Or someone inside was sleeping with such low breathing they couldn’t pick it up. Della took in a noseful of air. She had to bypass Chase’s clean scent to see if she could pick up any traces of human.
It was there. “I smell…”
“I know, but I smelled it yesterday, too,” Chase said. “They probably have a workout room and it’s filled with sweat. Haven’t you ever been to a human gym? The smell is almost overpowering.”
Della hadn’t been in a gym since she’d become vampire. Cutting him a look, she wondered why he would go to the gym. The machinery wasn’t strong enough to offer a vampire a real workout. Then she remembered why most guys go to gyms: to meet hot girls.