He agreed, so I did, then asked how long he could hold her.
“’S long as I want.” He didn’t take his eyes off of her.
I nodded. Whoever she was, she wasn’t weak, but if anyone could hold her indefinitely, it was Kerry. The kid was a power plant.
“Mira, would you and Gigi please watch over Lilas in the other room until we’re sure she’s who she says she is?” I tilted my head toward the bedroom door. “I can’t believe she’s a fake, too. She knew too much about Kerry and to find achildwho could pull off a con like this? Highly unlikely. Still, now is not the time to take chances.”
“Sure.” Her smile was wry as she met my eyes. “Come on, Gigi. The boys don’t want us to see them torture information out of this chick.”
After they left, I crouched next to Kerry.
“How did you know she wasn’t the real Amanda Greenaway?” I asked.
“She’s not pregnant. At least, she don’t look it to me.”
A hunch. He was acting on a hunch. He was going to burn her face off on a hunch—
“Hank and Gina are on their way.” Jax slid his phone in his pocket as he rejoined us.
Good. This was getting too big for a few teenagers and a beginner college team, and I would be grateful to finally have some experienced backup.
38. Spider Lady
Mira
Hank Bishop waited until his wife had coated Spider Lady in purple power, then crouched down with a face that coulda been forged from steel.
“You sold information about nephilim to Samuel Castle.” He wasn’t asking.
“Yes,” hissed Spider Lady.
“When was the last time?”
“Mid-October.”
“Nephilim are still going missing.” He frowned and traded a look with Gina. “More every week. How many other spies does Castle employ?”
“I was the only one who provided the lists of outgoing teams and their planned destinations.” She shook her head. “If he is still actively harvesting them, I can only assume he has found a new contact at the Sanctuary.”
“And the increase?”
“It happened occasionally. Large orders.” She talked about selling people as if they were cheeseburgers or cows or something. “Requests for very specific nephilim.”
“Why does Castle want nephilim?”
“I never asked. Only the money mattered,” Spider Lady said.
“How did you find nephilim to sell to him?”
“I am a warden.”
Shocked silence.
“Who are you?” Gina asked.
“Peridot Grisa.”
“Dotty Gray?” Hank’s eyebrows flew up.
