this guy and I'm telling you, he's bad. Every cell in my body is screaming it. You guys need to get along, at least until we figure out who he is."
They both backed up slightly.
Cormac spoke first. "None of the operators recognized him coming through the portals. Either someone is lying or he had one hell of a disguise."
"I 'll see what I can come up with," Vitor relented.
"When I was in the mountain with Tracker, he said that their race kept a history of all of the races. Is there any way to get access to that?"
Cormac shot me a look. I knew he was annoyed this was the first he'd heard of this. Geez, it isn't like I do it on purpose, but reporting back every single word ever said is a new thing for me and I'm not really into it.
"They don 't give anyone access to anything they don't have to. Plus, after Tracker's disappearance, neither you or Cormac are on the list of people they feel like helping out. Rumor has it that if they didn't need Keepers, they'd be picking you all off as quick as they could. Watch your back." That last little bit was said directly to me. I got the impression he'd be in front of the line to pick off Cormac if he thought it was feasible. It was becoming all to obvious that the only people Cormac played nice with were his own.
"We 'll be in touch. In the meantime, keep this quiet," Cormac ordered.
"Of course," Vitor said, insulted.
Cormac pushed me to the exit and I pushed back, annoyed at his high handedness but continued out anyway. I didn't want to give these two and excuse to start tussling.
By time we got back in the car, I was exhausted. I wasn 't sure if it was from worrying about who the hell the senator was or the tension of diffusing Cormac and Vitor.
"What 's the deal with you two? Has it always been like this?" I asked as I leaned back in the car.
"Like what?" Cormac asked as we drove along back into the city.
"Is that a joke?" Please tell me he's kidding and that this isn't what he views as normal interaction.
He cracked a smile. "Yes. We 've never clicked but he's just getting on my nerves more often lately."
About twenty minutes later we turned off the Strip down a darkened road that wasn 't much more than an alleyway, sandwiched by two brick faced buildings both about four or five stories tall. The road was narrow but looked like it had been paved recently.
"Where are we?" I asked as I looked around. I followed him out of the car. A kid of no more than eighteen, who must have been lingering in the shadows, came forward and Cormac tossed him his keys.
"We 're at The Cave." He waited until I caught up to him. "Stay close to me. This place can be a bit unsavory," he said and he put a hand on the small of my back as we walked toward a solid steel door that swung open as we neared it. A strange girl with purple streaked hair stood by the door but didn't speak as she closed it after us.
"What is this place?" My first impression, or what I could see of it as my eyes adjusted to the dim light, was that it was a complete dump. The second was that we were sorely out of place; every pair of eyes landed on us, and they weren't friendly either.
"It 's where the Fae and the wolves hang out when they are on our side and don't want to be near humans. I'm sure you'll recognize a lot of them."
As I scanned the room, I realized I did. "Should we be here, after what Vitor said?"
"This is my town. Nobody tells me where I can go." His hand on my back pushed me forward.
I nearly gagged on my first breath of heavy smoke filled the air. It didn't smell like pot, but it wasn't cigarettes either. Men and women lounged about as a weird song I'd never heard played loudly, thumping bass vibrating the floor. The men outnumbered the women by about two to one, and the females that were present all seemed to be coupled up. No little pockets of two or three girls grouped, like you'd expect to see in normal club.
"Why are there no single women?" I asked. I 'd always gotten a chauvinist vibe from