Their home was a nondescript red-brick house that was surrounded by other nondescript red-brick houses. Fading roses littered the front garden and pencil pines lined the side boundaries, providing the illusion of privacy.

As I walked up the cracked concrete path to the front door, the blinds twitched aside and a freckled face briefly peeked out. It definitely wasn't the face of a parent-more like a younger brother.

I stopped on the porch and pressed the doorbell. The buzzer rang harshly and footsteps echoed, coming from the room where the blinds had twitched.

"What?" a surly voice said, without the door being opened.

"Riley Jenson, from the Directorate," I said. "I need to talk to your parents."

"They ain't here."

"Where are they, then?"

"Why do you want to know?"

I bit down on my impatience, trying to remember he was probably little more than thirteen or fourteen and alone in the house. Technically, he was doing the right thing-although the standard security screen door and the old wooden door behind it wouldn't have stopped many nonhumans if they really wanted to get into the house.

"I'm investigating your sister's death, and I need to ask them some questions."

"What type of questions?"

Okay, so this kid was seriously annoying, whether or not he was doing the right thing. "I'd really prefer not to be talking to two doors. Open the wooden door."

"You going to show me your ID?"

"I will." I grabbed my ID from my pocket and slapped it against the metal mesh. "You going to tell me your name?"

There was a pause, then the main door creaked open. The kid was thin and gangly, with a thatch of carrot-red hair and blue eyes to go with the freckles I'd briefly glimpsed earlier.

"It's Josh." His eyes widened as he studied the ID. "You're a guardian? I thought only vampires were guardians."

"I'm part of a new daytime squad." I shoved the badge away. "What time will your parents be home?"

He shrugged. "Mom in an hour or so, Dad after six. They won't be able to tell you much, though."

"And why is that?"

"Because Amy and them never talked. She was supposed to be moving out next week, in fact."

"Who was she moving out with?"

"Some dumb guy she lurved."

I raised my eyebrows. "You don't believe in love?"

"Not when all she talked about was banging the guy."

I grinned. "Did she talk about anything else other than sex with her hot guy?"

"Not really." He shrugged as he said it, but his gaze flicked away from mine and heat crept into his cheeks.

"It's really important to tell me if you do know anything," I said softly, "It might just be the difference between catching her killer and not."

He didn't say anything for several seconds, nor would he meet my gaze. "I promised Amy I wouldn't tell anyone."

"I think this is one promise Amy would want you to break. You don't want her killer going after someone else, do you?"

Which wasn't fair, but it had the desired effect.

"I guess not," he mumbled, then sniffed. "She was offered some big-paying job. It's how she could afford to move out of home."

What were the odds that the job was offered by a woman wearing an ill-fitting blond wig? "What kind of job?"

He hesitated. "She wasn't a crim or anything. She just needed the money."

"I understand that, Josh, but I need to know what she did."

"A lady paid her eight grand to bang some vampire."

I blinked. That certainly wasn't an answer I'd been expecting. "And did she get paid money often to bang people?"

"Hell, no. She wasn't a whore. This was a onetime job, like."

"I don't suppose you know the name of the vampire she was supposed to be with?" Maybe if we could find him, we might stand a chance of understanding what the hell was going on. And why these kids were being killed.

He shrugged. "It was strange. Arkell? Or something like that?"

Oh my God… "Armel?" I said, and almost held my breath for his answer.

"Yeah, that's it."

Armel. Who liked redheads. Fucking hell, we had a connection. But there was no way on earth any of the murdered teenagers had the magical resources needed to overpower old vampires, so why were they being paid so much money to seduce them? It had to be a part of the plot, but I wasn't yet seeing the connection. "And that's all she had to do? Sleep with him and leave?"

He nodded. "Easy money."

"Do you know how Amy was supposed to meet this vampire?"

"Some club." He shrugged.

Meinhardt's, I thought, remembering what Anna had said about Martin Shore's last conquest. Only Amy wouldn't have been old enough to get into a strip joint like that. So somewhere along the line, club security and/or its owners were involved in these cases. "And she did what she was supposed to?"

"Yeah. No problems."

Except that she never got to spend her earnings, because her life had been ripped apart by the living dead. "So where did Amy meet the woman who gave her the job?"

"At the social security office. Amy was waiting to hand in her form so she could get rent assistance, and the woman just started talking to her." He shrugged. "It went from there, I suppose."

"Did she ever mention what the woman looked like?"

"No." He hesitated. "She did get one of the woman's business cards, though. It was black, with a really cool picture of a staked heart on it."

The same card that Joe had given me. Surprise, surprise. "What happened to it?"

"Amy probably kept it in her purse. Don't know where that is."

Meaning the zombie or the sorcerer had probably removed it after the kill, because otherwise Cole would have mentioned it. "There's nothing else you can remember that might help with our investigation?"

"Don't think so." He hesitated. "Are you going to catch whoever did this?"

"We certainly plan to."

"Good." He hesitated again. "Kick him for me. The bastard deserves that. And make sure some sappy lawyer doesn't get him off easy."

"Oh, trust me, the person behind these murders won't get off easy." Mainly because he or she would be dead. I hesitated then asked, "Tell me, do you know anyone by the name of Kye Murphy?"

"Dad's friend? Sure. Why? He in trouble?"

So the bastard was telling the truth. Amazing. "No, I was just checking. Thanks for your help, Josh."

He nodded and slammed the door shut. The windows twitched as I walked away, and a freckled face watched me climb into the car.

The next stop should have been the safe house so I could show Joe the picture of the two women and check whether one was his blonde, but with the business cards all but confirmed as trackers, that wasn't the wisest move. The magic might have faded, but that didn't mean the witch couldn't still track us through it. I hoped the magi had come up with something to counter it-and had already given it to Joe.

I traveled back to the Directorate then headed for my desk and checked out the searches. Both of them were still ongoing.

I blew out a breath in frustration, then glanced up as Jack came into the room.

He didn't look happy. "You'd better get over to the safe house straight away."

Alarm ran through me and I stood up quickly. "What's happened?"

"Another zombie has been raised, and the safe house holding your street kid has been attacked."