“Fur, bananas, crap throwing, the whole bit.”
He turned back again and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Don’t know the face. But he’s in black, and he’s got binoculars and an underling.
Former military?”
“Given the way he was outfitted the other day, that was my guess. What do you think he’s doing out here?”
“He probably has a police scanner,” Catcher said, the grumble in his voice giving me all the info I needed about his opinion of them. “He probably heard the call and decided to come out and see what kind of trouble vamps were getting into tonight.”
“Damn vampires,” I muttered.
“Always getting into something,” he agreed.
“Since he’s focused on the vamps, I’ll run a Chicago Shuffle and get eyes on him.”
“Chicago Shuffle?”
“I’ll head in the opposite direction and catch him from the back.”
“Sure thing, boss,” I said. “Just watch out for the brass and any dames with nice gams.”
Catcher gave me a dark look. “Sometimes, I don’t know why I bother.”
“Because I’m awesome, and you supplanted me in my own home.”
He smiled slyly. “That does lessen the sting.
You keep an eye on him from here and give me a text if it looks like he’s planning on joining in the fun.”
“Will do.”
Catcher pulled down his ball cap, then slunk into the darkness of the street in the opposite direction.
“Chicago Shuffle,” I quietly murmured, just wanting to say the phrase aloud. I decided all future operations needed names as slick as that one.
Jeff popped back over as soon as Catcher disappeared. “Where’s he off to?”
“We saw McKetrick—the vamp hater—across the street. Catcher went to gather some intel.
What did you find out inside?”
“There’re a lot of dopey vamps in there, and the cops aren’t thrilled they’re causing trouble in public. They’re going to want to pin this on Cadogan, you know.”
“I know. I’m not looking forward to talking to Ethan about it.”
“I wouldn’t be, either. The cops were talking to Chuck about calling Mayor Tate, advising him of what’s up.”
“Kind of a small-beans matter to bother the mayor with, isn’t it?”
“Apparently not when vampires are involved.”
He gestured toward the paparazzi, still snapping photos, now of the humans who’d been inside the bar.
“Not much we can do about it now,” I said.
“But there is something you can do for me.” I held up a hand before he could remind me about Fallon again. “And it’s nothing prurient. But it will require your technological prowess.”
“That’s my second-favorite prowess.”
“There’s a camera at the back door of the bar.
Can you check with Colin and find out if they’re recording the video?”
“Will do. If I find it, what am I looking for?”
“Anything at all. Suspicious activity, drug kingpins, stuff like that.”
“That’s not very specific.”
I patted him on the arm. “That’s why I came to you, Jeff. Because you have mad skills. And keep an eye out for a short guy with dark hair.
You find him, you get the big prize.”
Jeff rocked back on his heels. “Define big prize.”
It took me a moment to imagine a prize that wouldn’t get him in trouble with Fallon—or me in trouble with the North American Central Pack.
But Jeff was an all-American, red-blooded shifter, so I had an idea.
“I’ll call my grandfather’s favorite butcher and order his deluxe holiday special for the office.”
His brows lifted, a gleam of predatory appreciation in his eyes. “We’re not supposed to, you know, accept gratuities—city employees and all—”
“I’m pretty sure there are half a dozen filets in there, probably some sirloins, burgers, chops, franks. But if you think it’s inappropriate, I’ll skip it. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
Jeff nodded with absolute certainty. “If there’s video, I’ll find it. We’ll get you your man.”
“Appreciate it.”
Assignment in hand, Jeff headed back to my grandfather’s Olds, where he climbed into the backseat and opened a black laptop.
I smiled at the enthusiasm, glad I had friends who were on the side of truth and justice. Being Sentinel would have been much harder without Jeff, Catcher, my grandfather, Mallory, and everyone else who kept info moving in my direction. You really couldn’t underestimate the value of a good team.
And now I was starting to sound like Jonah.
Maybe his talk about the RG was getting to me, after all.