Wicked And Wilde: Immortal Vegas, Book 4 by Jenn Stark Page B

but the product was gone. We’ve stopped five or six known dealers. They didn’t have product on them either, but they’re all scared as shit. Won’t talk but in no way are they resisting arrest. They’re practically begging us to lock them up.”
    I started to fidget. Nikki glanced at me, caught my eye, and tapped her temple. I sagged a little in my seat. As a seer, she could see what other people were seeing—or what they imagined in their mind’s eye. What they thought they were seeing. So while I stared at the map and saw all the little pins and strings, superimposed over that map was the shadowy figure who had stalked me on the Boulevard. And because I saw it and she was so attuned to me, Nikki could see it too.
    Which meant she knew I was holding back.
    I had the ability to shut her out of my mind, yes, but…I didn’t want to use it. Not with Nikki. It was nice having someone I could count on to back me up, even if only in my mind.
    I couldn’t keep this a secret, though, my tongue finally ungluing from my mouth. “I think Gamon is here. In the city. So he might be behind the drugs as well as the bodies. I don’t know enough about the guy to know what he markets.”
    Brody spun around. “You’ve seen him?”
    “Maybe. Someone warned me right before we got in the car with you. Stranger to me.”
    “And you’re just now getting around to telling me?” He turned to Nikki. “You got any local players who could actually be this Gamon character?”
    “I don’t think so.” She shook her head. “He’s a big deal. He wouldn’t blend in too well.”
    “True,” Brody nodded, scowling.
    Still, there had to be a reason for the Vegas connection. Why was Gamon here, and why now? Soo was arguably the strongest black market kingpin, and she certainly had it in for Gamon, but she was in Shanghai, safe on her own turf. The local Spinners didn’t swing all that dark. Which left…
    I swallowed. “What about ties to the Council? I asked. “The Emperor has just set up shop here. You hear anything about Viktor hosting a house party?” Viktor Dal, the Emperor of the Arcana Council, was the newest returnee to the Council’s Vegas home base. He and I already had a lot of bad blood between us, dating all the way back to my teen years as Psychic Teen Sariah. For him to be behind Gamon’s arrival in Vegas made sense…but if so, why hadn’t Kreios warned us?
    Viktor’s name brought Nikki forward on her chair, its front legs settling on the carpet. “I could ask,” she said. She could too. Nikki had an inside man—well, demon—in Viktor’s entourage, and Warrick owed her large. “But I don’t think so. Viktor hasn’t stepped foot out of his digs above Paris Casino, and he’s the kind of man who’d want to show off if one of his homeboys was in town.”
    “Fair point.” Brody blew out a breath. “But the technoceutical dealers can’t be the only ones who know this Gamon character is here. You said the dark mages didn’t.”
    “Not that we could tell.” I shrugged. “We weren’t checking them out for that, though.”
    Nikki shook her head. “Like I said before, there’s dark and then there’s dark . Based on tonight’s work alone, this Gamon character is bad news, way out of the league of the local crew.”
    Brody’s phone rang, startling us all, a winsome chirp completely unlike his work tone. He pulled it off the table and held it to his ear. “Brody,” he said.
    Nikki’s eyes fluttered wide. Dixie , she mouthed.
    I grimaced at her, but I did not, for the record, roll my eyes. Because I’m mature like that. Brody and Dixie had been fanning their own flames of everlasting love in the stars for the past few weeks, but I was fine with it. I’d crushed hard on the guy when he’d been Officer Brody back in Memphis, but I’d been a love-struck teenager. Which didn’t count. At all.
    Remotely.
    “You’re kidding me.” Brody’s voice indicated he wasn’t in the mood for a joke, then I