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fool me,” I told him. “What’s going on?”
    He sat back and spread his arms along the width of the booth. “You first.”
    “Still no word from Alexa. I presume you haven’t heard anything.”
    “Nothing. But that’s not unusual where Telassar is concerned. I don’t think you understand just how isolated that place is.” He shuddered delicately.
    “All right.” I battled down the urge to take out my frustration on one of my only allies. “Thanks for looking into it.”
    The waitress returned at that moment, and I snatched up my coffee gratefully. Once we had ordered, I leaned in over the table. “What’s the deal with the Red Circuit?”
    His shaggy eyebrows arched. “You’re looking to party? I was under the impression that you hated that whole scene and only did it under duress.”
    “I’m looking for Vincent.”
    Sebastian’s bravado dissipated like mist over the East River. “What have you heard?”
    “Heard? Not a damn thing that’s useful.” I scrubbed one hand through my hair. It was getting long. Alexa liked it when I was a little bit scruffy. I wouldn’t cut it yet because she would be home soon. Because the village phone was broken. That was all.
    “I called Malcolm’s office the morning after Martine’s death, asking about Vincent. I was told by some secretary that he had been treated and released.” Sebastian’s eyes were dark with an emotion I’d never seen him express before. Fear. “She seemed to believe her own story. But no one can reach him.”
    “I talked to an orderly in the medical wing just hours ago,” I said, sitting back as the waitress deposited a stack of pancakes in front of me and an omelet in front of Sebastian. “She said that no one named Vincent had ever been admitted. And that they’d seen no shifters at all in the past two weeks.”
    Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. “That’s odd. There’s always a Were or two at the Consortium—either a newbie dealing with having been turned, or a drug addict trying to get clean.”
    “You mentioned drugs before,” I said, remembering that he had first assumed Olivia to be investigating trafficking at Luna. “Are drugs a big problem?”
    “They’re one way to deal with an animal in your head.”
    “Makes sense.” Alexa had been on several prescription medications after being turned—antipsychotics like Klonopin that had muted the will of her panther while she adjusted to the unfamiliar presence in her psyche. I could imagine the ease with which some shifters became addicted to drugs like that.
    “Look,” I said, trying to get the conversation back on track. “I’ve only seen Vincent twice in my life: once on the Red Circuit, and once last week. Since the Consortium is putting up information roadblocks, I thought I’d go back to the Circuit. But the marquee is blank.”
    Sebastian laid down his fork and grimaced. “More of your friend Olivia’s work. She’s taken her fight up the Consortium food chain, asking questions she shouldn’t know how to ask. Malcolm ordered me yesterday to put the Circuit on ice for a while.”
    “Damn it.” I swallowed the coffee dregs and shifted my mug to the end of the table in the hopes that it would be refilled. “Where the hell is she getting her information?”
    Sebastian’s jaw bunched. “I think we have a leak.”
    “A traitor? Really?”
    “How else do you explain it?”
    I shrugged. “You could be right. All I know is that her source is male.”
    “Well, that narrows it down.”
    Ignoring the gibe, I glanced around the diner to be certain the waitress wasn’t nearby. Maybe I was paranoid, but then again, given the unanswered questions both Sebastian and I were wrestling with, maybe not. He still hadn’t told me what I wanted to hear, and I wasn’t about to let him off the hook.
    “You can’t expect me to believe that the Circuit has actually ground to a halt,” I said. When Sebastian opened his mouth to protest, I raised one hand and fixed him with