His smile was all teeth and little humor. “We killed a few of the bastards, that’s how.”

“And they were carrying IDs?”

He snorted again. “Of course not. We ran a trace on their prints and got zero results.”

No great surprise given no one could apparently trace Rinaldo’s background, either.

“Have there been any more attacks on your venues?” I asked.

“No, but we did ramp up security after the last one.” He paused. “If he has got the services of a witch, though, we might have to do more.”

I doubted a witch of any standing would agree to work with Radcliffe, and those who did almost certainly wouldn’t be capable of creating a spell powerful enough to withstand Frederick’s magic. But I wasn’t about to say that. There was no point in aggravating Radcliffe any more than necessary, especially since he was being cooperative. Surprisingly so.

But it was probably a matter of his need to get rid of Rinaldo being greater than his hatred of me.

“We were told that Rinaldo was in charge of the most recent raid on the gaming venue—is that true?” I asked.

He nodded. “The security cams recorded the whole thing. The bastard was obviously aware of them, and just as obviously didn’t care.” His gaze narrowed slightly. “Why?”

“Because at the same time as he was attacking your venue, he was also confronting us in Rosen Senior’s apartment building.”

“Impossible.”

“Apparently not.” I took out my phone and showed him the photograph I’d taken of Rinaldo in his Professor Heaton persona. “This is him, isn’t it?”

Radcliffe leaned forward and studied the picture for a moment. “Yes. But it’s impossible to be in two places at the same time unless you can clone yourself. And that isn’t possible just yet. Not when it comes to humans, anyway.”

“Cloning may not be,” Jackson said, “but it’s more than possible that whoever he’d sent in his place when he attacked your venues was using a glamor to make it seem like he was there.”

The vampire who’d confronted us definitely hadn’t been using one. While glamors could change your appearance, they couldn’t alter your voice. The Rinaldo who’d confronted us at Rosen’s was very definitely the same vampire who’d tried to grab me at the Chase Medical Research Institute—the place where I’d quite happily worked as Baltimore’s research assistant before this whole mess had begun.

“I see no point in using a glamor in that sort of situation, but I guess we’re dealing with a very old vampire. Who knows how those fuckers think.” Radcliffe frowned. “What were you doing at Rosen’s place?”

“Looking for Professor Wilson’s missing research notes.” I took a sip of tea, then added, “Don’t suppose you know anything about them, do you?”

His smile flashed. All teeth, no sincerity. “I’m not likely to tell you that.”

Meaning, I suspected, he was as clueless as the rest of us. I doubted he would have been able to contain his smugness had it been otherwise. “Would it be possible to view the tapes of the attack?”