Whoa, I said. Is that wise?

What else have we got? he replied. We’ll remove the page about the inverter, although he probably already knows about that.

The inverter was a device that made the wearer immune to telepathic intrusion via an inversion process. Rosen’s company had been working on it before his death.

Radcliffe was more than likely already aware of the device, given he’d been bleeding Rosen of information for months—if not years—and then selling it via the black market. Although Sam had intimated that PIT had put a psychic block on Rosen in order to stop him from babbling about certain projects, so maybe not.

“Rosen had a file on Rinaldo?” Surprise edged Radcliffe’s gravelly voice. “I had no idea.”

“That’s the problem with drugging someone to grab information,” I said drily. “They can only supply what you ask for.”

The look he cast my way very definitely wasn’t friendly. “The tapes for the file.”

“Agreed,” I said. “When and where?”

He hesitated, seemingly surprised—and almost immediately suspicious—of my ready agreement. “Your office, tomorrow morning.”

“We won’t be there before ten.” I hesitated. “I also want a truce on hostilities.”

He laughed, a sharp sound that had heads turning. He ignored the looks and leaned forward. “After what you’ve done to both me and my men, what makes you think I would ever agree to something like that?”

“Because the only way any of us is going to stop Rinaldo is by working together.”

He snorted. “Good luck getting either the sindicati or the wolves to agree to something like that.”

“They already have,” Jackson said. “Or at least there’s an agreement to exchange information when it comes to Rinaldo.”

Which wasn’t exactly the truth, but Radcliffe was unlikely to check the story, given rats generally kept their dealings with vampires as brief as possible. While they did sell information and black market items to them, they certainly hadn’t developed a more permanent business partnership, as Baker’s wolves had. Partly, I think, because the two had a long history of distrust that stemmed from darker times, when vamps had considered weres good hunting material. Humans might always have been a vampire’s main diet, but shifters certainly provided more of a challenge for those so inclined. And rats had always been more plentiful than the larger weres.

Radcliffe’s gaze swept between the two of us, his expression giving little away. “If I agree to a truce, I want any and all information you might get from either Baker or the vamps.”

“If you agree to do the same, sure.”

His eyes became little more than black slits, but after a moment, he nodded, the motion short and sharp. He stuck his hand out. “A deal shaken on is a deal that must be honored.”