“Well, I don’t know why he knew.” The new speaker was short and kind of round with her graying blonde hair cut in a bowl shape. “I knew because I was feeding her cats. I’m the one who discovered the break-in.” She clutched at Tony’s arm with a small plump hand. “I found it this morning when I went in to feed them.”

“Are they all right?”

“Oh, yes. They’re in my apartment now.” The emphasis came with a distinct sneer in Julian’s direction.

“Moira is allergic to cats.”

Last night. Not the Shadowlord, then. And not Mason—so far being shadow-held hadn’t come with super powers, and Mason’s muscle was more show than substance. Which left—Henry.

He’d leave the question of why Henry had broken into Arra’s apartment for after sunset and only hoped that their earlier visits had left enough fingerprints to screw up any kind of an investigation. Had Arra been here when the vampire arrived? Had Henry locked her away somewhere so she couldn’t run? Probably not. If she’d been out and around, free to make up her own mind, there was at least a chance she’d have shown up at the gate this morning—Henry wouldn’t take that chance away from him. He’d probably just been looking for her, searching her apartment for some idea of where she’d run off to.

“So you have no idea of where Ms. Pelindrake might be, or how to reach her?”

What? Oh, right, the cop. “Sorry, no.” He’d hoped she was home, just hunkered down and not answering the phone. Failing that, he’d wanted to do the same thing Henry had—search the apartment for clues. He’d had no plan for actually getting into the apartment, but it seemed Henry’d taken care of that for him—if the police would just haul ass out of his way.

And right on cue . . .

“Right, we’re done.” Cop number two appeared behind his partner. “Television’s there, TiVo’s there, computer’s there, seventy bucks in a dish on the coffee table—if it was a burglary, they were after something specific and small.”

“No way of knowing until Ms. Pelindrake reappears.” Turning his attention back to the crowd, he swept it with a patronizing expression although he’d probably intended said expression to be stern. Not the first cop Tony’d ever met who didn’t know the difference. “The moment any of you hears from her, have her call the station. You all have the number.”

Since Tony had no intention of having Arra call the station if found, the fact he didn’t have the number was irrelevant. Okay, or not. As he didn’t seem to have an option, he took the offered business card and stepped back out of the way as both constables ducked under the tape, pulling the apartment door closed behind them.