Page 53 of Property of Crypt Keeper

“You got someone?” he asked.

Katalina softly sighed.

“There’s a broker in the Quarter,” she admitted. “He trades information. Mostly supernatural black-market movement. But to my knowledge, it’s things for supernaturals, not the supernaturals themselves.”

“Maybe because you weren’t in the market for supernaturals,” Mako quietly observed.

“What’s his name?” Zeus asked.

“Marrow.”

Of course it was.

“Marrow’s dead,” I flatly informed her.

Shock flashed in her gaze before it was quickly extinguished. “What?”

My brow furrowed. “You knew him?”

Katalina stared at me for a second too long.

“I used him years ago,” she murmured. “Dirty laundry extraordinaire. He always knew where bodies were buried. Metaphorically and sometimes literally.”

“Not anymore,” Mako muttered with a huff.

Her expression hardened. “How?”

A brief shadow crossed Mako’s face.

“Long story.”

Something flickered in her eyes. Not grief exactly. Disappointment. Calculation. Because whatever she’d planned to ask Marrow… that door had just slammed shut.

Silence stretched around the table.

Then Katalina slowly leaned back. Nails tapping on the arm of her chair, she appeared to be debating something with herself. “I… There may be someone else.”

Every eye in the room shifted toward her.

“I said may. But he won’t talk to bikers,” she continued. “Especially not vampires.”

Mako dramatically slapped a hand over his heart and looked offended. “That hurts.”

She ignored him.

Boomslang crossed his arms. “Who?”

Katalina hesitated. Finally, she said, “Dorian Veyne.”

Zeus frowned immediately. “That sounds fake.”

“Unfortunately,” Katalina muttered, “he’s very real.”

Hack looked up from his laptop. “Who is he?” For Hack not to know who he was, the man must lie extremely low.

“An information broker,” she explained. “Secrets, artifacts, black-market movement, identities. If something forbidden exists in the Quarter, Dorian usually hears about it before everyone else. Sometimes, he’s right in the thick of it.”

Mako narrowed his eyes. “And you trust him?”