“Whom did the donor belong to?” I inquire. A master is as responsible as his human.
“No one,” Harold disappoints. “Her services were rendered through a subdivision of our Human Resources. One of my men is going over the security footage for the past twenty-four hours to find out whom she was in contact with prior to the attack. We will interview everyone we are able to identify and locate. We are also tracing Mark the were guard’s movements through the computer system. Each time he used his key card to so much as open a door, it got recorded.”
Sookie squeezes the armrests of her chair. “That’ll take too much time,” and the fleeting crackling in her voice gives away the elevated stress.
“We must go through the motions.”
Appearances. “I understand,” I say reservedly. With my men already being deployed to Arkansas, this line of investigation is practically useless, but Harold may not break the royal protocol. We need other shortcuts. “What of Mark’s supervisor?”
“He gave the order to suspend Ms. Swift’s H privileges based on some technicality. He stands by his decision.”
“He’s as blank as a primed wall, I checked,” Sookie notes. “But I should still talk to him in person.”
“I will arrange that,” Harold nods. “Meanwhile, in reviewing the timeline, I find none of the events are merely a coincidence.”
I glance at Sookie. “Someone tried to eliminate Raven to get to you. To isolate you. Someone made the reservation at the spa so that you would be alone at that particular hour. The same person who had Nattie, Mark, and his supervisor glamoured.” And she heard nothing from either bloodbag!
“Sookie,” Harold shifts his eyes from me to her, “if there is anything – no matter how insignificant you think it may be…”
“In the hindsight, there was this wrinkle with Nattie,” Sookie replies, pensive. “Earlier by the pool, she was telling me how nice I was to her, but she was filled with contradicting emotions. I could feel it through the wall of glamour. It was almost like she wasn’t supposed to think about me, yet what she was feeling was not sitting well with her.”
“She was already under someone’s control,” I suddenly realize, not without a chill…