A grand orchestra began to play as massive spotlights shot up into the clear night sky and beamed beyond the top of the US Capitol building. I could only imagine how tourists were reacting to such a sight from the front, then again…I could actually hear them.
It’s an alien invasion!
Quick, grab my camera.
I told you that place was haunted.
The comments and perceived notions went on and on and passed through my head like cars passing by. I closed my eyes for a second to center myself again as I stood in a quaint corner of the man made garden, nursing my first flute of Moet. I studied each guest as they walked in, checking their eyes and reading their minds while they passed through a lavish archway decorated with rich ivy vines, calla lilies, white roses and white lights.
I had viewed the guest list almost twenty-four hours ago for the mid-summer gala and it was a who’s who of politicians, musicians, actors, scholars, leaders and of course the President of the United States and his lovely family. I was hired because of my skills by one of the President’s right hands; he was told that I was the best of the best at what I did and he was right. My job was serious but sacred too.
Guests ushered in by the dozens, dressed like Academy Award nominees; men in tailored suits with clean haircuts and close shaves. The women were dressed in jewel toned dresses, peplum accents and revealing necklines adorned with sparkling diamonds and matching earrings. This was not your average black-tie event, this was a major affair. As I watched more couples arrive, I was thankful that I let my best friend, Sarina dress me.
“You cannot go to this party dressed like a secret service agent. For God sakes, the President is going to be there.” She warned me two weeks ago while we were out shopping for my dress.
“I am a secret service agent.” I pointed out.
“Yes….exactly.” I said. Sarina rolled her eyes as she thumbed through a rack of dresses. Thanks to my best friend, I appeared to blend in with the crowds; dressed in a black strapless number with a sweetheart neckline and jeweled detail under the bust line itself. The floor length dress was sexy enough without bringing attention to me and professional enough for the other agents to recognize me as more than just a woman. I had my hair pulled up in a delicate French twist with thick tendrils cascading down the front and I kept my jewelry basic with the diamond tennis bracelet that was my grandmother’s and a cocktail ring that matched the jeweled detail of the dress. I rounded out the look with black peep toe Louis Louboutins, sheer pantyhose and my Kel-Tec P32 handgun.
I never left home without “Monty.”
The party was about to begin; I downed my glass of Moet, discarded it to the passing waiter and retrieved another one. “Must be nice, not to have a liquor limit.” A familiar voice said. I turned and smiled at the appearance of Eddy Moss. Eddy stood about six foot five and even with my heels on, I still had to shift my head to meet his eyes. He was handsome man in his late thirties with thick, wavy black hair that received a streak of silver. His face was square with a chiseled jaw line and high cheekbones. Eddy worked his way up from a policeman to a detective to a supernatural vice who headed the Washington D.C. unit.
Eddy was dressed in a crisp, black suit with faint, silver pin stripes; the white dress shirt was pressed firm against his bulging chest and showcased a silver tie. His black wing top shoes gleamed under the garden lights and I noticed he too was packing light with a slim holster carrying his favorite firearm. He grabbed a glass from another passing waiter, took a sip and looked at me.
“Trying to take the edge off.” I replied. He nodded as he took another draw from the tall glass.
“I have to admit that you clean up nice.” His dark chocolate eyes scanned my frame from head to toe and back; I could only imagine what he was thinking but his nature prevented me from digging that deep.
“Thank you. As do you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in anything besides jeans and leather jacket.” He chuckled at my response. “Are you spying on me?”
“Spying on you? Why would I need to do that?” The smile that grazed his thin lips reached his eyes. I tilted my head and waited for his response. “I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. This is your first detail.”
“Presidential detail. My first Presidential detail.” I corrected, “And I’m not scared.”
“Maybe you’re not.” Eddy said before he finished his champagne. “But I am here to make sure that you’re safe.” I raised an eyebrow. Eddy looked from the left then the right, grabbed my arm and pulled me off to a darken corner.
“I received word earlier today that Lox has escaped.” If my blood could have run any colder, it would have froze. I stared at Eddy, unable to bring together the words to describe what my mind was thinking.
I wish werewolves could read minds.
“Lox escaped? When?”
“I don’t know when but I was told that he cannot be located.”
“And you think that the first place he would come is to find me?”
“Of course.” Eddy said. “You’re twins. He’s synced to you and you’re synced to him.”
“So you want me to help you find him?” Eddy nodded. I exhaled hard as I glanced at him. “I should have known.” I knocked back the last of my champagne and fought the urge to kick Eddy’s ass for setting me up.