Nikki had also brought gyros from Kairos’s, just a couple blocks away from my office, which, if she hadn’t been a vampire, would have been enough in my book to make her a saint.
“However did you discover these loading docks belonged to the Fairhaven Club?”
I took her through my bureaucratic adventure at the city planner.
“And you are sure that work was done to connect them to the club?”
“Uh-uh,” I said with a mouthful of gyro. “I love this tzatziki sauce. It’s good enough to be a drug.”
“So we are relying on your detective acumen in deduction for this?”
“Pretty much.”
“Please tell me you are not going to quote Holmes, now.”
I shook my head. “Holmes had it easy,” I said after swallowing. “Sure, you always have to eliminate possibilities, but when you got five suspects because they’re locked in a mansion, train, boat, whatever, it’s pretty easy. I can’t eliminate all the possibilities or impossibilities, especially when dealing with the supernatural. But I can look at what’s probable. Let me ask you, what’s more likely, a super-secret warehouse a mile away with an underground railway to the club or a speakeasy-era tunnel that used to smuggle booze and now smuggles antiques and artifacts?”
“I see your point. Well, we should see the arrival of these trucks over the course of the night, correct? Darkness for dark business, as it were?”
I shrugged. “Maybe, but then again, maybe not. Depends on how well they dummy up the paperwork for customs. Can you imagine a better way to get the stuff here than to have regular union guys doing all the work? If we get people coming at midnight, then they know what it is they’re bringing in. Not saying that’s the case; I’m sure some of the guys in your secret club are brilliant criminal masterminds, but I’m sure some of them are not very bright.”
“And what makes you say that?”
“Well, they kept you out of it, for one thing.”
She smiled at that.
“Any chance you brought more coffee?”
She produced a large thermos from the bag from Kairos’s.