Lost and Found

Chapter Fifty

Nick's POV

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" I asked Hank.

He gave me an irritated look to let me know he was sick of me asking him that. "I'm okay with doing the right thing, and that starts here," he said.

"You ready?" I asked, looking in the rearview mirror at Eve.

"Let's not waste any more time," she suggested, opening the door and stepping out of the Charger. Hank and I did the same. We started walking, with Eve leading the way, toward the Fat Cat Club.

There was a security guard/bouncer standing outside, only allowing certain people to enter. If I was right, the Fat Cat was a Wesen only bar; hopefully, Eve would be able to get us inside. She approached the man, he asked for her ID, and she woged. The man jumped back before fumbling for the door handle and saying, "Right this way."

"They're with me," Eve said, gesturing to Hank and me. She walked inside while the man eyed Hank and me unhappily. He was hesitant to admit us, but he also wasn't about to pick a fight with a Hexenbiest.

When we were all inside, we scanned the room, looking for people who were with North End. After a few seconds, Hank hit me on the shoulder to get my attention and gestured to a woman sitting at a table in the back corner of the bar. "Isn't that Alonzo Banks's girlfriend?"

Alonzo Banks was the leader of North End. His murder was what eventually ended in three Seventh Street deaths, including Andre's brother, Kai. I had questioned Alonzo's girlfriend in the hospital, and she was less than happy to help me, but she did eventually give me information when I revealed that I was a Grimm. Her name was Mercedes, and like other North End Crew members, she was a Yaguarate.

"Yeah," I said in agreement with Hank. I walked over to her with Hank and Eve following behind me. Lucky for us, she was sitting alone.

"Mercedes, right?" I asked, sitting at the table in the seat across from her. Her eyes widened with horror, and I immediately could tell she remembered me. She stood up like she was going to walk away, but Hank and Eve got in her way.

"I just want to talk," I said, gesturing to the spot where she had been sitting. She hesitantly sat back down, and I thought we were getting somewhere until she reminded me that she didn't talk to cops.

"We aren't here as cops" I informed her. She woged and a snarl escaped her lips. "Relax," I warned her. "We're not going to get anywhere if you make a scene."

"What do you want?" she hissed.

"Some help," I said.

Mercedes woged back into human form and laughed at me. "You're at the wrong place for that."

"Are we?" Hank spoke up. "Because we've heard that your friends with North End aren't doing too well."
"What? You want to make some sort of deal?" Mercedes asked flippantly. "Not going to happen."

"Maybe the leader of North End would be willing to make deal," I suggested.

Mercedes stared at me with an amused expression on her face. "You want to talk to the leader?" she asked.

"We do," I said.

"Well, you're looking at her," Mercedes told me. "I took over after Alonzo died."

"What if we told you our deal involved the Grimm that's been killing your people?" Eve suggested, trying to get to the point of why we were here. I was glad that she cut in; it eased some of the tension between Mercedes and me.

Mercedes watched Eve suspiciously. "You think we need your help with her?" she growled.

"Yes," Eve said, unintimidated.