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Deacon shook his head then sneered. “Funny, Bishop. Very funny.”
“I’m serious,” Bishop said.
Deacon glanced at me. “Tell him to quit fooling.”
“We’re not fooling, Deac,” I said. “Aurora survived that fire. She took on a new face, a new name and a new life.”
“It’s funny how much time you have on your hands when you’re not here studying,” Bishop said.
“And we used part of that time to do a little digging,” I added.
“Our digging brought us to Dallas. Turns out that Brook is actually from San Angelo.”
“San Angelo? Where the fuck is that?”
“Texas,” Bishop said, “You idiot!”
“I know, I know,” Deacon said. “Just pulling your leg.”
“We found out that Aurora recovered from her injuries and went to live with a family friend, Katrina Calloway. One thing led to another, and we finally connected the two; Aurora, for whatever reason, became Brook.”
Deacon shook his head. “Wait a minute,” he said with a doubting snort. “Aurora? That sweet little mousy girl? The one who always wanted to tag along? You’re trying to tell me that Brook, the hot temptress who’s been driving us crazy, is Aurora? Never. Can’t be. I don’t believe you guys.”
“Well, believe it,” I said.
Dumbfounded, Deacon stared into his glass. “If what you say is true, it certainly makes Brook more human. I mean, that Brook went through all that, recovering and rebuilding her life... it certainly says a lot about her character.”
“I’ll say,” Bishop said.
Deacon nodded. “It also brings a bit of closure to that disaster. I’ve always felt bad about that. Freshman year was ruined because of what happened to her. The Saints were almost destroyed by what happened to her. The guilt has been horrible.”
He looked up at us. “What does that mean to us... I mean... now? Does it change...?”
“It changes nothing,” Bishop said.
“You said so yourself, Deac,” I said. “Knowing who Brook really is only makes her more human.”
Deacon slammed his palm on the bar. “We have to find out who caused that explosion in the barn.”
Bishop nodded. “For the longest time we thought it was the Hunters.”
“It does seem to be the sort of thing they’d be capable of,” Deacon said.
“But it’s not them,” I said.
“How can you be so sure,” Deacon said.
Bishop snickered. “Rector and I paid them a little visit a few nights ago.”
Deacon chuckled as he poured himself a few more drops of whiskey. “Did you now? That must have been interesting.”
“We tried to beat it out of him,” Bishop said.
“But he swears that they had nothing to do with it,” I said.
“And he doesn’t have a clue who could be behind it.”
“Who can it be then?” Deacon said.
