"He just went through the door," Clary could barely hear Simon's voice over the pounding music of Pandemonium. "Blue hair, green eyes and a red jacket. You can't miss him."
Clary quickly scanned the crowd. "Got him, I'll see you later."
She hung up the phone and sipped her drink, never taking her eyes off the seemingly harmless boy who had just entered the club. The dagger in his hands would look fake to everyone else in the room, but Clary knew differently.
He was in there for less than five minutes when he'd decided on his victim. Clary studied the girl in white and watched her lure him into the storage room. It was only seconds before two boys followed as well, both dressed in black.
Shadowhunters, they never learn when a Downworlder can be more useful than disposable. She headed towards the door, unhurried, careful not to attract attention and slipped through the door.
The blue haired boy was tied up on the floor, "I know where Valentine is."
"Do you now?" Clary moved towards the group of people with no sign of discomfort. She eyed the various weapons held by the three Shadowhunters and felt her lips twitch up in amusement. "Whilst I do like to see my kin at work, I'd rather you didn't kill my snitch before I get the information I need. Or indeed after as he is under my protection whilst I still have use for him."
The three Shadowhunters stared at her with shock and disbelief whereas the boy on the floor looked at her with mostly concealed relief.
"If you are a Shadowhunter yourself," said the boy the golden blonde hair and topaz eyes. "Then where are your marks?"
Clary smiled and the boy on the floor laughed. "So it is true, daughter of Valentine? You can create and use runes with an extraordinary amount of power, yet one has never touched your skin?"
"You do seem to get your information at a reliable place." Clary replied to the boy and sat next to him.
The three Shadowhunters said nothing but watched her with shock as she quickly cut the boy free of his bonds and sat opposite him as if he were a friend whom she knew well.
"What news of my father do you have for me, vampire?" Her voice was slightly amused but business like.
"He's built a small army of forsaken and is moving quickly. He has recruited some of his old followers already and is currently bent on finding the Mortal Cup."
"So he'll be after my mother. Anything else?"
He shook his head, "I start asking for details, questions are asked about why I want to know."
"I suppose. You can go, get any new information and you can send a message the usual way."
The vampire scrambled to his feet and headed for the door but the three Shadowhunters blocked his way. He turned towards Clary who had also gotten to her feet.
"Let him go," Her voice was calm and oozed authority. "He may be a sleazy vampire, but his allegiance is in the right place."
"And how would you know that?" Asked the golden boy.
"Because he's working against Valentine," She replied without hesitation.
"Valentine is dead," He hissed.
She walked forward and linked her arm through the vampires and walked him past the confused Shadowhunters. As she left the room she could feel them watching her and called over her shoulder, "Sure, Jace. Go tell that to the man who raised you for ten years."