"And how does that work, exactly?"
Rex shrugged. "Like any other animal that can scent their own kind. If a jinn fought with him, I"d be able to tell."
And if Killian had been killed by a jinn, there was no doubt in my mind he would"ve put up one h.e.l.l of a fight. A jinn scent would be all over him, water or not.
"Hmm. We"ll see." Liz cast a glare over at the dock where Pen made no secret about watching our every move. "You think you can keep His Highness off my back for a couple days?"
"I"ll try. But give him a break. He"s lost two of his own in the last few weeks. I"m taking Rex over to where Pen saw Killian being thrown into the water. Keep me posted."
"As always. Who"s going to take point on this when you leave tomorrow? And please, please, please don"t say Ashton."
"Okay, I won"t." At her look, I apologized. "Sorry, I know he rubs you the wrong way, too. If I had my way, it would be Thompson or Lesley, but they"re both up to their eyeb.a.l.l.s in the c.r.a.p Tennin"s been pulling lately in Underground-small-time stuff, I know, but I think it"s the jinn boss"s idea of breaking them in."
"Naw, I think ole GT just misses you and wants you back patrolling Underground as usual, so he"s making a fuss."
I chuckled at that. "Right. I"ll get the chief to brief Ashton and tell him to tone it down and not push so many b.u.t.tons with the Kinfolk and Pen. Tensions will be running high enough already . . ."
Liz resumed her necromantic check over Killian"s body as Rex wandered to the sh.o.r.eline. "Well, it sucks you have to leave at a time like this, but thank G.o.d you"re going in to get Hank. The thought of him being in that grid . . . How do you think talks will go?"
"In our favor, I hope. The delegates have been there for two days already, so let"s pray they"ve made some progress. I"d like to have the way cleared for t.i.tus to work on releasing Hank from the grid."
"Nice having the most famous scientist in the world on your side." Liz called over her shoulder for a body bag. "You"ll bring him home," she told me, sounding certain. She stood. "Then you two can finally stop hedging."
"Hedging?"
She gave me that smart-a.s.s look of hers, which I returned in kind. "It means stop being a chickens.h.i.t and take a chance. You and Hank are good for each other. G.o.d knows you deserve some happiness." Her apprentice/a.s.sistant returned with a bag. I hadn"t seen him for a couple months, but he still looked ten years old to me.
"Hey, Charlie."
"Hi, Elliot. How"s middle school treating you?"
His grin went deep. "Haha." He rolled his eyes and moved to help Liz with the bag.
I stared down at Killian, sobering. "Take care of my friend here."
"We will," Liz said. "Good luck tomorrow."
"Thanks."
Rex and I made our way around the lake. It took longer than it should have due to the docks, temples, and homes we had to go around. The sh.o.r.e where Killian had most likely died was already taped off and a couple of uniformed officers and Kinfolk were walking in a grid pattern over the ground, looking for any evidence that might have dropped to the soft cushion of gra.s.s and leaves.
Signs of the fight were everywhere along this portion of the wooded sh.o.r.eline. Deep ruts had been torn into the ground. A few branches on the trees were broken. Blood splatters . . . Killian had put up a d.a.m.ned good fight-as to be expected from one of the Druid King"s enforcers.
"Anything?" I asked Rex.
He shook his head. "Nothing. I don"t know what the Druid saw, but it wasn"t a jinn. If there was any signature, it would be here of all places."
Which was an enormous relief. But now we were left back at square one.
"You can always get a rogue jinn in here for a second opinion," Rex said, mistaking my silence as questioning his ability.
"Do I need a second opinion?"
"No. Just thought it might make you feel better. I"m gonna walk around a little bit."
"All right. Go slow. And watch your step. If you see anything that shouldn"t be here-footprints, clothing, trash, anything-call out, don"t touch it."
"I got it. No touching."
As he walked off I asked, "You need a flashlight?"
He smiled over his shoulder, shook his head, and then continued into the darkness of the woods. Guess he had his jinn night vision back as well.
Alone now, I moved slowly toward the water. Even though beams of flashlights darted through the trees and small sounds from the officers reached me, I suddenly felt very isolated. Even the temperature felt colder than it had seconds ago. The sounds of the city beyond and the activity from across the lake faded into the background, making the lapping of the water against the sh.o.r.e louder.
The marks on my right arm ached-a weird stinging burn, the intensity coming and going. I stopped, the toes of my boots inches from the water, wondering if it was because I was so close to Ahkneri and her divine weapon-the thing had nearly burned my hand and arm to a crisp, leaving behind the strange markings that Aaron, the Magnus mage, believed to be the language of the First Ones.
Well, the language f.u.c.king hurt.
I kneaded my forearm, trying to find some relief as I stared at the dark lake and the city lights reflecting off its surface like a million tiny gems. If I listened hard enough Ahkneri"s ancient whispers would become clearer. If I let my guard down I could hear more than her. I could hear strangers, bits and pieces of conversations that meant nothing to me, that just seemed to filter in like I was some sort of transistor radio. Occasionally my reality would really screw up and things I shouldn"t be able to see through or into, I suddenly could.
I turned away from the lake and resumed my study of the area. I might"ve missed the long, arcing scar in the tree if it hadn"t been eye level and a sliver of bark missing to reveal the lighter wood beneath. The cut was thin and clean. Razor-sharp, too. A breeze stirred the woods and a flash of movement caught my eye. I stepped closer to the tree to find a long white hair caught in the corner of the scar.
Killian had black hair.
Male jinn were bald. And no female jinn had long white hair unless they were elderly. The exception was Sian, the human/jinn female currently working as our office a.s.sistant. She also happened to be Grigori Tennin"s daughter, but while Tennin was harsh, demanding, and confrontational, Sian was soft, timid, and kind. If Pen had seen a huge, dark figure, I was pretty sure I could rule out both an elderly jinn female and Sian. The only other race of beings that came to mind were the sidhe fae warriors who had appeared in the oracle"s club on New Year"s Eve, looking for me and the sarcophagus. Albeit they had light gray skin, not dark, but anything in these woods would seem darker than normal . . .
"There was a jinn here."
Rex"s voice nearly gave me a heart attack. I swung around, heart in my throat. And then his words sank in. "A jinn was here? Where?"
"Came over the fence, through the woods. Stopped a few feet back from the scene and that"s it. Like he watched and then went home."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"s.h.i.t." So the jinn were snooping around in nymph territory. Near the lake. Near Ahkneri. Could be, if the hair belonged to a sidhe fae, the jinn had merely followed the fae. Tennin"s goons had been at the club that night, too. The fae hadn"t exactly made their purpose a secret, either. Tennin would be smart to stick a tail on them just in case they found the sarcophagus before Tennin did. I glanced down at the hair strand knowing it could just as easily be human or any number of beings, but . . .
Christ, this is a mess. I parked my hands on my hips and watched Rex wander along the lake"s edge, head down, occasionally bending over to look at something.
How do they know you"re here? I asked, more to myself than to the being in the lake, but her voice flowed through my mind with an answer.
They follow the signs.
What signs?
The call of power. The wakening. And . . . you.
Me?
. . . Perhaps.
I glared at the lake. Ahkneri should"ve been in league with the oracle using a cryptic answer like that. A straight answer, for once, just once, would"ve been nice.
Laughter breezed through my mind. That was a straight answer. You are an . . . uncertainty. A divine being, made not born, imbued with the blood of the three n.o.ble races my kind created. You are like us, but not. An unknown. A confusion.
I knew several people who would totally agree with those words, and I was one of them. Ever since I"d been brought back to life a year ago, the Adonai and Charbydon n.o.ble genes I was given were fusing with my own human code. I was becoming like those who had seeded the three races. The First Ones. That was the theory, anyway.
"Who are they? Who follows the signs?" I asked her.
"So is that like a rhetorical question or do you really want me to answer?" Rex stood beside me, staring at the lake as if trying to figure out who I was talking to. Apparently I"d asked my questions aloud.
"Not unless you know more about those sidhe fae we ran into at the oracle"s club," I said, pulling a set of plastic gloves from my pocket.
"You mean the night I kicked a.s.s?" Rex"s mouth twitched. "It kills you that I have skills, doesn"t it?"
"Yeah." I shot him an eye roll and handed him the small plastic evidence bag and extra pair of gloves Liz had given to me earlier. "Here. Put these on and hold this open. Skills or not, you shouldn"t be fighting. If Will"s body takes a mortal blow, you"ll be heading straight to the Afterlife. No wandering around until you find another body. You"ll be gone. Finished. Game over."
"And your worry for me comes out of a deep, unwavering love, is that it?" I went to reply, but he cut me off, saying, "I knew I was growing on you."
Whatever I was about to say deflated and I was left shaking my head. I gently removed the hair from the tree. There was no need to deny it; Rex was growing on me. Already had, in fact. He"d become an indispensable part of my family and a huge part of my daughter"s life. I"d thought living with him would be strange and uncomfortable, and at first it was. Now, I couldn"t imagine him gone.
Once the hair was in the bag, Rex sealed it. "To answer your question, no, I don"t know any more about those puffed up old faeries than I did before. I thought you asked Sian of the Beautiful White Hair to dig around."
"I did." Rex fell in step beside me as I headed back to the main temple to deliver my find. "She hasn"t turned up much other than a few vague mentions about a very old, very secretive warrior sect. And as we all know, legends turn out to be true in most cases. Those guys were definitely old school . . . And speaking of Sian, is it really necessary to call her every day? You do know she"s not interested in guys, right?" The memory of finding Sian clutching Daya"s photo came to mind. From the moment Rex had seen Sian, when she"d pulled a gun on me and shoved me into an alley in Underground, he"d been smitten, too smitten to even come to my aid-not that I"d needed him to. But still. It was the principle . . .
"I"m just being friendly," he said defensively. "Nothing wrong with chatting and getting to know someone. Consider it therapy," he said, amused by his logic.
"And what? You"re the doctor of the shy and introverted?"
He laughed. "Sure, if you want to call it that. I"m helping her come out of her sh.e.l.l a little, all pro bono, of course. And who knows. She might swing both ways."
"Rex!"
He was grinning like a d.a.m.ned idiot. I wasn"t sure whether he was being serious or just giving me a hard time like usual. But I decided not to proceed down that particular road. If Rex wanted to beat himself up against the impenetrable sh.e.l.l that was Sian, then he"d do it whether I advised against it or not.
After giving the bag to Liz, Rex and I left the Grove. Pen wasn"t in sight, and I didn"t go in search of him. I"d call him later. He wouldn"t see having a possible jinn witness to Killian"s murder as a positive thing. In fact, he"d most likely scour the jinn underground to find said witness and end up causing a war we didn"t need.
I dropped Rex off at the house and then drove back to the station to file a report and talk to the chief about handing the case over to Ashton Perry, a.k.a. "a.s.ston," and his crew. They"d have to be briefed on Pen"s sometimes volatile nature, and the current state of relations between him and Tennin.
As I exited the elevator onto the fifth floor and headed down the hall, Sian stepped out of our office, saw me, and froze like a thief caught red-handed.
Immediately, I knew something was wrong.
Her hand was still on the doork.n.o.b, holding it ajar, but her eyes were pinned on me and her pale gray skin went paler. Slowly, her expression went from shocked to sad. What the h.e.l.l?
"Sian," I said, approaching. "What"s wrong?"
My voice was like a jolt. She jumped, blinked, and then stammered. She was such a contradiction, this tall, beautiful creature with indigo eyes, a cascade of white hair, and a body that wouldn"t quit. Her hand shook as she smoothed down a black pencil skirt.
"What happened? What is it?"
"Charlie, it"s . . ." Normally she exuded a calming vibe that could lull even the most aggressive creature and yet I wasn"t getting that from her. "I"m so sorry, they-"
The chief peered around the door.
"Chief," I said slowly, starting to feel scared, "what the h.e.l.l"s going on?"
He held the door wider. Sian stepped back and looked at the ground. "Come on in, Charlie," he said gently, too gently for the chief. The guy was a bulldozer of a man, in looks, in speech, in everything he did. He didn"t do anything gently.
I followed him through the maze of discarded office equipment that made up the front portion of our work s.p.a.ce. We"d cleared out a large corner near the kitchenette, made a private office for the chief, and claimed the open area where Hank, Sian, and I had our desks.
It was also where six delegates made up of civil rights attorneys, Federation representatives, and ITF officials happened to be standing-the same six who were supposed to be in Fiallan working toward the release of my partner.
That they were here now . . .
Oh, G.o.d.
3.
"Charlie, calm down. Breathe."
My eyelids slid closed at the chief"s words. If only I could.
I let my forehead rest on the drywall near my left hand, palm pressed flat against the surface. My other hand was sunk deep into the hole I"d just made. Pain radiated from the center of my chest in a burn so acute it felt as though my entire torso had become a boiling, poisonous cavity.
Breathe.
Just give me a minute, I wanted to say, but nothing came out. Just a minute to myself where all eyes weren"t on me. To regroup. To allow my wildly beating heart time to slow down. But they weren"t going to walk away until I accepted the complete and utter bulls.h.i.t they were trying to feed me.
I jerked my fist from the hole in the drywall and turned to face them, these vile people, these . . . liars.
This isn"t happening.
This. Isn"t. f.u.c.king. Happening.
I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, needing to hurt, to ground myself and force some focus into this nightmare. I glared at the small a.s.sembly crammed into our office and repeated what I"d said earlier, right before I hit the wall. "I don"t care what you say. You don"t have a single bit of evidence. No proof. Nothing at all to back this up."
Argue with that, a.s.sholes.