"So there"s another one?"
More than one. More than you can imagine.
"It looks that way."
Ma.s.saging the back of her neck with fingers made icy by the November wind, she struggled to find the words she needed to tell her supervisor that the bizarre pregnancies happening worldwide had nothing to do with the virus being postulated by the medical community-or the bioterrorism theories rampant in the media.
She tried to remember what she"d told Hugh Henderson when it had become impossible to put off the Vancouver detective any longer. How she"d explained that Heaven and h.e.l.l were real, and Armageddon itself was about to unfold. But Roberts forestalled her, his tone brisk.
"All right. As soon as the preliminary autopsy confirms what we"re thinking, I"ll pa.s.s the file on to Bastion. Are you going home again or straight to the office?"
Her fingers curled into the hair at the nape of her neck. She stared at her supervisor. "Excuse me?"
"I asked if you"re-"
"I heard, but that"s it? That"s all you want to know?"
"It"s all I need."
Her mouth flapped three times before she found her voice again. "A woman"s baby is ripped-not cut-ripped from her, and you don"t have any questions other than am I going home or straight to the office? What the h.e.l.l, Staff? You must realize we"re not dealing with a human killer here. You need to know-"
"Stop."
She did, if only out of sheer surprise.
"I don"t need to know anything, Detective. In fact, the less I know, the better. Because regardless of who-or what-did this, as it stands right now I have no choice but to investigate the homicide as I would any other. And if I"m going to place you back on active duty, I need deniability. Has Detective Jarvis ever mentioned hallucinations to you? No. Has she reported hearing voices? No. Does she appear mentally sound? Yes."
The b.u.t.tons of Roberts"s wool peacoat strained under the sudden thrust of his hands into his pockets. "As good a cop as you are, your career is hanging by a thread right now. The rest of the world wants a rational explanation for what"s going on. Our bosses want a rational explanation. So if you go around spouting off about killers who aren"t human, I either have to back you up or shut you down. If I back you up, I get shut down and we"re both finished. Whatever the h.e.l.l is going on, neither of us will be of any use without a badge behind us. Are you getting this?"
If I back you up. Not when. If.
Because it didn"t come down to whether or not the rest of the world wanted to believe her, but whether or not he did.
The truths she"d wanted to speak gathered in the back of her throat, piling one on top of another until they threatened to cut off her breath. She hadn"t realized until now, until this very moment, how much she needed to share her burden. To tell someone here in Toronto, because Henderson was just too d.a.m.ned far away in Vancouver, about all the things no mortal should have ever known.
The broken pact that had triggered war between Heaven and h.e.l.l; a Nephilim army, eighty thousand strong, growing in the bellies of human women; Heaven"s attempt to a.s.sa.s.sinate the One"s own son when his love for a mortal woman, for Alex, had threatened the existence of humankind.
Archangels. Lost soulmates. Rape at the hands of Lucifer.
She nudged at a pebble near the toe of her shoe. "Can I ask you something?"
Roberts waited.
"If you didn"t want to know, why call me?"
"I called you for confirmation, Detective. Because I do know. Maybe not everything, but enough." Her supervisor opened his car door. "There"s a meeting this morning. Ten a.m. I expect you there."
Mika"el stared down from the rooftop at the woman in the parking lot below-and at the Archangel watching her from the shadows of a building.
Aramael.
d.a.m.n it to h.e.l.l and back again.
At first, when he hadn"t found the Naphil at either her apartment or office, he"d been at a loss as to where else to look. With any other human, it would have been a simple matter of contacting his or her Guardian, but those of Nephilim descent had no Guardians, making them essentially untraceable-especially in a city of several million. Then, about to give up and post a watch at the two most obvious locations, he"d sensed Aramael"s presence.
The coincidence had been too great to ignore.
And now he"d confirmed his suspicions. Aramael, newly promoted from exiled Power to Archangel, had lied to him about having severed the connection between him and Alex. Mika"el tipped back his head and stared at the still-dark sky. He should have expected this. He of all angels should have known that one"s soulmate, Naphil or otherwise, could not be so easily dismissed.
His years away had made him careless. It was time-past time-to get his act together. The One needed her son back, and Mika"el needed to know he had a united force of Archangels at the ready.
With a last glance streetward, he stepped back from the roof"s edge and out of the human realm.
He"d start with Aramael.
Chapter 6.
Raymond Joly looked up at her from the couch as Alex walked into the coffee room.
"Look what the cat dragged in," he said, his enormous mustache giving an upward twitch indicative of a grin. "It"s about time you got off your a.s.s and back to work."
"He said as he lazed on the couch," she retorted, walking between him and the newscast he"d been watching, headed for the counter. She indicated the television with a lift of her chin. "More good news?"
Joly thumbed the remote control, and the screen went blank. Linking fingers behind his head, he leaned back. "Earthquakes in the Middle East, a ma.s.sive hurricane that hit more Caribbean countries than I knew existed, flooding in Australia, and a volcanic eruption off the coast of j.a.pan. Oh, and pregnant women lining up by the thousands to demand DNA tests for this virus they still can"t identify. Shall I continue?"
There was more?
"I"m good, thanks," she told Joly.
"I know this stuff happens all the time, but I swear it"s getting worse," he muttered. "It"s like somebody hit the self-destruct b.u.t.ton on the b.l.o.o.d.y planet. So I heard Roberts called you in on our thing this morning. What did you think?"
"I thought it looked like someone got killed."
"You know what I mean."
She did, but she wasn"t going to answer. Not after that speech from Roberts. She took down a mug from the cupboard and reached for the coffeepot. Joly heaved himself off the couch with a grunt. Joining her at the counter, he held out his own cup, and she poured for them both. Her colleague leaned back against the counter, one ankle crossed over the other, and stared down into his coffee while she stirred cream and sugar into hers. The silence moved beyond a lapse in conversation to being obviously deliberate.
She dropped the spoon into the sink with a clatter. "If you"re waiting for me to-"
"It"s not about the case."
"What, then?" she asked, settling against the counter beside him.
"Nothing, really." Joly shrugged. He slurped at the coffee from under his handlebar mustache. "It"s just . . . Vancouver. What the h.e.l.l happened out there, Jarvis?"
"You"ve read the report."
"I have," he agreed. "I"ve also got a cousin who"s married to one of their emergency response members."
h.e.l.l. Sometimes the thin blue line was a little too thick for comfort.
"He won"t talk about what he saw that night-"
Good.
"-but that Sunday he got up and went to church."
Alex flashed him a look and found him studying the floor at his feet.
"Garth is-was-the staunchest atheist I"ve ever met in my life," he said. "Our discussions on the issue of faith rarely end well, at least according to my wife, and now he"s going to church and taking his kids to Sunday school. My cousin is freaked. So I repeat: what the h.e.l.l happened out there?"
She wondered how he would react if she told him. Just blurted out the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the- "Your career is hanging by a thread," Roberts"s voice echoed in her memory.
She scowled at her coffee. h.e.l.l, who was she kidding? Even without Robert"s warning, she"d become so adept at keeping secrets at this point that she wasn"t sure she knew how to let them go.
Bastion poked his head into the room. "Meeting"s in two minutes," he said, then gave Alex a nod. "Good to have you back, Jarvis."
Alex detached herself from the counter.
"You haven"t answered me," Joly said.
She turned when she reached the door. "You know what happened, Joly? s.h.i.t happened. A lot of it."
Joly"s mustache twitched. "What kind of answer is that?"
"The only one you"re getting."
Alex took a place against the wall in the conference room, returning various greetings. She"d wondered how it might be, coming back after all that had gone down, but apart from Joly"s questions . . .
She watched the subject of her thoughts take a seat beside his partner at the table. Abrams leaned in to ask Joly something, Joly responded, and both men looked across the room at her. She lifted a brow, and they turned away. Right. So Joly wasn"t the only one with questions.
Roberts came into the room and dropped a stack of files on the conference room table. The resounding thud silenced conversation.
"All right, people, listen up. Those of you who have been following the news will know that this pregnancy virus has the nut-jobs crawling out of the woodwork. Attacks on women have more than doubled across the country. The demand for DNA testing-and abortions-has gone beyond the capacity to provide those services. Ob-gyns are canceling appointments and refusing to handle anything but straight-up deliveries. Every emergency ward, medical lab, and private clinic in the city has hired security guards, and we are fielding dozens of calls a day to those locations. This means we are stretched seriously thin."
Roberts pushed back his suit jacket to rest hands on hips. "As of today, all leave is canceled until further notice. You"ll have your regular time off but nothing more. If you"re looking for overtime, see me after the meeting. You can have as much as you want. If you"re not looking for overtime, you"re about to get more than you bargained for. From this moment forward, you will do the bulk of your paperwork in your cars. You will have your radios on at all times, and if you hear a call for backup in your vicinity, you will respond forthwith. I do not want to see you in this office unless you"re picking something up or dropping it off. Are we clear?"
Heads around the room nodded.
"Good. Now these"-Roberts slapped his hand on the files-"are the sixty-seven files we currently have open. I want them updated before you go home tonight. All of them. If there is nothing new to add and the case has nothing to do with the current state of affairs in our city, put a note on it to that effect and pa.s.s it to Detective Jarvis-"
Alex abandoned her study of the wall behind her supervisor. "Me? But-"
"-who will be on desk duty until we find her a partner," Roberts finished. "Cla.s.s dismissed. Jarvis, stay."
The others cleared the room, Joly taking the stack of files with him for distribution except for one their supervisor had set aside. The door closed. Roberts settled into a chair. With a nod, he indicated another, but Alex paced the edge of the room instead, coming to a halt in the far corner.
"Seriously, Staff? Desk duty?"
"My hands are tied where policy is concerned, Detective, especially when my decision to allow you to return at all is under scrutiny."
"I thought you"d taken care of that."
"So did I. Bell went to the chief, the little-" Roberts broke off and scrubbed a hand over his short-cropped hair. He sighed. "It"s not ideal, and it"s certainly not my preference, but it"s how it has to be for now. And frankly, it might not be a bad thing to have your eyes on all the files right now."
He slid the file he"d held back from the pile toward her. "That came in from Alberta"s RCMP this morning."
Alex stared at it, then stepped out of the corner and walked back to join him. She flipped open the folder and scanned the single page inside. "Militia? In Canada? Seriously?"
"End of the world nutcases," he corrected. "They"re claiming the pregnancies and the recent rash of natural disasters are a sign of G.o.d"s wrath. They"ve barricaded themselves into a compound outside Morinville, north of Edmonton. The news crews are going insane."
She could just imagine.
"We"ve had three similar reports out of the States," Roberts added. "Tech crime units across the continent are monitoring dozens of other groups that look to be moving in the same direction. I want you reviewing every file that comes through this office for the same reason."
Threading her fingers through her hair, Alex stared at the file. She understood the need for consistency, but to be cooped up in the office with all h.e.l.l breaking loose in the world? She couldn"t do it.
Roberts stood. "I"ll light a fire under staffing and have you back on the street by the end of the week. You have my word."
One week.
Alex handed the file to her supervisor and watched him leave the conference room. She did a mental calculation. Today was Sat.u.r.day, so that would make the end of the week the following Friday, six days away.
Just in time for the birth of Lucifer"s army.
Chapter 7.
Aramael stared out at the barrens, mile after mile of dry, lifeless soil stretching as far as he could see in every direction. Scowling, he shot a look over his shoulder at Mika"el. "You"re serious. You really want me to stand here and do nothing."