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“You guys have the same smile, you know,” said Tessa after several moments of thought. “Did you guys practice with each other?”
Justin headed for the door. “He stole it from me. ”
His first task for SCI actually wasn’t a visit to the murder sites or even the religious groups he’d tagged as possible culprits. He’d meant what he said to Cornelia: He had someone he was certain could crack the video. If it really was faked. The problem was, his contact was being annoyingly uncooperative. Leo Chan was the best biotech engineer Justin had ever met, one Justin had eventually used exclusively because everyone else looked like an amateur in comparison. Apparently in the last four years, though, Leo had given up his government job for the private sector and relocated to Portland. Leo had been wary when Justin called, and refused the invitation to come up to Vancouver. That meant Justin had to go to Portland, since he wasn’t allowed to send that dangerous video through the stream. It had to be delivered in person.
The morning of the trip, Justin got up early to go jogging. It had sort of become a mandatory practice after resuming his Exerzol habit. Exerzol was a hundred times better than caffeine when it came to focus and alertness, though not nearly as powerful as a similar one he’d found in Panama. Unlike that sketchy drug, however, Exerzol was much less likely to give him a heart attack. It always hit him with a jolt in the mornings, providing a burst of nervous energy that had immediately been apparent to Cynthia. “Do not hang around this house high,” she warned him the first time she’d noticed the rush. There’d been a look in her eyes he knew all too well, one that only a fool would cross.
And so, jogging became his way of dealing with Exerzol’s exuberant entrance. An hour loop through their sedate suburb usually brought him back down to a reasonable energy level, and the exercise wasn’t a bad thing anyway. Living in a world of bodyguards and constant threats in Panama had encouraged him to stay in good shape, and he didn’t want to lose that now.
As he returned to the house that morning, he found Mae approaching. He didn’t really think his trip to Leo required a bodyguard, but SCI had been adamant that she be his shadow whenever he conducted any official business.
“What’s that look for?” he asked her.
Mae crossed her arms, face impassive. He always took inventory of her clothes, and she was casual today in a damask patterned blouse and jeans that did incredible things for her legs. It was fitting, seeing as her legs could do incredible things. “What look?”
“The one that says you can’t believe I do anything physical. ” He opened the front door and gestured her inside.
“Oh, no,” she said with icy pleasantness. “I believe you do all sorts of physical things. I just assumed they involved rolling dice and helping women out of their clothes. ”
“And I jog,” he added. He ran a hand over his forehead and grimaced. The downside of these morning runs, aside from having to look at identical lawns, was the sweat. “I’m going to hit the shower, and then we can head out to the train station. Tessa’s going with us. ”
Mae looked startled. “On an assignment?”
“No assignment today. Not exactly. It’s a trip to visit an old friend. ” He frowned as he glanced toward the living room, where Quentin was explaining to Tessa the TV social media feature that allowed viewers to see scrolling commentary from others watching the same show or movie. Tessa was intrigued but also baffled by what she simply viewed as people’s need to see themselves talk. “She should get out more, especially since she’s starting school in a couple days. ”
The scathing expression Mae reserved for him faded as she watched Tessa. In their occasional encounters this week, he’d seen Mae’s frosty exterior warm up to genuine affection whenever she interacted with Tessa. It reminded him of the woman who’d shared his wine and bed in Panama.
“How do you think she’ll do?” Mae asked.
“She’ll be okay,” he said with more confidence than he felt. “Once she’s thrown into the thick of things, she’ll adjust. ”
Thrown to the wolves you mean, noted Horatio.
Justin ignored the raven and headed off to shower. He returned an hour later and found that Mae had joined Tessa and Quentin as they discussed scrolling commentary on movies. “You’ll have to ponder the mysteries of media exhibitionism another day,” Justin told them. “It’s time to go. ”
Tessa’s face fell. “I really have to go?”
“You’ll love it,” he assured her. “Portland’s great. Think of this as your last big hurrah before school. ”
That seemed to cheer her up. Even when she was reluctant to do something, she usually wouldn’t refuse if he asked outright. She was impertinent by Panamanian standards but compliant by Gemman ones. He wondered how long it would take to shake that docility out of her and if he’d be proud or worried when it happened.
As it was, she was looking more and more like a Gemman girl, especially with her love of jeans. She still wore her long hair elaborately braided and wrapped behind her head. It was a little odd and old-fashioned but didn’t attract the kind of attention her provincial clothing had.
The ride to Portland took about two hours by high-speed train, but Leo actually lived outside of the city, in the wine country to the west. Limited public transit ran out that way, so hiring a car was required for the rest of the trip. The ride was beautiful, with rolling green hills and sprawling estates tucked in among vineyards. Most of the chaos and degradation of the Decline had happened in urban centers, and many people had fled to pastoral settings for safety. Some of these houses had been around since those times.
Picturesque or not, Justin had a hard time imagining trendy Leo making a home out in the country. He was—or had been—a city creature if ever there was one. He’d lived in one of the hottest districts in downtown Vancouver, sacrificing space in order to be within arm’s reach of the most exclusive clubs and bars. They’d often gone out together, and Justin had spent a few nights passed out on Leo’s living room floor.
It was around noon when his entourage finally reached the address. Leo’s house wasn’t one of the mammoth, century-old estates. It was small, cute, and well kept but could only be described as a cottage at best. The house appeared to be situated on a fair amount of property, with a vineyard stretching out beyond it. It was also the quietest place Justin had been since returning to the RUNA.
“Huh,” he said as they walked toward the house.
Mae gave him a sidelong glance. “What’s wrong?”
“Just not what I expected. ” They reached the front of the house, and he was even more surprised to see the cute wooden door rigged with a number of locks and a security panel. Leo had urban sensibilities in a rural setting. “Also didn’t expect this place to be sealed up like a federal building. ”
“I thought there wasn’t any crime in the RUNA. ” He could just barely pick up a hint of mockery in Tessa’s voice.
“Oh, we have plenty of crime. ” He knocked on the door. “We just don’t have ordinary people walking the streets with guns. ”
The door opened, and Leo appeared. Maybe the ravens were right and he hadn’t wanted to see Justin, but Leo gave no sign of that as his face broke out into a grin. He gestured them forward, shaking Justin’s hand as they stepped inside.
“You’re the last person I expected to hear from this week,” Leo said. “Or any week. ”
Leo looked the same as ever, with his slim build and delicate features. His dark hair was slicked back, and he was dressed as though he was about to step out of a Vancouver high-rise.
“I’ve been busy,” Justin responded. “Leo, this is Mae, my aristocratic security, and this is Tessa. She’s a friend’s daughter who’s staying with Cyn and me. ” It was an unwieldy introduction, but “ward” sounded like he was in some ancient novel. And anything else just conjured up sordid theories in people’s minds.
Leo did a double take
at Justin as he shook hands. “Wait. You’re living with Cynthia?”
“It’s a long story. I’ve kind of been seeing the world. ”
“I don’t think ‘seeing the world’ ever came up when we were trying to figure out what happened to you,” Leo mused. “We had a pool going over in the Internal Security building. The favorite theories were rehab and starting a cult of your own. ”
“Don’t think I haven’t thought about it. ” Justin sat down on a couch in a small living room with rustic pine floors and walls that contrasted with the media screen and sleek black and steel furniture that he remembered from Leo’s old apartment. Tessa took the spot beside him, and Mae stood near the fireplace. Her stance was casual, but her eyes were as watchful as ever. “How in the world did you end up here? Can I get in on a pool for that?”
Leo grinned. “I didn’t end up anywhere. I chose to come here. ”
“Why?”
“For the noblest of reasons. ” Leo nodded toward the living room’s doorway. “I got married. ”
So much for his stunning powers of observation. Justin hadn’t even noticed the gold ring on Leo’s finger. The man who entered the living room, wearing a matching ring, was pretty much Leo’s opposite in every way. Where Leo was tall and slender, this guy was shorter and broad shouldered, with the kind of muscles that came from hard work or expensive fitness devices. He had the common dark hair and eyes, with a close-cut haircut framing his square face, and scarring along his chin suggested he was one of the rare plebeians to have picked up Cain. He was more casually dressed than Leo and clearly much shyer.
Leo caught hold of his arm and steered him in while making introductions. “Dominic, this is the guy I told you about. ”
Justin jumped up to shake Dominic’s hand, wondering what exactly Leo had told him. “Well, congratulations. ” Justin put on his sunniest public relations face. “If I’d known, I would’ve brought you a gift. You look like you could use some nice linens. ”