Chapter Thirty
The floor of the FIB van was surprisingly clean. There was a faint odor of pipe smoke, reminding me of my dad. Captain Edden and the driver, introduced as Clayton, were up front. Nick, Jenks, and I were on the middle bench. The windows were cracked to dilute my perfume. If I'd known they weren't going to release Ivy until after the deal was done, I wouldn't have put it on. As it was, I reeked.
Jenks was on a rampage, his tiny voice scraping along the inside of my skull as he ranted, winding my anticipation to new heights. "Put a sock in it, Jenks," I whispered as I ran the tip of my finger around the bottom of my tiny cellophane bag of nuts for the last of the salt. When the aspirin had dulled my pain, my hunger kicked in. I'd almost rather have done without the aspirin if it meant not being famished.
"Go Turn yourself," Jenks snarled from the cup holder where I had put him. "They stuffed me into a water cooler. Like I was a freak on display! They broke my fringing wing. Look at it! Snapped the main vein. I've got mineral spots on my shirt. It's ruined! And did you see my boots? I'll never get the coffee off them. "
"They apologized," I said, but I knew it was a lost cause. He was on a roll.
"It's going to take me a week to grow my damn wing back. Matalina is gonna kill me. Everyone hides from me when I can't fly. Did you know that? Even my kids. "
I tuned him out. The tirade had started the moment they released him and hadn't quit yet. Though Jenks hadn't been charged with a crime - seeing as he'd been at the ceiling cheering Ivy on while she pummeled the FIB officers - he had insisted on poking about where he shouldn't until they put him in an emptied water jug.
I was beginning to see what Edden had been talking about. He and his officers hadn't a clue as to how to handle Inderlanders. They could have trapped him in a cupboard or drawer as he nosed about. His wings never would have gotten wet and become as fragile as tissue paper. The ten-minute chase with a net wouldn't have happened. And half the officers on the floor wouldn't have been pixed. Ivy and Jenks had come to the FIB willingly, and they still ended up leaving a trail of chaos. What a violent, uncooperative Inderlander might do was frightening.
"It doesn't make sense," Nick said loud enough for Edden in the front to hear. "Why is Mr. Kalamack padding his pocket with illegal gains? He's already independently wealthy. "
Edden turned halfway around in his seat, his khaki nylon jacket sliding. He had a yellow FIB hat on, the only sign of his authority. "He must be funding a project he doesn't want to be found. Money is hard to trace when it's gotten from illegal means and spent on the same. "
I wondered what it was. Something more going on in Faris's lab, perhaps?
The FIB captain brought his thick hand to his chin, his round face lit by the cars behind us. "Mr. Sparagmos," he questioned, "have you ever taken the ferry tour of the waterfront?"
Nick's face went still. "Sir?"
Edden shook his head. "It's the damnedest thing. I'm sure I've seen you before. "
"No," Nick said, easing back into the corner of the seat. "I don't like boats. "
Making a small sound, Edden turned back around in his seat. I exchanged a knowing look with Jenks. The small pixy made a sly face, catching on faster than I had. My empty bag of peanuts crumpled noisily, and I tucked it in my bag, not about to throw it onto the clean floor. Nick was shadowed and closed, the dim light from oncoming motorists blurring his sharp nose and thin face. Leaning close, I whispered, "What did you do?"
His eyes remained fixed out the window, his chest rising and falling in a smooth breath. "Nothing. "
I glanced at the back of Edden's head. Yeah, right. And I'm the I. S. poster girl. "Look. I'm sorry I got you into this. If you want to just walk away when we get to the airport, I'll understand. " On second thought, I didn't want to know what he had done.
He shook his head, giving me a quick flash of a smile. "It's all right," he said. "I'll see you through tonight. I owe you that for getting me out of that rat pit. One more week, and I was going to go insane. "
Just imagining it gave me a chill. There were worse fates than being on an I. S. death list. I touched his shoulder briefly and eased back into my seat, surreptitiously watching him as he lost his hidden tension and his breath came easier. The more I knew about him, the larger his contrasts with most of humanity became. But instead of worrying me, it made me feel more secure. Back to my hero/damsel in distress syndrome. I'd read too many fairy tales as a child, and I was too much a realist not to enjoy being rescued once in a while.
An uncomfortable silence settled in, and my anxiety swelled. What if we were too late? What if Trent changed the flight? What if it had all been an elaborate setup? God help me, I thought. I had gambled everything on the next few hours. If this didn't happen, I had nothing.
"Witch!" Jenks shouted, jerking my attention to him. I realized he had been trying to get my attention for the last few moments. "Pick me up," he demanded. "I can't see jack from here. "
I offered him a hand and he clambered up. "I can't imagine why everyone avoids you when you can't fly," I said dryly.
"This never would have happened," Jenks said loudly, "if someone hadn't torn my freaking wing off. "
I set him on my shoulder, where we could both watch the outgoing traffic as we headed into the Cincinnati-Northern Kentucky International Airport. Most people just called it the Hollows International, or even more simply, the "Big H. I. " The passing cars were briefly lit by the scattered streetlights. The lights became more numerous the closer we came to the terminals. A flash of excitement went through me, and I straightened in my seat. Nothing was going to go wrong. I was going to nail him. Whatever Trent was, I was going to get him. "What time is it?" I asked.
"Eleven-fifteen," Jenks muttered.
"Eleven-twenty," Edden corrected, pointing to the van's clock.
"Eleven-fifteen," the pixy snarled back. "I know where the sun is better than you know what hole to pee out of. "
"Jenks!" I said, aghast. Nick uncrossed his arms, a wisp of his confidence returning.
Edden raised a restraining hand. "It's all right, Ms. Morgan. "
Clayton, an uptight cop who didn't seem to trust me, met my eyes in the rearview mirror. "Actually, sir," he said reluctantly, "that clock is five minutes fast. "
"See?" Jenks exclaimed.
Edden reached for the car phone and snapped on the speaker so we all could hear. "Let's make sure that plane is grounded and everyone is in place," he said.
Anxious, I adjusted my arm sling as Edden punched three numbers into the phone. "Ruben," he barked into it, holding it like it was a mike. "Talk to me. "
There was a brief hesitation, then a masculine voice crackled through the speakers. "Captain. We're waiting at the gate, but the plane isn't here. "
"Not there!" I shouted, wincing as I yanked myself to the edge of the seat. "They should be boarding by now. "
"It never came to the tunnel, sir," Ruben continued. "Everyone is waiting at the terminal. They say it's a minor repair and should only take an hour. This isn't your doing?"
I glanced from the speaker to Edden. I could almost see the ideas circulating behind his speculating expression. "No," he finally said. "Stay put. " He broke the connection and the faint hiss disappeared.
"What is going on?" I shouted into his ear, and he gave me a black look.
"Get your butt back in your seat, Morgan," he said. "It's probably your friend's daylight restrictions. The airline won't make everyone wait on the tarmac when the terminal is empty. "
I glanced at Nick, whose fingers were nervously tapping out the rhythm of an unheard beat. Still uneasy, I settled back. The landing beacon from the airport ran an arc across the underside of the clouds. We were nearly there.
Edden punched in a number from memory, a smile easing over his face as he took the phone off the speaker. "Hello, Chris?" he said, as I faintly heard a woman's voice answer. "Got a question for ya. Seems there's a Southwest f
light stuck on the tarmac. Eleven forty-five to L. A. ? What's up with it?" He hesitated, listening, and I found myself chewing on a hangnail. "Thanks, Chris. " He chuckled. "How about the thickest steak in the city?" Again he chuckled, and I swear, his ears reddened.
Jenks snickered at something I couldn't hear. I glanced at Nick, but he was ignoring me.
"Chrissy," Edden drawled. "My wife might have a problem with that. " Jenks laughed with Edden, and I tugged a curl, nervous. "Talk to you later," he said, and clicked the phone off.
"Well?" I asked from the edge of my seat.
The remnants of Edden's smile refused to leave him. "The plane is grounded. Seems the I. S. had a tip there's a bag of Brimstone on it. "
"Turn it all," I swore. The bus was the decoy, not the airport. What was Trent doing?
Edden's eyes glinted. "The I. S. is fifteen minutes away. We could pull it right out from under them. "
On my shoulder, Jenks started to swear.
"We aren't here for Brimstone," I protested, as everything started falling apart. "We're here for biodrugs!" Fuming, I went silent as a loud car approached us, heading back into the city.
"That one's above city code," Edden said. "Clayton, see if you can get a number off it. "
Mind whirling, I waited for it to pass before I tried to speak again. The engine was racing as if the driver was doing thirty over the speed limit, but the car was hardly moving. The gears whined as it tried to shift in an all-too-familiar sound. Francis, I thought, my breath catching.
"That's Francis!" both Jenks and I shouted as I spun to see his broken taillight. My vision swam from the pain the quick movement started, but I half crawled to the far backseat, Jenks still on my shoulder. "That's Francis," I cried, my heart pounding. "Turn around. Stop! That's Francis. "
Edden hit his fist into the dash. "Damn," he swore. "We're too late. "
"No!" I shouted. "Don't you see? Trent is switching them. The biodrugs and Brimstone. The I. S. isn't there yet. Francis is switching them!"
Edden stared at me, his face alternating in the shadow and light as we continued up the long drive to the airport.
"Francis has the drugs! Turn around!" I shouted.
The van stopped at a traffic light. "Captain?" the driver prompted.
"Morgan," Edden said, "you're crazy if you think I'm going to pass up the chance to slip a Brimstone take right out from under the I. S. You don't even know if that was him or not. "
Jenks laughed. "That was Francis. Rachel burned out his clutch right proper. "
I grimaced. "Francis has the drugs. They're going out by bus. I'd bet my life on it. "
Edden's eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. "You have," he said shortly. "Clayton, turn around. "
I slumped, letting out a breath I hadn't known I'd been holding.
"Captain?"
"You heard me!" he said, clearly not happy. "Turn around. Do what the witch says. " He turned to me, his face tight. "You'd better be right, Morgan," he nearly growled.
"I am. " Stomach churning, I settled back, bracing myself at the sharp U-turn. I had better be right, I thought, glancing at Nick.
An I. S. truck passed us on its way to the airport, silent with its lights flashing. Edden hit the dash so hard it was a wonder the air bag didn't come out. He snatched up the radio. "Rose!" he bellowed. "Did the dog team find anything at the bus depot?"
"No, Captain. They're on their way in now. "
"Get them back out there," he said. "Who do we have in the Hollows in plainclothes?"
"Sir?" She sounded confused.
"Who's in the Hollows that I didn't move to the airport?" he shouted.
"Briston is at the Newport mall in plainclothes," she said. The faint ringing of a phone intruded, and she shouted, "Someone get that!" There was hesitation. "Gerry is backing her up, but he's in uniform. "
"Gerry," Edden muttered, clearly not pleased. "Move them to the bus depot. "
"Briston and Gerry to bus depot," she repeated slowly.
"Tell them to use their ACGs," Edden added, shooting a glance at me.
"ACGs?" Nick asked.
"Anticharm gear," I said, and he nodded.
"We're looking for a white male, early thirties. Witch. Name is Francis Percy. I. S. runner.
"He's no better than a warlock," I interjected, bracing myself as we came to an abrupt halt at a red light.
"The suspect is probably carrying spells," Edden continued.
"He's harmless," I muttered.
"Do not approach unless he tries to leave," Edden said tightly.
"Yeah. " I snorted as we lurched into motion again. "He might bore you to death. "
Edden turned to me. "Will you shut your mouth?"
I shrugged, then wished I hadn't as my shoulder started to throb.
"Did you get that, Rose?" he said into the phone.
"Armed, dangerous, don't approach unless he tries to leave. Gotcha. "
Edden grunted. "Thanks, Rose. " He flicked the radio off with a thick finger.
Jenks yanked on my ear, and I let out a yelp.
"There he is!" the pixy shrilled. "Look. Right ahead of us. "
Nick and I leaned forward to see. The broken taillight was like a beacon. We watched as Francis signaled, squealing his tires as he lurched into the bus depot. A horn blew, and I smirked. Francis had nearly been hit by a bus.
"Okay," Edden said softly as we circled to park on the far side of the lot. "We have five minutes until the dog team gets here, fifteen for Briston and Gerry. He will have to register the packages with the front desk. It will be a nice proof of ownership. " Edden undid his seat belt and spun his bucket chair as the van halted. He looked as eager as a vamp with that toothy grin of his. "No one even look at him until everyone gets here. Got it?"
"Yeah, I got it," I said, jittery. I didn't like being under someone else's direction, but what he said made sense. Nervous, I slid across the seat to press my face to Nick's window and watch Francis struggle with three flat boxes.
"That him?" Edden said, his voice cold.
I nodded. Jenks walked down my arm and stood on the sill of the window. His wings were a blur as he used them for balance. "Yeah," the pixy snarled. "That's the pancake. "
Glancing up, I realized I was almost in Nick's lap. Embarrassed, I put myself where I belonged. The aspirin was starting to wear off, and though my remaining amulet would be good for days, the pain was starting to break through with an unsettling frequency. But it was the fatigue I was really worried about. My heart was hammering as if I had just finished a race. I didn't think it was just from the excitement.
Francis kicked his car door shut and tottered into motion. He was the picture of self-importance as he strutted into the depot in his loud shirt with the turned-up collar. I smirked as he smiled at a woman coming out and got a quick brush-off. But on remembering his fear while sitting in Trent's office, my contempt took on a shade of pity for the insecure man.
"Okay, boys and girls," Edden said, pulling my attention back. "Clayton, stay here. Send Briston in when she arrives. I don't want anyone out of plainclothes in sight of the windows. " He watched Francis go through the double doors. "Have Rose move everyone in from the airport. Looks like the witch, er, Ms. Morgan was right. "
"Yes sir. " Clayton reluctantly reached for the car phone.
Doors started to open. It was obvious we weren't your typical group of bus patrons, but Francis was probably too stupid to notice. Edden stuffed his yellow FIB hat into a back pocket. Nick was a thin nobody; he looked like he belonged. But my bruises and sling drew more attention than if I had a bell and a card that said, "Will work for spells. "
"Captain Edden?" I said as he slipped out and stood waiting. "Give me a minute. "
Edden and Nick looked wonderingly back at me as I rummaged in my bag. "Rachel," Jenks said from Nick's shoulder. "You've got to be kidding. Ten makeup charms couldn't ma
ke you look better right now. "
"Go Turn yourself," I muttered. "Francis will recognize me. I need an amulet. "
Edden watched with interest. Feeling the press of adrenaline, I awkwardly rummaged with my good hand in my bag for an aging spell. Finally I dumped the bag onto the seat, grabbed the right charm and invoked it. As I set it around my neck, Edden made a sound of disbelief and admiration. His acceptance - no, approval - was gratifying. That he had taken my pain amulet earlier had a lot to do with me agreeing to owing him a favor or two. Whenever a human showed any appreciation for my skills, I got all warm and fuzzy. Sucker.
Jamming everything away in my bag, I creakily eased myself out of the van.
"Ready?" Jenks said sarcastically. "Sure you don't want to brush your hair?"
"Shove it, Jenks," I said as Nick offered me a hand. "I can get down by myself," I added.
Jenks made the jump from Nick to me, settling on my shoulder. "You look like an old woman," the pixy said. "Act like it. "
"She is. " Edden grabbed my shoulder to keep me from falling as my vamp boots hit the pavement. "She reminds me of my mother. " His eyes scrunched as he made a face and waved his hand before his nose. "She even smells like her. "
"Shut up, all of you," I said, hesitating as my deep breath made me light-headed. The jarring pain from my landing had gone straight up my spine and into my skull, settling itself for a long stay. Refusing to let my fatigue get a foothold, I jerked away from Edden and hobbled to the doors. The two men followed, three paces behind. I felt like a slob in my fat jeans and that awful plaid shirt. Carrying the illusion of being old didn't help, either. I tugged at the door, unable to open it. "Someone open this door for me!" I exclaimed, and Jenks laughed.
Nick took my arm as Edden opened the door and a gust of overheated air billowed into us. "Here," Nick said. "Lean on me. You look more like an old lady that way. "
The pain I could deal with. It was the fatigue that overwhelmed my pride and forced me to accept Nick's offered arm. It was either that or crawl into the bus station.
I shuffled in, a stir of excitement quickening my pulse as I scanned the long front counter for Francis. "There he is," I whispered.
Almost hidden behind a fake tree, Francis was talking to a young woman in a city uniform. The Percy charm was having its usual effect, and she looked annoyed. Three boxes were on the counter beside him. My continued existence was in those boxes.
Nick pulled gently on my good elbow. "Let's sit you down over here, Mother," he said.
"Call me that again and I'll take care of your family planning for you," I threatened.
"Mother," Jenks said, his wings fanning my neck in fitful spurts.
"Enough," Edden said softly, a new hardness in his voice. His eyes never left Francis. "All three of you are going to sit over there and wait. No one moves unless Percy tries to leave. I'm going to make sure those boxes don't get on a bus. " His gaze still on Francis, he touched the weapon hidden behind his jacket and casually made his way to the counter. Edden beamed at a second clerk before he even got close.
Sit and wait? Yeah, I could do that.
I gave in to Nick's gentle pull and moved toward the bank of chairs. They were orange, same as at the FIB, and looked equally comfortable. Nick helped me ease down into one, taking the chair next to mine. He stretched out and pretended to nap, his eyes cracked to watch Francis. I sat stiffly with my bag on my lap, clutching it as I had seen old ladies do. Now I knew why. I hurt all over, and I felt like I would fall apart if I relaxed.
A kid shrieked, and I took a quick breath. My eyes drifted from Francis, busy making an ass of himself, to the other patrons. There was a tired mom with three kids - one still in diapers - arguing with a clerk over the interpretation of a coupon. A handful of businessmen absorbed in their business, striding importantly, as if this was only a bad dream and not the reality of their existence. Young lovers pressed dangerously close, probably fleeing parents. Vagrants. A tattered old man caught my eye and winked.
I started. This wasn't safe. The I. S. could be anywhere, ready to tag me.
"Relax, Rache," Jenks whispered as if reading my mind. "The I. S. isn't going to nack you with the captain of the FIB in the same room. "
"How can you be so sure?" I said.
I felt the wind on my neck as he fanned his useless wings. "I'm not. "
Nick opened his eyes and sat up. "How are you doing?" he asked quietly.
"I'm fine," Jenks said. "Thanks for asking. Did you know some lunker at the FIB snapped my freaking wing off? My wife is gonna kill me. "
I managed a smile. "Hungry," I answered Nick. "Exhausted. "
Nick glanced at me before returning his gaze to Francis. "You want something to eat?" He jingled the coins in his pocket, left over from the cab fare to the FIB. "You have enough for something out of the machine there. "
I let a faint smile come over me. It was nice to have someone worried about me. "Sure. Thanks. Something with chocolate?"
"Chocolate," Nick affirmed, standing up. He glanced from the vending machines across the room to Francis. The snot was leaning halfway across the counter, probably trying to get her phone number. I watched Nick walk away. For someone so thin, he certainly moved with grace. I wondered what he had done to have gotten hauled into the FIB.
"Something with chocolate," Jenks drawled in a high falsetto. "Ohhhh, Nick. You're my hero!"
"Get stuffed," I said, more out of habit than anything else.
"Ya know something, Rache," Jenks said as he settled himself further on my shoulder. "You're going to make one really weird grandma. "
I was too tired to come back with anything. I took a deep breath, making it slow so nothing would hurt. My eyes flicked from Francis and back to Nick, anticipation making my stomach feel tight. "Jenks," I said, watching Nick's tall shape as he stood before the candy machine, his head bowed over the change in his hand. "What do you think about Nick?"
The pixy snorted, then seeing I was serious, settled down. "He's okay," he said. "Won't do anything to hurt you. He's got this hero complex thing going, and you seem to need rescuing. You should have seen his face when you were flat out on Ivy's couch. I thought he was going to turn up his toes to the daisies. Just don't expect him to have your ideas of right or wrong. "
My eyebrows pinched, hurting my face. "Black magic?" I whispered. "Oh God, Jenks. Don't tell me he's a practitioner?"
Jenks laughed, sounding like wind chimes. "No. I meant he doesn't have a problem stealing library books. "
"Oh. " I thought back to his unease in the FIB office and then in the van. Was that all it was? Somehow, I didn't think so. But pixies were known for their judge of character, no matter how flighty, flaky, or mouthy they were. I wondered if Jenks's opinion would change if he knew about my demon mark. I was afraid to ask. Hell, I was too afraid to show it to him.
I looked up as Francis laughed, writing something down on a paper and pushing it toward the ticket lady. He wiped a hand under his narrow nose and gave her a ratty grin. "Good girl," I whispered when she crumpled it up and tossed it over her shoulder as Francis headed for the door.
My heart seemed to catch. He was headed for the door! Damn.
I glanced up for help. Nick was struggling with the machine, his back to me. Edden was deep in conversation with an official-looking man in a bus uniform. The captain's face was red, and his eyes were fixed to the boxes behind the counter. "Jenks," I said tersely. "Get Edden. "
"What? You want me to crawl over there, maybe?"
Francis was halfway to the door. I didn't trust Clayton outside to be able to stop a dog from taking a leak. I stood, praying that Edden would turn around. He didn't. "Get him," I muttered, ignoring Jenks's outrage as I plucked him from my shoulder and set him on the floor.
"Rachel!" Jenks shouted as I hobbled as fast as I could, trying to get between Francis and the door. I was too slow, and Francis cut ahead of me.
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"Excuse me, young man?" I warbled, my pulse racing as I reached out for him. "Would you tell me where the baggage area is?"
Francis spun on a quick heel. I struggled not to show my alarm that he might recognize me and my hatred for what he had done. "This is the bus depot, lady," he said, his thin lips twisted in annoyance. "There is no baggage area. Your stuff is on the curb outside. "
"What's that?" I said loudly, mentally cursing Edden. Where the hell was he? I grabbed Francis arm in a tight grip, and he looked down at my spell-wrinkled hand.
"It's outside!" he shouted, trying to tug away, reeling as my perfume hit him.
But I wouldn't let go. From the corner of my sight I saw Nick beside the candy machine, staring blankly at my empty seat. His gaze rove over the people, finally catching mine. His eyes widened. He darted to Edden.
Francis had tucked his papers under his arm and was using his other hand to try and pry my fingers from him. "Lemme go, lady," he said. "There's no baggage claim. "
My fingers cramped, and he jerked away. Panicking, I watched him tug his shirt straight. "Freaky old bat," he said with a huff. "What do you old hags do, swim in your perfume?" Then his mouth dropped open. "Morgan," he hissed, recognizing me. "He told me you were dead. "
"I am," I said, my knees threatening to buckle. I was up on adrenaline alone.
His stupid grin told me he had no idea what was going on. "You're coming with me. Denon will give me a promotion when he sees you. "
I shook my head. I had to do this by the book or Edden would be ticked. "Francis Percy, under the authority of the FIB, I am charging you with conspiring to willfully run biodrugs. "
His grin vanished as his face went white under his ugly stubble. His gaze darted over my shoulder to the counter. "Shit," he swore, turning to run.
"Stop!" Edden cried out, too far back to be any good.
I lunged at Francis, grabbing the back of his knees. We went down in a painful thump. Francis squirmed, kicking me in the chest as he tried to get away. I gasped, hurting.
A whoosh of air streaked over us where my head had been. I jerked my attention up. Stars crossed my vision as Francis struggled to escape.
No, I thought as a blue ball of flame smashed into the far wall and exploded. Those stars were real.
The ground shook at the force of the blast. Women and children screamed, falling back to press against the walls. "What was that?" Francis stammered. He twisted under me, and for a heartbeat we watched, mesmerized, as the flickering blue flame plastered itself in a sunburst across the ugly yellow wall until it folded back in on itself and vanished with a pop.
Frightened for the first time, I turned to look behind me. Standing confidently by the hallway to the back offices was a short tidy man dressed in black, a red ball of ever-after in his hand. A wisp of a woman dressed the same blocked the main doors, her hand on her hip and her white teeth grinning. The third was a muscular man the size of a VW bug by the ticket counter.
It looked like the witch conference at the coast was over.
Swell.