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Broken

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by Kelley Armstrong


  Jeremy had wanted a private, wide-open place, to avoid the possibility of being ambushed by the zombies. Tolliver still insisted that Shanahan wouldn't know how to control a zombie if someone handed him a user's manual, but he'd suggested a small community center where he coached an after-school soccer program. It was closed for the summer, but he had access.

  The community center was indeed tiny--little more than a gymnasium, changing rooms and a meeting room. The property was a decent size, though, with basketball courts, soccer fields and a thickly wooded strip in the back. When Jeremy saw that small forest, he was much happier with Tolliver's choice. If things went bad, we could get Shanahan to our turf quickly.

  The ball courts and field were community property, but in late afternoon, with the summer sun cranked on full, no one much felt like playing ball. The empty court and field added an insulating layer of emptiness between the building and the surrounding town houses.

  We didn't break into the community center. No qualms about B&E, but there was always the chance that Tolliver and Shanahan were watching, or had set up a sorcerer security alarm. If we were seen going inside, that could suggest we'd gone in to prepare a trap, which would be grounds for canceling the meeting. So we settled for peering through windows and mapping out our plans that way.

  As we circled the block, getting a wider lay of the land, Jeremy and Antonio took the lead, discussing the final details. Nick started in the rear with us, but when his few attempts to start conversation failed, he jogged up to Jeremy and his father.

  "You okay?" I whispered to Clay.

  His tanned face was flushed, eyes brighter than usual. When I reached for his forehead, he shook his head, then jerked his chin at Jeremy.

  "He doesn't need to worry about that right now," he said. "I took some pills. They'll kick in before the meeting."

  I nodded and we walked in silence the rest of the way.

  Once at the community center, we watched from the woods. Tolliver and Shanahan arrived ten minutes early. They went straight in the main door.

  Nick loped across the field to watch them through the hall window. Antonio followed at a distance. Once Nick was done, he headed back to us while his father stood watch.

  "The doctor checked the meeting room and the bathrooms," Nick said. "Just flipping on lights and taking a look. Then they went to the gym."

  "So no sign that they're setting a trap or casting spells," Jeremy said. "Good. Let's go then."

  We entered the gym, Antonio in the lead, followed by Jeremy and me, with Clay and Nick covering our backs. As we approached, Shanahan looked anxiously at his friend, but Tolliver laid a hand on his arm and whispered something that seemed to reassure the bigger man. If Tolliver was nervous, he gave no sign of it, not even when his gaze traveled over the five of us. Of course, he may have known that they had reinforcements too--two zombies and a serial killer.

  Antonio veered to Jeremy's left. I stood on his right, and Clay moved up to flank me. Behind us, Nick turned around to watch the exit.

  Shanahan began to speak even before we stopped moving. "Randy told me--"

  Tolliver cut his friend short with a squeeze on his forearm and a look that said they'd discussed earlier how they'd proceed.

  "I've updated Patrick on the situation," Tolliver said. "Both with the zombies, the disappearances and yesterday's killing."

  "The first of two killings," Jeremy said. "We were at the second crime scene when you called. A woman, killed in the same way, in a nearby neighborhood. A young, blond, pregnant woman."

  Shanahan's brow furrowed, then his gaze shot to me. He paled.

  "Christ, no--I'd never. A pregnant--? You can't think--"

  Tolliver squeezed his arm again, but this time, Shanahan shook him off. "No, I know you want to stay calm and present our facts, but this is ridiculous. I can set this whole thing straight myself, starting with this Jack the Ripper nonsense. That letter--"

  The lights went out, plunging us into darkness. I swung around to cover Jeremy, but his hand closed on my arm first. Clay caught my other arm, and they hustled me to the exit.

  Nick pushed open the heavy gym doors. Jeremy propelled us all the way to the main entrance. Then he propped the doors open and waved for Nick and Clay to take a look outside.

  A banging erupted from inside the gym. Antonio strode to the gym doors and swung them open.

  Shanahan's voice was shrill. "I told you it was a trap."

  "You!" Tolliver's voice boomed. "Tell your boss to open this door immediately, because if he doesn't, I have two Cabals on speed dial--"

  "Jer? They're at the rear exit," Antonio called. "They can't get the door open."

  Motioning for me to follow, Jeremy returned to the gym entrance. In the dim light, I could see Tolliver and Shanahan whaling on the exit door.

  "It must be jammed--" Jeremy began.

  "It wasn't jammed when we got here," Tolliver shouted back. "I checked it."

  "Tonio?" Jeremy murmured. "Go help Clay get that door open. Send Nick back in." He caught his friend's arm before he left, and lowered his voice. "Be careful."

  "I suspect we're going to find it's been spell-locked, not jammed," Jeremy called to Tolliver.

  "Spell--?"

  "The same thing I believe responsible for the blackout," Jeremy said. "Either that or we have a zombie in the basement who tripped the breaker. Not quite so dramatic as a spell, but equally effective."

  As Nick came up behind me, I could hear someone yanking on the outside door.

  "You think I turned off the lights?" Tolliver said with a tight laugh. "On werewolves? Who can see in the dark? And I locked myself in with them?"

  "We can't see in complete darkness," Jeremy said. "No more than you can. As a doctor, I'm sure you figured that out."

  Clay's footsteps thundered down the hall. His face was red, as if he'd run six miles instead of feet.

  "It's not jammed," he said, breathing hard. "Doesn't seem locked either. Antonio can snap the hinges..."

  "Not yet," Jeremy murmured. "Tell him to stand by."

  "It's spell-locked," Jeremy called to Tolliver and Shanahan. "A backup plan to distract us when the power outage didn't do the trick, I suspect. You have two choices. Either we relocate this meeting--quickly--or I will make that Cabal call for you, to Benicio Cortez, whom I suspect will handle this in a much less diplomatic way."

  Tolliver was silent.

  "Quickly was the key word in that offer," Jeremy said, voice still calm. "In sixty seconds, I'm going to declare this a potential ambush and instruct--"

  "There's a room down the hall. A meeting room. Smaller than this, but it has windows. It'll be light enough to talk."

  Truth

  WHILE I WASN'T DISCOUNTING TOLLIVER AS THE SOURCE of the power outage, my money was on Shanahan. His "horrified innocent" act didn't work with me. I'd seen too many mutts pull the same routine. We'd show up at their doorstep and they'd stand there, stammering and wide-eyed at the very notion that they would be hunting people, denials pouring out on breath that reeked of human flesh.

  Tolliver paused at the meeting room door as if expecting a wolf to lunge out from behind it. When Antonio closed the door behind them, Shanahan jumped, fingers flying up in a spell.

  "If you finish that cast, this meeting is over," Jeremy said.

  As we moved to the center of the room, Clay whispered weakly, "Nicky?"

  Nick started--surprised by Clay's tone, the childhood nickname or both, so out of place here. Clay's face was still as flushed as when he'd come running in from outside, and now neither heat nor exertion could be blamed.

  "You're--" I began.

  Clay silenced me with a meaningful nod at Jeremy. Frowning, Nick moved up beside Clay.

  "Watch Elena, 'kay?" Clay whispered, voice hoarse as if speaking cost more effort than he could afford.

  "Are you--?"

  "No, I'm not. So watch her. Please."

  Jeremy caught my eye, but Clay had turned away, as if st
ill talking to Nick. Jeremy waved me up beside him. I glanced at Clay again, but his eyes warned me to stay quiet.

  Jeremy began, "I'll presume Dr. Tolliver has told you what's happened this week, and your suspected role in it."

  "I--" Shanahan said.

  "Then you know the charges are serious. These negotiations are equally serious. If you claim to have played no role in these events, and I discover otherwise, I will claim justice as our jurisdiction, to be decided by me--"

  "But--"

  "A member of my Pack is under direct threat, and neither the interracial council nor the Cabals will deny me justice if I demand it."

  Shanahan swallowed. His gaze shot to Tolliver, who said nothing.

  "If you admit to your role in this," Jeremy continued, "and help us close this portal, you will be turned over to the Cortez Cabal or the interracial council--your choice, but you have my word that I will attend any proceedings, and ensure that your cooperation here is noted and considered."

  "And if I played no role in any of this?"

  "Then you'd be well advised to tell us anything that will help exonerate you, and anything that will help us close this portal...and to pray that we don't find out you've lied."

  Shanahan pulled himself straight and met Jeremy's gaze. "I played only one role in all of this." He enunciated each word as if such gravity would prove his sincerity. "And that is as the original owner of that letter. If I failed to properly safeguard it, then my only defense is that I had no reason--absolutely no reason--to believe it wasn't what my grandfather claimed."

  "A fake?" Jeremy said.

  "Not a fake. A dud. A failed experiment. A supernatural curiosity with an interesting story attached. That's what my grandfather collected: stories."

  Jeremy's gaze veered toward the windows, and his nostrils flared. The windows were closed, and he gave a slight head shake, as if the sniff had been instinctive. All I could see was the empty basketball courts.

  "And the story behind this particular artifact?" Jeremy said. "You called it a dud."

  Shanahan nodded, emphatically, as if seeing a sign that his story was being believed. "It is supposed to be a portal. A holding cell."

  "For the man known as Jack the Ripper."

  "No, there's no--"

  "We'll get to that," Tolliver said. "Back to the letter and its intended purpose."

  They told us a story very similar to the one Anita Barrington knew, with the sorcerer creating a portal to hide from those wanting to take or stop his immortality experiment.

  "Only either he wasn't as good as he thought he was, or he rushed the last few steps while his enemies were closing in..."

  "And the portal failed," Jeremy said. "The sorcerer couldn't get inside in time."

  "That wasn't the problem. He--"

  Shanahan went rigid, then stumbled back, hands going to his stomach. His mouth opened as if to scream, but no sound came out, just a wisp of something gray, like smoke, and he collapsed backward to the floor.

  Tolliver shot forward. Nick pulled me back. Clay tried to lunge for Jeremy, but it was more of a lurch, his face shiny with exertion. Antonio spun on Tolliver, and the sorcerer flicked his fingers in a knockback spell, but Antonio grabbed his hands before he could finish.

  Jeremy rushed to Shanahan, who was writhing on the floor, letting out what was probably a howl of pain, but came out only as a mewling whisper carried on a stream of breath that stunk of burnt flesh.

  "Let me help--" Tolliver said, struggling against Antonio.

  "Help what?" I said. "Finish him off?"

  Tolliver's eyes shot to mine, blasting me with cold fury. I walked over to him, Nick sticking so close his arm brushed mine as we moved.

  "Are you going to blame us for that too?" I said. "Maybe we could flip off a power breaker, but we sure as hell can't do that. That's magic, and there are only two magic-makers here. Was he about to say something you didn't want us to hear?"

  "You think I did this?"

  Shanahan had gone still, eyes open and blank. As Jeremy closed Shanahan's eyes, Tolliver let out a roar and started struggling again.

  "You just let him die? I could have--"

  "Helped?" Jeremy said, voice deceptively low. "No one could have helped him...by curing it or hastening it along. But I'm sure that's no surprise to you."

  "I didn't--"

  "I don't know very much about magic, but there's nothing else that would do that--burn a man from the inside." He walked over to Tolliver. "He was about to tell us something about the portal spell, something you didn't want him to say. What--"

  A shout from outside cut him short. We all froze. When Tolliver opened his mouth, Antonio clapped his hand over it.

  Another shout came, then a laugh, followed by the slap-slap of a ball hitting the pavement. Teens setting up for a game of hoops.

  "How close?" Jeremy murmured as I slipped over to the window for a look.

  "Too close."

  "Nick? Clay? Move Shanahan," Jeremy said. "Elena? Find them a place to hide his body. We'll meet you in the gym."

  "The gym?" I said. "It's still dark in--"

  "We're only using the exit."

  The hall closet door was locked, but I broke it open and cleared a place inside.

  Clay moved in to help Nick drag Shanahan to the closet, but he was barely able to stand without toppling. Nick waved him back.

  "Is it just the fever?" I said. "What about your arm?"

  He hooked his left arm over my shoulder in an awkward, furnace-hot embrace. He leaned in to me, lips going to my ear. I could feel the heat radiating from him.

  "Don't--don't worry 'bout me, 'kay?" he whispered. "Get this done, I'll be fine. Keep going. You need cover? Tonio and Nicky, 'kay?" A small sound, like a choked growl. "Not me. Can't count on me."

  "I'll cover her," Nick said. "You know I will."

  Clay motioned for us to get moving to the gym.

  Using a skipping rope, we bound Tolliver's hands to prevent spellcasting. He fought like someone seeing the end coming. But he was no match for Antonio, who just heaved the taller man off his feet, ignoring his kicking and flailing.

  We took him into the forest.

  Jeremy sent Nick, Clay and me ahead to look around. Out of Jeremy's sight, Nick and I sat Clay down on a fallen tree, never going so far that we couldn't look back and make sure he was still okay. When we found a small clearing a safe distance from the path, we collected Clay, and returned to the others.

  Antonio sat Tolliver on the ground and we surrounded him.

  "Think about this," Tolliver said, struggling to keep his voice calm as a vein in his forehead pulsed. "How could I possibly be responsible for all this? I haven't seen Patrick in years. The letter was in his possession, then it was stolen and this portal--" His head shot up. "You think I stole the letter and activated the portal?"

  "No. We know who stole the letter."

  "Then why aren't you questioning--?" His gaze flicked across our faces, and the vein started pulsing again. "You stole it? Let me get this straight. You stole the portal letter. You activated that portal. And somehow this is all our fault?"

  "The theft of the letter had nothing to do with the portal," Jeremy said. "The person who wanted the letter had no idea what it supposedly contained--"

  "And you believed that?"

  Jeremy's voice stayed even. "Yes, we do. It was a separate matter, with a human purchaser interested only in the letter's historical value. We did steal it, in return for information that helped us to stop another set of crimes."

  Tolliver's dark eyes still fumed.

  Jeremy continued. "Perhaps Shanahan did believe that the portal was a failed experiment--in fact, I'll wager he did. But when those zombies came to his door, looking for their master, he saw an opportunity. He knew the story behind the letter, that his great-grandfather had created it and trapped a killer within, a killer whose work was pivotal in those immortality experiments."

  "Jack the Ripper?" Tolliver's lip t
wisted. "Don't you get it? There is no Jack the Ripper." He shook his head sharply. "Yes, I'm sure there was one, once, but he has nothing to do with the letter. That's what Patrick was trying to tell you. I stopped him because I didn't want to go off on an unnecessary tangent. Whoever killed those young women is not Jack the Ripper."

  Jeremy studied Tolliver's face, and let him continue.

  "The whole From Hell thing was a ruse used by the sorcerer who created that portal. He wrote the letter. He arranged for it to be sent, with the kidney, to the..." A sharp shake of his head. "Whoever it was sent to. It's all in the file. I don't remember--"

  "Where's the file?"

  Tolliver hesitated, then said, "I can take you to it. Patrick showed it to me this morning, and we put it someplace safe. If you let me take you--"

  "Not now. So this sorcerer--Patrick's great-grandfather--"

  "Maybe," Tolliver said. "There's nothing in the file about the creator being a Shanahan, but if that's what you heard, okay, we'll go with that. Whoever this sorcerer was, he created the portal as a holding place, as Patrick said, to escape supernaturals who wanted to steal or stop his experiment--an experiment unconnected to Jack the Ripper. He sacrificed two petty criminals to create the portal, then put the portal trigger into a piece of paper. At the same time, the police are investigating a string of homicides in Whitechapel. Letters are flowing in, claiming to be from the killer, all being carefully collected and stored in the police station. So he uses the paper to write a fake letter, figuring there's no safer place in London than that police file..."

  Tolliver continued explaining, but Jeremy's gaze had swung out over the forest, eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring as he tried to catch a breeze. He saw me watching but, instead of waving it off as nothing, he motioned Tolliver to silence.

  "Antonio?" Jeremy murmured. "Take over. Elena, I need your nose. Clay?"

  Near-panic crossed through Clay's eyes, as he realized Jeremy wanted him to cover me, leaving Nick behind with Antonio.

  "Keep him talking," Jeremy said to Antonio, not noticing Clay's hesitation. "We'll be right back."

  Clay's mouth opened, probably to suggest Nick go in his place. First, though, he looked at me. I shook my head, jerking my chin toward Antonio and Tolliver. If Clay stayed behind, he'd be the only one protecting Antonio, whose attention would be on questioning Tolliver. Better to have Nick doing that.

 

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