Unless someone from the Guild responded to reports of the shooting, the Brookline police would be the first responders. They shared resources with Boston, but they weren’t likely to call them until they knew they needed help. I tuned the radio to local news stations. No one was reporting gunfire. I had some room to maneuver before a call went out looking for me, and the more distance I put between me and Eagan’s house, the more at ease I was.
I drove Route 9 back into the city, considering my options. The Tangle was being watched. Briallen’s town house had to be under surveillance. Murdock’s house was out of the question. I considered hiding in the Guildhouse archives, but only one way in existed that I knew about. If I was discovered, I’d be trapped.
Aimless, I circled Boston Common. Each time I made the loop, I stared at the great stone pillar on the hill. The night that I sealed the Way into TirNaNog, the trees surrounding the pillar had been destroyed in the blast. Over the last few months, the city had removed the debris, exposing the hill. The pillar radiated with powerful essence and attracted gargoyles from everywhere. The ’goyles faced the pillar, covering the hill in a field of tortured stone as they bathed in the radiant flow.
The high levels of essence gave me an idea. I pulled the car into a semilegal space, the rear bumper edging into a bus stop. By the time a cop noticed and a tow truck was called, I’d be gone. I tucked the bowl inside my jacket and entered the Common through the Joy Street gate.
The hill had been cordoned off. With the power emanating from the pillar, the city had declared the hill a disaster site and turned security over to the Guild. A few brownies guarded the fences, but they didn’t have much to contend with. The place gave everyone the creeps, so the guards only needed to chase away curiosity-seekers and the occasional drunk goth kid. I watched them as I strolled down the path, timing their patrols. Two of them ran an overlapping pattern that brought them back-to-back briefly as they meandered among the gargoyles. It was enough time for what I needed to do.
I waited for my moment, then jogged between a twisted angel and a giant green-man head. As my feet touched the hill, a buzz built in my ears, the grating hum of gargoyles talking. Not everyone could hear them, but one had decided to speak to me long ago. I thought of it as a privilege, having access to some kind of secret knowledge. I had relied on the words of one of the gargoyles whom I had named Virgil, and it had saved my life. I discovered recently from Joe that all the gargoyles repeated the same things to whoever listened, that my survival had to have been luck. It was disappointing to learn that, but at least I was alive.
I scrambled through a cluster of smaller ’goyles, misshapen animals worn with age—lolling-tongued dogs with human arms for legs, cat-headed birds, and human-headed snakes. The essence from the pillar beat against my senses, a powerful thrumming that reverberated in my chest.
I spotted a small child with long sheep horns curling around its ears, its palms lifted in supplication. I slipped the bowl out of my jacket and placed it on the hands. I liked the way the red-splattered green bloodstone of the bowl blended with the red marbling of the ’goyle. To the casual eye, it belonged there, and its essence was lost in the intense background field the pillar generated. It was risky to leave it, but now that Shay’s blood had broken the geasa, anyone could move it. Until I understood what was going on, I didn’t want to have it on me if someone detained me. I didn’t have a choice but to hide it.
A brownie guard shouted. Instead of running, I waved at him with a smile. He thrust his arm away from the hill and shouted again, coming nearer. I hurried down the slope, smiling and waving, doing my best to appear properly scolded. I reached a break in the storm fence and walked onto the empty concrete pond basin. The brownie kept his distance as I returned to the steps that led to the gate. As I settled in the car, I was astounded to see a parking ticket. I left it on the windshield.
The sun was coming up, saturated pink-and-orange light coloring the downtown buildings. I drove down to the harbor and left the car, pumping quarters into a meter and tearing up the ticket. It would be a few hours before anyone noticed it.
I walked back toward Faneuil Hall. When all else failed, I went home, or, in this case, my parents’ hotel. I hoped no one would think I would go there. At the back end of Quincy Market, Joe flashed into sight in front of me. “Oh, good, you’re not dead,” he said.
I walked with my head down. “Shay is. He got shot.”
Joe’s face fell, embarrassment at his poor choice of words showing. “I am truly sorry, Connor. He was rather sweet.”
“And didn’t deserve my coming into his life,” I said.
Joe didn’t argue with me like he usually did when I said stuff like that. He settled on my shoulder and wrapped his arm around my neck. I knew he didn’t agree with my sentiment, but he comforted me without words anyway.
I slowed my step when I reached Cambridge Street. The Bostonian Hotel was across the street, but I spotted Kevin Murdock at the end of the block. What he was doing there at that hour couldn’t mean anything good, especially since he had his body shield up. It was an impressive demonstration of control on his part so soon after gaining essence abilities.
“What do you make of that, Joe?” I asked.
He leaned forward to see around my nose. “All the Murdocks like to wake up early?”
If there was one thing I had learned from putting people under surveillance, it was what people looked like when they were doing surveillance. Kevin was watching the street, the approach from downtown, waiting for someone or something. “I don’t like it. Let’s get inside before he sees us.”
The entrance to the hotel was a series of flat arches along the sidewalk. As I reached the curb, Gerry Murdock stepped from behind a pillar. He was dressed in black like Kevin, not his uniform, but he did have his gun belt on. He glanced at Joe, then back to me. “Funny running into you,” he said.
“I’m not laughing, though,” I said.
“Your mother’s staying here, isn’t she?” he said.
I froze. “Meaning what?”
He shrugged. “Nothing. It’s not very safe down here at night. I’d tell her to be careful.”
With two long strides, I was in his face. “If anything happens to my mother, Gerry. I am coming after you.”
He gave me a cocky grin. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, there, big fella. I believe you are threatening a police officer. You’re under arrest.”
“You stink of gunpowder, Gerry. Where were you tonight?”
“Picking off scum. Think I got a tranny,” he said.
That did it. I grabbed him by shirt and shoved him against the wall. “You killed a kid, Gerry.”
He surprised me by activating a body shield, not a strong one, but enough to force my hands to slip off him. He grabbed his gun. “Surprised, Grey? Playing field’s level now.”
With an abrupt thrust of my hand, I slammed my body shield against his without touching his body. His arm jerked up, hitting the wall, and the gun dropped out of his hand. “Call me when you think you can take me,” I said.
I had passed under the arch into the driveway when I heard the gun. “Stop right there,” he said.
I put my hands out and pivoted. Joe flashed into the air next to me. I hadn’t noticed him vanish. He hadn’t said a word during the entire exchange. “What, Gerry? You going to shoot me? Go ahead, I dare you. I’ll have that gun out of your hand and up your ass so fast, you’ll be choking on the bullets.”
“Is there a problem?” Dread clenched my gut when I heard my mother’s voice.
“Get back inside, Ma,” I said over my shoulder.
In her dressing gown, she came up next to me, her hands folded in front of her. “I asked if there is a problem here?”
Gerry kept his gun aimed at me. “Do what he said, ma’am. This is a police matter.”
My mother moved forward. “My name is Regula Grey. I am a member of the Seelie Court. I have diplomatic immunity from local matters and, through me, so does my so
n. Now I ask you, sir, what is the problem here? Do I need to contact the Guild for advice?”
Kevin joined Gerry as he relaxed his stance and lowered the gun. The two of them stared at us for a long moment of failed intimidation. “A misunderstanding, ma’am,” Gerry said.
My mother nodded once sharply. “I see. Well, then, good day.”
She turned and entered the hotel.
“This isn’t over,” Gerry said.
“Stay away from my family, Gerry,” I said.
I followed my mother. Joe flew backwards in front of me, watching the Murdocks. “Did you call her?”
“Your father wasn’t there,” he said.
My mother waited by the elevator. She pressed the UP button. “Honestly, Connor, you need to be more careful. You know I worry.”
The elevator arrived, and I punched the button for my parents’ floor. “That was foolish, Mother. You could have been hurt.”
She waved her hand. “Oh, I would have flattened him in another moment if he hadn’t dropped his weapon. You know how impatient I can be when I haven’t had my morning tea. Who was he?”
“Gerry Murdock. Leo’s brother,” I said.
“That nice man who delivered our bags?” she asked.
“Yeah. It’s a complicated family,” I said.
“Well, at least you can join us for breakfast. Your father should be back from his exercise shortly,” she said.
We got off on our floor. “Have I really had diplomatic immunity all this time?”
She opened the door to the suite. “Oh, no, of course not, dear. You were stripped of it a year ago or so. Although, I’m not sure your father and I qualify anymore either since Maeve sent us away.”
I allowed myself a tired smile. “You lied?”
“Well, not really. It didn’t seem the time to speculate on the matter. Shall we order tea?”
I dropped onto the couch. “Yes. Tea would be nice, but first I need to make a phone call.”
She waved at the handset on the table as she went into bedroom. “I’m going to finish dressing. I won’t be long.”
I called Eagan’s house, but no one picked up. I wasn’t sure whether to be surprised or not. I dialed Briallen.
She picked up on the first ring. “Are you all right?”
“Yes. Did you hear what happened?” I asked.
“Manus and Tibbet are fine. The attackers were human with a few Dananns who are being billed as rogue agents. A few were captured, but they have no identification, and they’re not talking, of course.”
Tibbet was fine. That’s all I heard that I cared about. She hadn’t gotten killed because of me. “Thanks, Briallen. I’m with my parents, but I’m not staying long. I don’t want them in the middle of this.”
“That’s probably wise,” she said.
“Still don’t want to tell me what I need to know?” I asked.
“Connor, it’s not like that,” she said.
“Sure it is,” I said.
“Someday you will understand,” she said.
“Maybe. Until then, I don’t.” I hung up. Her refusal to explain the sword infuriated me.
Joe danced a sun ritual in the window. I watched his aerial display, the loops and turns that coaxed the sunlight into energizing his body essence. I was too tired to join him. Besides, standing naked in front of an unprotected window was not the best course of action for me right then.
“I’m going to leave before my mother comes back, Joe. Tell her I’ll call her later,” I said.
He finished the ritual and dropped to his feet. “But what about the tea?”
“I’ll have to take a rain check. Tell Ma I’ll call her later. And tell her thank you,” I said.
25
After retrieving the car again, I drove to Albany Street in the South End. This early in the morning, the traffic consisted of ambulances and staff from Boston City Hospital. I reached the Office of the City Medical Examiner and parked across the street. A police car drove toward me, siren lights off, and I waited a tense minute until it passed. I got out and hustled across the street.
The back door to the OCME was guarded by a retired police officer. He sat reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. I wore my sunglasses even though it wasn’t light out yet, but I didn’t want him to see my eyes. Janey Likesmith had told me enough stories about the animosity for the fey in her office. Since druids didn’t look fey, the officer was more likely to think I was a drug addict.
“Is Janey Likesmith here?” I asked him.
He took a slow sip off his coffee and reached for the phone without looking at me and jabbed an extension line. “Name?”
I hesitated. “Connor.”
I held my breath, worried that my common Irish name would set off alarms. Instead, the guard repeated it into the phone, pressed a buzzer that released the door lock, and I was in. I made way to the stairs and went down to the basement. Coming out of the stairwell, I was surprised to see Murdock waiting with Janey in the pool of light from her office.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, then wanted to kick myself for asking.
Murdock didn’t show any annoyance, though. “Keeping Janey company. What’s wrong?”
Granted I was showing up at a daybreak, but it rankled that people assumed something was wrong when they saw me. “Eagan’s house was attacked. I got out, but Shay was shot and killed.”
“Damn,” he said.
Janey put a hand on his sleeve. “Who was it?”
“Street kid. Always in the wrong place at the wrong time,” he said. His voice was flat, which meant he was upset. Murdock had introduced me to Shay. He had encouraged him to get off the street. Shay did, but that didn’t stop him from getting messed up with me.
“I needed someplace to lie low while I figure out where to go,” I said.
“And you picked the morgue,” Murdock said.
“I was actually going to call you for a ride back to the Tangle. I thought whoever attacked me wouldn’t expect me hiding out in a law-enforcement building,” I said.
“You were the focus of the attack?” he asked.
I started to answer, then closed my mouth. After what happened on the lawn, I had assumed the attack was against me. “I don’t know. There were bullets flying everywhere. It might have been Eagan. His guards were killed, and his Guild security agents were missing. That had to be macGoren’s doing.”
Murdock pursed his lips and looked at Janey. “Maybe you need to see something.”
I didn’t move. “There’s something else, Leo. Gerry was involved. He threatened me in front of my parents’ hotel less than thirty minutes ago. He admitted to killing Shay.”
Janey let out a small gasp. In the uncomfortable silence, Leo stared at the floor. A muscle along his jaw jumped.
“Let’s look at the evidence, Janey,” he said.
“Leo….” I said.
He gave me a cold hard stare. “I will deal with it, Connor.”
He walked into the office. Janey and I exchanged concerned glances before following him in. Her office had always been cramped, but now it looked like a storage room. Files and boxes were piled everywhere with little room for more than the three of us. While bodies were being recovered from the Guildhouse site, everything went through the OCME until the victims were identified. There were a lot of victims.
Janey handed Murdock a folder. He turned it toward me, flipping it open to the report on the elf with the arrow in his chest. He pointed to Keeva’s signature as the Guild liaison. Closing that report, he opened another, the dead Danann. The body hadn’t even gone to the OCME since he had been a Guild agent. Though it wasn’t any surprise since she had been on the scene, Keeva had authorized the transfer of the body.
Janey gave me a single sheet of paper, a request from the Guild for the body of the merrow, signed by Keeva. “This came in last night. The body hasn’t been processed out yet.”
I handed the sheet back. “I see what you’re getting at, but Keeva’
s the Community Liaison Director. Sign-offs like that are routine.”
“She’s signed off on only those cases since she returned,” said Janey.
“And unmarked vans have picked up the bodies. They won’t say where they’re taking them, and any follow-up has to go directly through Keeva,” Murdock said.
“Do you think she killed these people?” I asked.
Murdock made a curious face. “Either that, or she’s part of a cover-up. What do you think?”
Keeva and I had been partners for almost a decade. In that time, I had come to understand she could be efficient, ruthless, and single-minded in getting what she wanted. “I never saw her kill someone in cold blood. I’d be surprised.”
“She also spent several months at Tara,” Janey said.
I leaned back against the boxes. “I talked to Bastian. He says the victims were all agents working for him who were leaking information from the Guild. He basically said the Consortium didn’t kill them.”
“For undercover agents, things leak in both directions. Maybe they leaked too much in one direction,” Murdock said.
“Then it’s something about the waterfront. That’s where the bodies were. Since this mist wall went up, maybe that’s not a coincidence,” I said.
Murdock tapped the folder, straightening the papers inside. “Well, it’s out of my jurisdiction now. If what happened at Eagan’s was about you, you need bigger firepower than I can give you.”
“Bastian said the elf victim told him Eorla had a spy. Maybe because I’m close to her, they think I might know who it is,” I said.
“Sounds like Eorla’s your best bet then,” Murdock said.
Janey held out a small plastic envelope. “Any idea what this is?”
I held the envelope toward the light. Inside was what looked like a broken guitar chip, pale gray and translucent. “Is this from the merrow?”
Janey nodded. “I found it under one of her fingernails. It’s not a merrow scale that I’ve ever seen.”
“Eorla has a lot of tree fairies working for her. Can it be a skin cell?” I asked.
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