by Kim Harrison
Beside me, Ford swallowed hard, feeling everyone’s emotions and having a hard time separating himself. He was better than a truth amulet, but something was shifting, and I gripped my gun, setting my free hand casually around my cup. “Mia, let me tell them you are ready to cooperate,” I tried again. I didn’t want to shoot her unless I had to. “The captain of the FIB knows you’re sorry.” Liar, liar. “He knows the lengths to which Ms. Walker will go to gain custody of Holly.” Pants on fire. “He’s angry about what happened to his son, but if you come in, as a sign of trust, he will look past it. We can keep you and Holly together.”
Remus bent over his wife, hissing in her ear, “They lie to get what they want, then tell you you’re a liar when you ask for it. I won’t have my daughter pushed from foster home to foster home, sleeping on stained mattresses and beat up for not having a real mom or dad.”
I doubted that would happen with Holly, and Mia reached up and touched his hand. “Remus, love,” she said, eyes on mine. “I’m not turning us in. I’m finding out if the FIB is taking me seriously. She warned them, and if they come, I’ll know their answer.”
Oh. Shit. Heart pounding, I dropped my hand below the top of the table and gripped my gun with both hands. Show of lethal force or not, if you twitch, I’ll down you both. “Think about it, Mia…You broke the law. You either live by society’s punishments or live outside it in the abandoned stretches, off scraps. You said you made this city. You’re really going to leave it? Killing me won’t help you. It will tick them off.”
Ford stood, and Remus tensed, held in check by Mia’s hand on his, atop her shoulder. “You told me you weren’t going to hurt anyone,” the psychiatrist said. “I believed you.”
Mia jiggled Holly as she fussed. “At the time, I thought the FIB was smarter than that. Clearly the FIB won’t listen until scores of them are dead. But they will listen. The witch is shunned, dross I can kill with impunity.”
She’s nuts! She is freaking insane! Behind me, I felt Pierce turn. It was the eeriest thing I’d ever felt, but I swear, I felt him turn. In an instant, Jenks was before me, shedding hot sparkles. “I wouldn’t say impunity,” the pixy said, blade pointing at her.
“I’m of a mind to agree with the pixy,” Pierce said from behind me.
I watched Remus assess them, but it was Mia who said, “What the devil are you? You don’t even have an aura!”
“So I’ve been told, and if you’re powerful smart, you’ll pull foot and not look back.”
Holly started to whimper, and Mia jiggled her, gaze rising up to Remus. Behind me, I heard the clatter of boots and the jingle of the door as someone left. They were going voluntarily now, and the place was almost empty. I turned to the counter. Junior was there, staring, frightened. “Call the I.S.,” I mouthed. This was too much for the FIB. No way.
Remus saw, and in a bellow of rage, he ran at Junior.
I bolted upright, gun tracking Remus, but I didn’t have a clear shot. Ford dropped, staying out of the way. A woman gasped and ducked under her table.
Junior’s eyes widened at Remus. Shouting a word of Latin, made strong in his fear, he set a circle. Remus ran right into it as he tried to jump over the counter. Blood spurted from his nose as he fell back, bellowing as he hit the floor. Pierce grabbed his arm, and Remus smacked him with an unfocused blow that sent him reeling. Catching his balance, the small man licked his thumb and fell into a boxer’s stance. He was going to get himself killed. Again.
“Git the blood out of your eyes and stand so I can row you up salt river,” Pierce said, then made a face at me to get on with it. Jenks, too, was shrilling at me to shoot him. But it was too late. I couldn’t hit one without hitting the other.
“Don’t kill him, Remus,” Mia was saying calmly. “I think I know the little man.”
“Back up, Rache!” Jenks exclaimed, darting from one end of the shop to the other. “Before she starts sucking on you!”
And Al was laughing, almost choking on his grande latte as he clapped.
A chair scraped as Mia stood. The scent of cold cement and mold flowed from her and Holly. I backed up. My hand had crept up to my throat, as if I could feel cold fingers there. “Killing me isn’t going to stop the FIB, Mia,” I said, thinking this was a great time to be having a flashback to Kisten’s killer.
Mia stood, the table between us, Holly holding tight to her as the baby howled. Behind me, Pierce grunted as he took a blow, and something crashed. “You’re mistaken,” she said, eyes on me, not the fight behind me. “Killing you will stop everything. Remus, quit playing with that dead man and hold the witch down. Holly is hungry.”
Oh my God. That’s why she hadn’t touched me yet.
There was a thump and Pierce groaned again. I turned to see Pierce slumped against the wall among the remnants of a table. Grinning, Remus came at me with grasping hands. I shoved a chair aside for some room and kicked off my heels. Pissed, I swung the barrel up, and at the bottom of an exhale, I pulled the trigger.
“No!” Mia shouted, but the little blue plastic ball hit him square in the chest. Potion soaked his shirt and splashed up to his neck—and the man dropped. I danced back as he fell into the table, and from there to the floor. Coffee went everywhere. Thank you, God. Now for Mrs. Bitch.
The door jingled, and I turned. “Damn it!” I shouted as Mia’s silhouette raced past the window. Ford was tight behind her. What in hell was he doing? “Pierce? Jenks?”
Pierce was getting up, shaking his head from Remus’s blow. Jenks hovered over him, dusting heavily to stop the cut on his head.
“Jenks, stay put. Tell them to bring some salt water. I’m downing her.”
“Rache! Wait!”
He couldn’t come with me. My arm hit the door, and it crashed open. I raced after them in my feet, bare but for nylons, and my splat gun in my grip. To the left, a fast patter of heels drew my attention. I took a deep breath and ran through the snowy parking lot. In an instant, I’d passed the cars and was on the sidewalk.
The cold cement numbed my feet, and I ran faster. My breath puffed out, and my body fell into a rhythm I could keep up for an hour. My slit dress hiked up as I ran, and I was glad my stupidity in choosing fashion over functionality had stopped at my shoes. Ahead, the smallest movement in the light a block up told me where they’d gone. God, how had she gotten ahead so fast?
A toddler wailed, the odd cadence telling me she was being held in the arms of someone running. I couldn’t help but gain on them. Ford’s silhouette was clear in the light for an instant. Then they were past the light, and they were gone.
I gripped my splat gun as I followed, slowing so I didn’t run into them. Coming to a stop under the light, I listened. It was dark in all directions. New Year’s celebrations were going on all over the city, but here, on the outskirts of an old industrial park, it was dark.
A baby cried, and I heard the crack of cold metal.
Heart pounding, I spun. “Ford?” I called. He didn’t answer, and I jogged to the end of the street. A small cement hut surrounded by a chain-link fence was the only logical option. Though the chain-link door was shut, I could see in the snow the track it had made when it opened. Footprints marked the otherwise-pristine snow.
Slower yet, I approached, my feet hurting from the cold. “Ford?” I whispered, then edged into the tiny fenced yard. It was no bigger than a dog run, and I guessed this was a switching house for the city’s electric or phone lines.
But the small room was empty when I stood on tiptoe and looked in the high window, my fingertips numb from the cold. Two sets of prints had tracked in the snow. I licked my lips. Going in alone was really stupid. I looked back toward the coffeehouse. No FIB. No I.S.
I couldn’t wait. “Dumb,” I said as I started to remove my coat, then, shivering, hiked up my dress and stripped off my nylons instead, hanging them over the tall fence for them to find and know where I’d gone. “Dumb. You are a dumb witch,” I muttered, and, shivering, I pushed the heavy
metal door open and went in.
Thirty
The smell of damp stone hit me, and I recognized the scent that had been coming off Mia and Remus tonight. They’d been here before, and I moved quickly to the conventional steel door at the back of the empty room. The doorjamb had been broken from the inside, and feeling this was really wrong, I pulled it open to see a staircase going down.
“Down,” I muttered as I hiked my dress up. “Why is it always down?” Gun in hand, I felt the rough cement walls as I descended. There was a bare bulb glowing, showing that the way was straight and even. Wires ran along the sloping ceiling, as if put in after the building was constructed. My steps were silent because I was barefoot, and my feet were numb on the old but unworn cement. It stank like mold and dust.
People were talking, their voices unclear but echoing. I heard a small, feminine gasp, and then Ford shouted, “Mia! It’s just me. It’s okay. I’m trying to help you. You have to come in, but I promise I won’t let them take Holly from you.”
“I don’t need your help,” Mia said tightly. “I never should have wished for love. How do you live like this? He’s dead. That witch killed Remus!”
“He’s not dead, Mia,” Ford said. “It was a sleeping charm.”
“Not dead?” Mia said.
It was a pain-filled whisper, and thinking Mia was ready to break, I ghosted down the rest of the stairs. The light from the bulb in the stairway was overpowered by the shifting beam of a high-powered flashlight. Slowing, I crept to the end of the stairway, and with my hands on my splat gun, I peeked around the archway.
The echoing room was huge, stretching fifteen feet high at least, with beautiful vaulted ceilings. Mia was standing in the middle with a lantern-like flashlight in her grip—Ford was before her with his back to me. I think he sensed my emotions, but he didn’t turn.
Behind Mia was a sunken tunnel stretching in two directions. It looked like a subway tube, but there were no rails or tracks. There was no electricity, no benches, no graffiti. There was nothing but empty walls and forgotten bits of trash smelling of dust.
Mia’s face was proud and determined in the light reflecting off the walls as she tried to soothe the toddler, to no avail since she was upset herself. She hadn’t had the lantern in the coffee shop. It must have been in the little room upstairs. And it suddenly hit me that this was how Mia and Remus had been getting around, moving under the city to evade the FIB and the I.S. I hadn’t even known the tunnels existed, but Mia had probably witnessed their construction.
Mia’s eyes flicked to mine, and discovered by my emotions, I stepped out. “Remus is fine, Mia. You have to turn yourself in.”
“No I don’t,” she said, the defiant pride in her voice telling me she wasn’t giving up. Ever. “This is my city.”
I shook my head. “Things are different.” I slowly moved forward. It was frigid down here, and I shivered, edging closer yet. Almost close enough to make the splat ball gun a sure thing. “If you don’t come in, the FIB will bring everything against you. I know they look stupid, but they aren’t. Without a show of goodwill, Ms. Walker will leave with Holly.” I stopped when Mia’s chin lifted. “Mia, I swear I will do everything I can to keep Walker from taking her, but you have to help me.”
Mia shook her head and backed up. The light in her hand swung wildly over the cold walls, and Holly started to cry. “Remus is right. I’m going back to the old ways. They’ve kept me alive for hundreds of years. Give me Remus, and leave me and my child alone, or there will be more deaths. You’ve been warned.”
Turning her back on us, Mia headed for the black arch of the tunnel.
My gun swung up, and Ford got in my way. “Mia!” he exclaimed as I tried to edge around him for a clear shot. “Think about your future.”
“My future?” The words were a cold, imperialistic bark, and she stopped at the edge of the three-foot drop. “You are children! You are all children! I saw the birth of this city, when she was a wallowing hole that pigs ran through heedlessly. I helped her grow by removing the people who would keep her ignorant and small. This is my city. I built her. How dare you think to put your laws and rules on me and lecture me about the future! I’m not running away. Tell Captain Edden that if the FIB follows me, his son will be in a casket, not a hospital bed. You,” she said, child on one hip and light in her hand, “are nothing. Animals to be culled and sucked dry. I am still living among pigs.”
I had my gun aimed at her, but I’d have to hit her face for it to do any good with her wearing that heavy winter coat.
“Mia,” Ford said in his best psychologist voice, “I’m not as old as you are, but I’ve lived more heartache and joy than you can comprehend. Don’t do this. Love is worth the trial. It’s what defines us. Nothing can stain your love for Holly. And you do love her. It is as clear as your voice. Isn’t that purity worth some pain? Don’t risk losing that from pride!”
From behind me in the stairway came the soft scuffing of shoes. Adrenaline surged, but I couldn’t take my eyes from Mia. I’d give anything for Edden or Glenn right about now. Mia’s eyes tracked behind me, and her face grew even more determined as I heard the presence of only one person, not the ten I wanted.
“The Turn take it, Morgan, you are worse than my mother,” a masculine voice mocked. “Always showing up at the wrong place at the wrong time to mess up my day.”
I spun around. I couldn’t help it. “Tom!” I exclaimed, backing up and not knowing who to point my gun at anymore. “Get out of here. Mia is my tag!”
Mia’s brow furrowed. Dropping my nylons, Tom came even with Ford, his bandaged hand out in warning to me and pointing his wand at the banshee, looking like a bad actor in a fantasy flick. His expression was far too condescending for him to get out of this alive. “You can have her,” he said. “All I want is the baby.”
Mia’s face went white, and my jaw dropped as it all came together. He wasn’t trying to bring in Mia. He was working for The Walker. He was a freaking baby snatcher. He hadn’t been spying on me when I kept finding him at crime scenes; I’d been messing up his takes.
My face burned, and I shifted the aim of my weapon to him. Slime. And how is the FIB going to find me now? “What do you think you are doing?” I said, but it was obvious. “You can’t touch Holly, and Mia sure as hell isn’t going to help you.”
“Unlike you, Morgan, I don’t mind a little smut on my soul,” he said grimly, his brow furrowing to tell me that whatever was in his wand wasn’t legal—not to mention nasty enough that it bothered him. “Ms. Harbor is going to walk up those stairs and hand that kid to whoever I say.” He smiled an ugly smile at the angry woman, standing with her heel at the edge of the drop-off.
“And you walk away with a pocketful of change, huh?” I said, backing up to better get him in my sights. “Subjection spells are nasty, Tom. Did you take the tongue out of the goat yourself, or did you pay someone to do it?”
Tom’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t move. “What’s it going to be, Mia?” he said. “Either walk up those stairs on your own, or you do it charmed.”
“Bloody hell witch,” she cursed, her head lowered to eye him from under her hair. It was the look of a predator, her eyes black and her muscles tense. Mia let Holly slide from her, and I retreated—getting out of the way; Ford was doing the same. “You won’t have her,” Mia said, setting her lantern down as well. Hands free, she stepped forward. “I earned this child with blood and death.”
Oh, this isn’t looking good… Oblivious, Holly patted the floor where the light fell, fascinated with the shadow her chubby hand made and trying to catch it. Getting to her knees, she started crawling, chasing the echoes. I eyed the drop-off. It was far too close for my comfort. “Mia…,” I warned, but she wasn’t listening.
Mia’s eyes had narrowed and her stance shifted. Pulling herself up tall, she became a wronged goddess, her face beautiful and calm, savage and without pity. She was a queen, a giver of life and death, and her eyes shone like black c
oals. Oh, she was pissed.
“Tom, look out!” I shouted as Mia leapt at him, her hands bent like ugly claws.
Tom panicked, and Mia easily knocked the wand from him. It skittered to the base of the stairs. “You will all die to feed my child,” she said, looking small as she stood in front of him. “And I will weep tears to suck your life for all of eternity.”
“Mia! Stop!” I shouted, my gun pointed at her. “I won’t let you kill him. I’m not going to let him take your baby either. Just stop. Back off and we can find a way. I promise!”
Mia hesitated, either considering it or trying to think of a way to kill us all at once.
“I mean it, Mia,” I intoned, and her grip on Tom trembled. A bead of sweat rolled down his face. He understood how close he was to death, not knowing if I’d really bother to save his sorry ass or not. I honestly didn’t know why I cared.
Holly squealed in delight, and my eyes darted to her. Fear pulsed through me, and I almost jerked into a run. Oblivious to the anger of the adults, immune to it because of her history, the child was contentedly playing in the shifting light, wobbling on her feet and entranced as she reached for the shadows we were making on the curved wall of the tunnel. She was at the edge of the drop-off. Teetering, she cooed, and Mia’s face was riven with indecision. If she moved, Tom would run for his wand. If she didn’t, her baby would fall.
“Ford! No!” I shouted as he lunged for the little girl in her pink snowsuit.
“Got you,” he exhaled as she tipped into a fall and he pulled her back at the last instant. The two of them landed against the cold floor with a puff of Ford’s breath. Holly thumped into his chest, safe. But Ford was holding her.
“Oh God…Ford,” I breathed as the little girl peered up at him and smiled that same smile she had given me—right before she pulled my aura away and ate my soul. I couldn’t move. If I did, Mia would kill us all.
Holly’s chubby hand reached up and patted Ford’s face. Ford gasped in pain. Mia’s eyes narrowed in satisfaction. My anger burned, and I tightened my grip on my gun. Damn it, I didn’t know who to shoot. Maybe the girl, and throat tight, I swung my gun to her.