Blood Challenge wotl-7

by Eileen Wilks

  “Right.” Lily’s arm hurt way more than she thought it should. She felt like crap. She did her best to ignore it.

  “You going to take a pain pill? You look like you need one.”

  “Not yet. They make me sleepy. I need to stay awake.”

  “You also need to not keel over. I can’t help if you keel over.”

  “I’ll be okay. I didn’t know you were a pole dancer back in your young-and-wild days.”

  Cynna chuckled. “Hey, where I grew up, pole dancing was considered a great job, as long as you didn’t do it butt-naked. Butt-naked would be tacky, but as long as you had that G-string you were cool.”

  “Hmm.” Lily dug out her iPhone. “I guess you have that in common with Cullen, too. He wore a G-string when he was dancing for a living. Not that he considers ‘naked’ to have any connection to ‘tacky.’ ”

  “With a body like that, why would he? Besides, lupi don’t have the body issues we do.”

  “No kidding.” Lily couldn’t make notes, but she needed to make a record of the interview, so she used the “record” feature on her phone. “Interview with Mariah Friar on September twenty-fifth. Subject was cooperative when questioned about her previous report concerning the unexplained absence of her father, Robert Friar, four years ago. At the time in question, subject was sixteen and was living with her father, who was gone from their shared residence from March thirteenth until March thirty-first of that year. Subject was told of his planned departure the night before he left. She was not told where he was going or when he would return, which was contrary to Friar’s usual habit.

  “Subject received no explanation for this absence. Upon Friar’s return, subject questioned him about it. He became angry and she desisted. Subject arrived at these dates through reference to an old diary she kept at that time. She allowed me to look at it to confirm the dates, but she did not wish to release it to me.”

  “Can’t blame her for that,” Cynna said.

  Lily shot her a “hush” look. “Subject is convinced that, prior to this absence, her father did not possess significant magical abilities, and believes he was entirely unGifted. After his return, however, he possessed a shield or shields. Ah—due to the nature of subject’s Gift, Robert Friar’s new ability to shield was immediately apparent to her.” Lily had been careful not to mention the nature of Mariah’s Gift in official documents during her earlier investigation. She wasn’t sure if today’s oral notes would make it into an official report, but she wasn’t taking any chances.

  “Subject was unaware of the nature of Robert Friar’s magical abilities, if any, aside from the shield or shields,” she concluded. “When it was suggested that those abilities might include clairaudience, however, she remembered events from that period in her life which seemed to support this possibility.” Lily touched the “end” button and paused before putting her phone up. “Anything you can think of that I should add?”

  “Subject is one brave chick,” Cynna said promptly. “Subject’s father is one sicko bastard.”

  “True, but not appropriate for a report.” Lily bent to stuff her phone back in her purse’s outside pocket. Bending hurt her arm. Everything hurt her damned arm. The purse was a problem, too. She needed it, but she had to wear it over her good arm, which hampered her. She could try using a fanny pack, but aside from the ugly factor, they didn’t hold much. Like her gun.

  Not that she could shoot worth a damn left-handed. Maybe she should learn. “What else don’t I know about your wild and woolly youth?”

  “All sorts of things. Like the time Abel arrested me.”

  “Abel Karonski? He arrested you?”

  “Yes, and no, I’m not telling—not until you tell me about this Cody Beck dude you’re going to see after you talk to the task force dude.”

  “Why did you ask me that?” Lily demanded. “Who told you about Cody?”

  “I know all, see all—”

  “No, you don’t.”

  Cynna grinned. “Maybe not, but you made a point of telling Rule you’d be tipping Beck off personally. You didn’t tell him the name of the task force dude you’re meeting with, but you told him Beck’s name in such a careful, casual way. Then there was the way he looked at you when you told him, as if—”

  “That is deeply annoying.”

  “Yeah, but you still want to know why Abel arrested me, so talk. Who’s Beck?”

  “A good cop. And, yes, we had a thing years ago. But it’s the first part that counts.”

  “That was a ridiculously skinny spilling of the beans. Don’t think you’re getting away with it, but first tell me why you’re tipping Beck off when you’re also passing that fat file to Task Force Dude.”

  Lily drummed her fingers, hunting words for what was mostly a hunch, stringing together an assortment of conjectures.

  The meet she’d set up with the DEA component of the task force wasn’t hunch. She’d take Mark Burke to lunch and tell him about a tip she had from a reliable informant, and she’d give him a dossier on Friar and his chief lieutenants. Because once Lily learned what Arjenie’s sister could do, she’d thought of the new, untraceable date rape drug with a magical component. The drug they called Do Me.

  Friar was spending a lot of money setting up Humans First. The militia he’d co-opted, for example. Rule doubted they were working for free. Friar and his lieutenants did a lot of traveling, too. He had money, sure, but he was no Bill Gates. Maybe he needed deeper pockets. Maybe he got a kick out of selling Do Me to finance his operation.

  To rescue Dya, they needed a reason to search Friar’s properties. Suspicion of the manufacture and distribution of a banned substance would do the trick, but they needed evidence, something to take to a judge.

  Lily didn’t have that. She was on the multidepartmental task force coordinating the efforts of various agencies, but the actual investigating was done by the DEA and by local law enforcement … like the San Diego County Sheriff’s Office. Where Cody Beck was a deputy.

  “The longer you’re silent, the more you get my imagination going,” Cynna said. “Like maybe you don’t trust Task Force Dude.”

  “No, Burke seems like a good cop,” Lily said. “I think he’s committed to finding and stopping whoever’s making Do Me, but … I don’t know. He’s a careful sort, and he’s overworked, and I can’t give him a solid link between Friar and Do Me. That’s what I want him to find. I think he’ll check out my tip, but if he doesn’t find something pretty fast to hold his interest, it’ll go on the back burner.”

  “He’ll listen, but he’ll grain-of-salt it. Beck’s your backup plan because he’ll believe you.”

  “Pretty much, yeah.” She grinned suddenly. “Cody and I do have that history you’re so curious about. He’ll take what I say seriously.”

  “Speaking of history, tell me about—”

  “Just a sec.” Lily’s phone had beeped. That meant a text message, which she didn’t usually check immediately. But she didn’t object to an interruption right now, so she bent and retrieved her phone.

  It didn’t take long to read. “Son of a bitch.”

  “What?” Then Cynna’s phone dinged.

  “That will be a message from Croft,” Lily said. “Looks like Jeff made it in to see Croft okay. The MCD is operating under Code 300 until further notice.”

  THE next time Rule was summoned to Isen’s office, Cullen went with him. He’d just finished the charms they needed for tomorrow—and, being Cullen, he was curious.

  Benedict was already there, leaning over Arjenie’s shoulder. “Good,” he said. “Take a look.”

  Arjenie began explaining before Rule reached her. “I’ve been running searches of several databases using Friar’s name and those of his key people. Breck’s popped up because Paul Chittenden purchased it last year.”

  “Friar’s West Coast lieutenant.” Rule peered at the screen, which showed another invoice. This one showed that Breck’s Disposal had purchased a high-end security system last A
pril.

  “Now, Breck’s is a pretty small outfit.” She brought up another window, which showed a tax return. “They grossed a couple hundred thousand last year, and, as you can see, they actually had a net loss. So it seemed odd for them to buy such an expensive security system. It took some digging, but I found the address where that system was delivered.” The next window she clicked on showed an aerial map. “Right there.” She pointed at the red marker Googlemaps put at the address. “It’s a small house in the middle of nowhere. According to county records, that house is unoccupied … but it’s the only structure on the western edge of the mountain bordering Friar’s property. Or hill,” she added. “I don’t know if you call that a mountain or a hill.”

  “First clue,” Cullen said. “It’s in the mountains.”

  “That makes sense,” Arjenie said, “Only the elevation isn’t …” She glanced up at Benedict, who’d rested one hand on her shoulder. “And that’s not relevant.”

  No, it wasn’t. “Good find,” Rule said. “It looks like whatever Friar built under the guise of replacing his swimming pool, he’s got it wired against intruders.”

  “So it seems. Naturally, I wondered what Breck’s Disposal disposes of. Turns out it’s medical waste. And in the past year, they’ve particularly focused on disposing of unused portions of an intravenously administered MRI contrast agent that, until recently, was used to enhance images in MRI and MRA procedures.”

  He looked at her blankly.

  Patiently she said, “When the government began phasing out the use of gadolinium in MRI imaging agents, it also regulated the disposal of existing stocks of such solutions. That is the type of medical waste Breck’s has been handling lately.”

  Gadolinium. The key ingredient in … “Gado. The bastard is extracting the gadolinium and using it to make gado.”

  She nodded and pushed her glasses up. “Yes, I think he must be. The question is, why?”

  Rule’s eyebrows lifted. “Because gado renders us weak and unable to Change.”

  “I know that. But why does he need it? Um …” She looked at Benedict.

  He said it for her. “Why does he need gado if he’s got Dya to make potions for him?”

  Rule thought a moment, then said grimly, “Quantity.”

  Benedict got it immediately. “If Friar’s having Dya make the magical part of that Do Me drug the way Lily was talking about earlier, she probably can’t make a large amount of gado, too. Which brings up some interesting questions. Why does he want a large amount of it?”

  “And how much might he have?” Rule looked down at Arjenie. “How much gadolinum has he been able to access?”

  “I don’t know.” Her fingers sped over the keyboard again. “But I’ll see if I can find out.”

  THIRTY-SIX

  THERE were times when Rule wished his nadia wasn’t such a damnably stubborn woman.

  The two of them rode in the backseat of Isen’s seven-year-old Lincoln with Cullen in the middle—a seating arrangement that pleased none of them, but served a purpose. At least there was plenty of room. They’d taken the shiny behemoth today because it possessed useful modifications. Technically the glass was bullet-resistant rather than bulletproof, but it would stop a slug from almost any handgun and most rifles.

  Benedict was driving. Arjenie sat in the front seat beside him. Having her at the circle was far from ideal, but with their mate bond so freshly sealed there was little choice. Benedict had wanted her to remain in the car, using her Gift to go unnoticed, but the thick bulletproof glass interfered with her Gift too much.

  Not that she was in danger from the other clans, although this particular bonding would come as a shock. No, it was Friar who worried Benedict. He worried Rule. Lily, too, of course, for she wasn’t stupid. Just stubborn.

  Rule’s wolf liked riding in his father’s car. It smelled faintly of Isen and more strongly of his big brother and his nadia. Cullen’s scent was known and comforting; Arjenie’s was new, but so overlaid with Benedict’s that she seemed familiar already.

  Rule the man was less comfortable.

  When he had first called for the heirs’ circle, he’d asked Lily to attend. Her injury should have changed that, but Ybirra had agreed to the new location only on the condition that the Chosen would still be present. Lily had insisted she could easily—as she put it—stand around symbolically. Reluctantly, Rule had agreed.

  But the situation had changed again now that they knew about Friar’s clairaudience and his alliance with their great enemy. Lily herself said that while Friar might have had to change his plans when the potion dumped in Nokolai’s well didn’t work, that didn’t mean he didn’t have plans. Those might well center on today’s meeting.

  Yet there she sat between him and Cullen. Rule knew she was needed. Without her, Ybirra would withdraw and there would be no circle. They’d have to begin negotiations all over again.

  And in spite of that, this morning he’d tried to talk her out of it. He’d told her that her presence increased his danger. Normally he knew she could act swiftly, but she wasn’t normal now. If they were attacked, he’d be focused on her safety, not his own. She’d looked at him for a long moment, then leaned forward and kissed him lightly. “Good try,” she’d said. “Help me with this stupid sleeve, will you?”

  His stubborn love was currently speaking on her phone with Aaron Gray from the local FBI office. She’d had to hand off her open cases after she was shot. One had gone to Gray—a case involving the theft of gadolinum.

  Lily believed Friar was behind that theft. Proving it was the trick.

  Whatever Friar was planning, he meant to move on a large scale. Arjenie had made a rough estimate of how much gadolinum might have been extracted from the imaging solution. Add that to what Friar may have obtained through outright theft, and he had enough gadolinum to make upward of four hundred doses of gado.

  The problem was that gado had to be administered through injection. Neither oral nor topical application had any effect. Rule doubted that Friar planned to trap lupi one by one and inject them with gado, but administering it en masse was supposed to be impossible.

  But Friar had Dya. Was Arjenie’s sister capable of creating a potion that could make gado effective orally? Was that what Friar had tried dumping into Nokolai’s well?

  Lily had tried asking Arjenie those questions last night. Unfortunately, Arjenie didn’t know. According to Lily, Arjenie’s lack of knowledge was expressed with a great deal of technical thinking about the difference between potions and other magical agents, with a side excursion into her theory about why gado worked as it did. Lily had claimed it was the tech talk—“like mainlining Cullen,” she’d said—that had given her a headache.

  Since this headache had arrived after fourteen minutes of mindspeech, just like the last one, Rule thought otherwise. Actually, so did Lily, however much she might like to blame it on something else. Fourteen minutes was probably the limit for how long Lily could tolerate kinspeech.

  “All right,” Lily said. “Let me know.” She disconnected and grimaced. “Frustrating. I’m going to text him some of what I couldn’t say.”

  They didn’t know if Friar could Listen now that they’d left Clanhome. Probably not—Rule’s mantle should shut him out—but they were watching what they said anyway. That had made for a good deal of silence during the drive.

  Once they formed the circle, of course, they wouldn’t have to worry. That’s why Cullen was here. He would set the circle and act as Gatekeeper. This was usually done by the Rhej of the clan who called for the circle, but everyone knew the Nokolai Rhej was blind and didn’t leave Clanhome. They’d accepted Cullen as substitute—with some grumbling, but recognizing necessity. The circle might lack a Rhej to encourage good conduct, but there would be a Lady-touched present. Lily.

  Two Lady-touched, actually, but the others didn’t know about Arjenie. Rule was rather looking forward to their reaction to the news.

  Lily tapped away on her tex
t screen. Benedict slowed for the turn. Nearly there.

  One of the conditions Wythe had insisted on was that the circle be held out of doors. This was an old tradition, frequently set aside these days, but it wasn’t unreasonable. Wolves dislike small spaces. Meeting outdoors lessened the tension. After some discussion, the others had accepted Rule’s suggestion of Los Penasquitos Canyon Reserve.

  The Reserve was a crooked arm of wilderness reaching up into San Diego’s city boundaries. It was a great spot for a run in human form—even on four legs, now and then, if one slipped in after hours—and was popular with mountain bikers, horseback riders, and dog walkers. But they wouldn’t be meeting down in the canyon. They’d hold their circle on top of the mesa overlooking it. No one could sneak up on them on that flat, open stretch of grass dotted with the occasional sage or sumac. Especially with Benedict minding the perimeter.

  Plus a few others. Each Lu Nuncio was allowed to bring one guard to act as escort and to secure the circle from without. The exception was Etorri. Rather than one guard, Stephen had brought five. Etorri had been asked to secure the site, and had camped on the mesa last night. Secretly, of course, for the human world had rules against that sort of thing.

  There were several entrances to the canyon trails. They would use the one closest to the mesa. It meant a short trek through the parking lot of an apartment complex, followed by a hike up a steep trail. Normally, Lily would have had no trouble with that. Since she was far from normal, Rule had wrung one concession from her: she would allow him to carry her up the worst of it.

  “Benedict,” Arjenie said suddenly, “I’m pretty sure that someone’s following us. That white SUV has been behind us for the last mile at least, and they turned when you did.”

  Benedict nodded approvingly. “Yes, it has. I’m glad you’re paying attention.”

  “If you’re talking about the Hyundai,” Lily said, still tapping out her message, “that’s Scott, Rule’s Leidolf guard.”