“Yes.”
“Oh, this is great!”
“See?” I stated as firmly as I could. “It’s not always a negative thing when this stuff happens. And remember, nobody was killed.”
“This time.”
“Which means something, right?”
“Yeah,” she replied. “I guess it does. Thanks, Ian. I owe you one.”
Now that was rare.
“No problem,” I answered. “I have to run to a meeting now.”
We disconnected and I walked into the meeting with the Directors.
They were all waiting for me, but I couldn’t really see them. Well, I saw wisps of them mostly, though sometimes I’d catch a full visual. But it never lasted. It would fade from memory super fast. That’s the way it was with these guys, though. It was meant as some form of protection for them, I suppose.
On the left was Silver, the head of the Vegas Vampires. Next was Zack, leader of the Vegas Werewolf pack. O was the mage who controlled the Crimson Focus Mages in Vegas. Finally, EQK ran the Vegas Pixies.
“Are we correct in understanding that everything is under control?” asked O.
“Yes, sir,” I replied as I took my seat in front of them. I felt like I was giving testimony at a political investigation. “The Spin is currently working with the Djinn Ink Club to assuage fears, too. They’re going to use this as a way of showing what kind of fun people can have if they visit the club.”
“But won’t that mean people will be exposed to the fact that the djinn are supernatural?” said Silver.
“I’m sure Paula will spin it in such a way as to make it seem like just a magic trick of some sort.”
“Like hypnosis,” Zack stated. “It’s a good idea.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Pixies can’t be hypnotized, you know,” EQK announced. “Our brains are far more advanced than your Neanderthal-like clumps of goop.”
“Anyway, Mr. Dex,” O said before EQK could get started on one of his insulting rampages, “we have some information for you that is going to be unsettling.”
I didn’t like the sound of that.
“Sir?” I said.
“Now, you must understand that we are with you one hundred percent here,” O said before revealing the news.
“Thanks.”
“And you must also know that—”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” EQK blurted, “you’re slower than a snail with an erection.”
I saw a flash of O as he leaned forward. “Excuse me?”
“You’re excused,” EQK said sincerely. “Dex, your ex-partner was kidnapped.”
I stood up. “Rachel?”
“Do you have another ex-partner that we don’t know about?” asked EQK with a smattering of sarcasm. “Of course it’s Rachel, you walnut.”
“Where is she?” I said, my pulse rising. “Has she been hurt?”
“London PPD says that they received a note that she was taken and that they would be given instructions in a few days as to what their demands are,” explained Zack. “If the demands are met, she’ll be released.”
My mind was racing. I couldn’t just sit idly by while Rachel was in trouble. Yes, she was the one who’d made the decision to leave the Vegas PPD and, yes, she said that she could no longer be around me…but she’d been my partner for seven years! She meant more to me than anyone I knew, and my team was like a family to me, so that was really saying something.
“I’m going,” I said.
“We fully expected that,” Silver replied. “We also know that the rest of your team will want to join you, but we obviously can’t allow that. Therefore, you must choose who will be your replacement while you’re gone.”
“Officer Benchley,” I answered without hesitation.
“Fine.”
I made for the door.
“Mr. Dex,” O said before I could leave, “please know that we are fully behind you, whatever you need to do here. We all understand what it means to have a partner in trouble.”
“I don’t,” stated EQK.
Silver groaned. “You’re a real asshole, EQK, you know that?”
“Thanks, Silver,” EQK said genuinely. “That means a lot to me. I think you’re an asshole, too.”
Silver groaned again.
Chapter 5
I had Lydia call everyone to the meeting room. This was not going to be a fun one. I knew that everyone was going to want to join me on this mission, but it couldn’t be done and they had to deal with that.
“Listen up,” I said as they all sat down. “I just got word that Rachel has been kidnapped in London.”
“What?” growled Felicia, her eyes going instantly red.
I put my hands up. “I know that all of you feel the same way I do about this, and I’m sure every one of you wants to go and help, but you have to realize that you must stay here and protect this city.”
Their faces were ones of sheer determination. I got that. I felt it, too.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I said before anyone could start to argue. “Griff is going to be in charge while I’m gone.”
“Wait, you’re going?” snapped Serena. “Why are you going and the rest of us have to stay?”
“Because Rachel was my partner, Serena.” I’d said it more harshly than I probably should have. I took a breath. “Sorry. She was my partner. If we were talking about Chuck being kidnapped, Griff would be going. If it was Felicia who had been taken, Jasmine would be heading out the door.” I looked from face to face. “That’s not the case here. Rachel was the one taken and so I’m the one going.”
Everyone looked irritated at this, but they also seemed to get the point.
“Again,” I continued, “I’m leaving Griff in charge of the precinct while I’m gone.” I turned to him. “Hopefully things will be standard run-of-the-mill stuff, but if anything bad turns up, just do whatever you think I’d do.” Then I sighed. “Shit, you already know that. Hell, you’re probably still more qualified than me to have this position, Griff.”
“I will uphold the position faithfully,” he said in his posh way. “I shall even attend to any meetings that the Directors wish to convene.”
“Yeah,” I said, shaking my head. “Good luck with that.”
Chuck sat up. “Are you bringing any of us with you?”
“Harvey,” I said, pointing at my partner. I’d just assumed he’d want to go, but the fact was that he was still a rookie. Putting him in this position this early in his career was probably a bit unfair. “Assuming you’re okay with going, Harvey?”
“To London?” he asked with a huge grin. “Hell, yeah. I’ve always wanted to go there. It’s where Sherlock Holmes did all of his sleuthing, you know?”
I squeezed my eyebrows together. “Yeah, okay.”
“Wait a second here,” said Felicia. “No offense to Harvey, but he’s still pretty green. He’s got no idea how to—”
“I know what you’re going to say, Felicia,” I interrupted before she could instill fear into my new partner, “but Harvey’s been doing just fine by my side over these last couple of months. We have a rapport and he knows what I expect from him.” That wasn’t really true at all. Frankly, Harvey was rather trying at times, but I needed to keep everyone else here doing their jobs. “Plus, I’m sure I’ll be provided with one or two seasoned officers from the London PPD. They know more about their city than we do, right?”
Felicia looked away.
“Again, guys, I know how all of you feel about Rachel, but this is how it’s going to be.” I glanced at them all. “Are we clear?”
Like a bunch of school kids who were just told that they had to write a “What I did on my summer vacation” paper, they grumbled their reply.
“I promise to keep Lydia informed,” I added, “and she’ll keep everyone else up to date on what’s happening.”
Nobody said a word for the next few moments, though Harvey looked more excited than concerned.
He was
nearly beaming.
I couldn’t quite blame him since this was going to be an adventure, of sorts. From his perspective, anyway. The fact was that he didn’t know Rachel all that well, so he wasn’t as emotionally charged as the rest of the group.
“Right,” I said finally. “Harvey and I are going to head out now. Griff, keep everyone in line while I’m gone.”
“I shall.”
“Good luck, Chief,” said Chuck.
“Yeah,” agreed the rest of the crew.
“You have enough ammo?” asked Turbo before I turned toward the door. “I can line your jackets, if you want?”
“Actually,” I said, checking my reserves, “that would be good. Line Harvey’s too, please?”
Turbo flew like a shot from the room, calling, “You got it,” over his shoulder.
The crew split up and Harvey and I headed to my office.
“Lydia,” I said aloud, “please hook us up with a direct portal to the London PPD precinct where Rachel works.”
“You’ll have to go through the Netherworld system, honey,” she explained. “It’s just a brief jump point, though. Shouldn’t take but a few minutes.”
“Fine,” I said with a sigh.
“Turbo said that he has your ammunition ready,” Lydia stated. “Promise me you’ll be careful, puddin’?”
“I’ll try, Lydia,” I answered. “I’ll try.”
Harvey grimaced and looked up at the ceiling.
“I’m going too, Lydia,” he said, sounding hurt. “Don’t you care if I’m going to be careful or not?”
“Actually, Harvey,” Lydia said slightly less pedantically than she sounded with the other officers, “I do hope you’re careful, too. I think you’re humorous.”
“Yeah?” he said, all smiles. “Thanks, Lydia. I think you’re a lot of fun, too.”
“Really?”
“Heck yeah. You’re much cooler than Siri, I can tell you that!”
“Aw shucks,” Lydia said with a digital giggle. “You’re too kind.”
Chapter 6
We reached the Netherworld portal at the main PPD station house. This was where all officers started their processing and training.
You’d think it would be some incredible digital world with floating screens and cops all dressed in plain suits. It wasn’t. It was a lot more like the regular police stations you saw in the Overworld. There were desks all over the place, and they were covered in paperwork and coffee stains. Regular cops wore standard green outfits, detectives had on the shirt and tie, but nothing that marked them as fashionistas. The Retrievers all went with that Piper and Reaper look, meaning they wore trench coats, hats, and anything else you could think of that fit the clandestine visual.
The place was bouncing with activity. Djinn were being processed everywhere.
I tried to seek out the one who had been messing with me and Harvey, but being covered from head to toe with tattoos made everyone look pretty similar to each other. I was sure if I could catch a direct glance into his eyes, I’d recognize him, but it wasn’t worth the effort. Piper had nabbed him, so he’d be back in jail in no time.
“This place is great,” Harvey said in a voice of awe. “It looks like an episode of Barney Miller, but with a lot more desks.”
I wasn’t familiar with the show. I just shrugged and turned my attention back to the portal so we could get ourselves to London.
“Lydia,” I said through the connector, knowing that relays would allow me to fully communicate with her, “do you know the code for getting me into the London PPD from here?”
“Seven-seven-three-nine-four,” she replied. “Just so you know, honeycakes, that won’t take you directly to the precinct. It will drop you at St. Martin-in-the-Fields.”
“We’re going to be in the middle of a field?” I asked while entering in the code.
“It’s a church, silly,” she giggled. “You’ll end up in a null zone near the exit. Nobody will notice you.”
“Got it,” I said, but I hesitated again. “So where is their PPD?”
“It’s in the National Gallery, across the way from the church.”
“Walking distance?”
“Yes.”
“Thanks, baby,” I said.
Just as I was about to hit the button, I looked over and saw that Harvey was not standing with me. A quick scan put him about halfway down the row of desks. He was talking with someone I couldn’t see.
“Damn it,” I said as I strode after him.
When I got there, I saw he was speaking with Reaper.
“Hey, Chief,” Harvey said excitedly. “I was just thanking Reaper here for fixing my leg earlier. Worked like a charm, you know?”
“Officer Dex,” Reaper said with a nod.
“Reaper,” I replied in kind. “Sorry for the interruption.”
“It’s not a problem. I rarely have the opportunity to speak with people who live topside. Well, at least not people who are living there legally. When I was still in the Order, I was only able to speak with them after they’d expired.”
“Ah,” I said, checking my watch. “Well, you should come up for a beer sometime, then.”
He inclined his head. “That would be nice.”
“Cool. Harvey, we have to go. Rachel, remember?”
“Are you speaking of Rachel Cress?” said Reaper before we could leave.
I paused.
“Yes. Do you know something?”
“It’s a bit fuzzy,” Reaper answered, glancing down, “but now and then I get visions. They’re brief and fleeting, but sometimes they give me enough information to be infuriating.” He sighed. “It’s all part of my punishment, I suppose.”
“Right,” I said. “Sorry about that. But if you have anything you can give me to go on, I’m all ears.”
He nodded and took a deep breath. Then he closed those glowing eyes of his and put his hands on his desk, palms down. Static filled the air. Harvey and I looked at each other. He was about to say something, but I held my index finger up to my mouth to indicate that he should remain silent.
Finally, Reaper gasped and let out a long breath.
“Werewolves,” he said raggedly. “She’s been taken by werewolves.”
That was better than vampires, at least. Unless, of course, the werewolves were planning on having her for dinner. Visions of Rachel à la mode came to mind.
I felt my stomach churn at the thought.
“Any idea where?”
He shook his head.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “Better than nothing.”
“I can tell you that one of the werewolves is…” He trailed off. Then he looked up at me with his glowing eyes. “I don’t know exactly. It’s just a feeling that he’s…different.”
“You mean like he digs dudes or something?” I ventured.
If you’ve never seen a glowy-eyed reaper furrow his or her brow, you’ve missed out. It was like a unibrow, but with lights.
“I meant that he’s unique,” Reaper explained after a moment. “Powerful. Angry. Defiant.”
“Sounds like every werewolf I’ve ever met,” I stated. “At least when they’re in werewolf mode.”
Reaper nodded. “That’s the thing. I sense that he is perpetually in a state between werewolf form and human form, but…” He stopped again and shook his head. “I don’t know. I will say that you’d better be careful or my Order will be fetching you to the other side.”
“Swell.” It was my turn to sigh. “Okay, well, thanks for the info, Reaper. We’d better be on our way.” I then glanced around. “Where’s Piper?”
“Down in Processing. I’ll tell her you stopped by.”
He then got back to work on his papers as I dragged Harvey back to the portal.
“Can you please stick with me and not wander off?” I scolded irritably. “We’ve got to get to Rachel and I can’t be worried about you getting lost.”
“Sorry, Chief. I just wanted to thank Reaper
again, you know? Plus, we got some good intel from him, right?”
I entered the number again, verified that it said we’d be heading to St. Martin-in-the-Fields, gave Harvey a reluctant nod, and hit the button.
Chapter 7
The church was beautiful inside. The dark pews were offset by ivory columns that connected to a domed ceiling. It was covered in gold etchings. Chandeliers hung from chains, taking the eye all the way to the large arched window that sat behind the pulpit.
Some churches went over the top with their ornate designs, but this one just looked elegant.
I wasn’t a church-going guy or anything, but I liked the style of this place.
“Let’s go,” I said, making sure nobody was looking at the null zone area we were in.
We stepped out into the daylight. I’d nearly forgotten about time zones. That would take some getting used to. For all I knew, the PPD here was more on the nightshift like we were in Vegas. That would mean there’d be nothing but a skeleton crew on duty at this time of day. Either way, we had to find them.
“That’s a big building,” Harvey said as we walked toward the entrance of the National Gallery. “It’s like they crammed a bunch of stuff into as little a spot as they could.”
“Well, it’s not like England is anywhere near the size of the United States,” I noted. “Still, we pack a lot of our museums into D.C. and that’s a lot smaller than London.”
“Yep.”
We headed up the main steps and walked inside.
This place was majorly decked out. There were paintings everywhere, sure, but the architecture was stunning. Details ran along the walls and ceilings. Bas-relief, etchings, inlays, columns…you name it, this place had it. Even the designs on the floors were gorgeous. This place had to have taken forever to build.
A cute blonde in a gray dress approached us.
“Hello,” she said in a sweet voice that only served to accentuate her wonderful accent. “Are you from out of town?”
That was one of the oldest pickup lines in the book. If a guy had tried that in this day and age, he would get a response that consisted of a scoff and the rolling of eyes. But I was a guy, and she was quite attractive, and her accent caused a tingle in my jibbles, so I was more than happy to let it slide.
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