Dominic Lorenzo looked haggard when he walked into the incident room at the Chestnut Street station. He studied Monty, Louis, and Burke before sagging into a chair. “Do you realize what we’ve stirred up? How many influential people have called to rattle the hospital administrators about my suitability to practice medicine?”
Burke sat down opposite Lorenzo and gave the man a fierce-friendly smile. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry too much about that, Doctor. Lakeside’s police commissioner has been dealing with similar calls about me and mine. I think the people complaining about you now will be singing a different tune very shortly.”
“Why?”
Burke’s smile became fiercer. “Benevolent ownership.”
“A necessary evil.”
“What about breeding farms? What about breeding girls with an eye to enhancing their ability to see prophecy? What about breeding them until the offspring are so sensitive they can’t survive without that benevolent ownership?”
Lorenzo stared at Burke. “That’s monstrous.”
Monty studied the doctor. “But it also confirms something you’ve begun to suspect, doesn’t it?”
Lorenzo opened his briefcase, pulled out a thick stack of papers, and didn’t reply for a minute. Finally, “The people who use these compounds and buy prophecies aren’t going to let that kind of information come to light. Breeding farms for those girls? None of those people would survive the firestorm of that kind of scandal.”
“Which is why I’m not planning to give the information to other humans,” Burke said. “I’m going to give it to the terra indigene.”
“Give what to the terra indigene?” Simon Wolfgard asked as he and Vlad Sanguinati walked into the room.
“We’ll get to that,” Burke said. “Lieutenant?”
“We’re reasonably sure we’ve found the city where the Controller’s estate and the compound are located,” Monty said, walking over to the map on one of the incident boards.
Can’t pass for human today, Monty thought, glancing at Simon and Vlad. Neither of them. There’s just too much predator showing through.
“What about you?” Simon said, looking at Lorenzo.
The doctor hesitated, then pulled out his own map and unfolded it. “I’ve talked to colleagues, acquaintances, and hospital administrators. I’ve marked the places where blood prophets have been given some medical care. I want to point out that most of the facilities who brought the girls in for treatment are known in their communities and are run openly.”
Simon and Vlad said nothing. They just looked at each map. Then Simon opened up another map and set it on the table next to Lorenzo’s.
“What have you marked?” Monty asked, noting the same towns that were marked on each map.
“Crows talk to the Crowgard,” Vlad said. “So they obliged when asked to look at human places. We made note of the places where humans shot them.”
“The towns where people shot the crows are the same towns we suspect of having compounds that hold cassandra sangue,” Monty said.
Simon nodded. “Your maps confirm the conclusions reached by the terra indigene in the Midwest.”
“Now what?” Burke asked.
“Now Lieutenant Montgomery, Dr. Lorenzo, and I will board the westbound train that leaves at two thirty this afternoon and meet up with the terra indigene who will settle things with the enemy.”
Lorenzo shot to his feet. “I’m not going anywhere!”
Simon and Vlad both smiled, showing their fangs.
“You’ll go because you’re a human bodywalker who is interested in blood prophets, and you’ll want to help the ones who survive,” Simon said.
“The ones who—”
“And the lieutenant will go because the police will want to talk to one of their own instead of the earth natives who will be present in that town,” Simon continued.
“And you?” Monty asked. “Why will you be going?”
“To keep a promise.”
Lorenzo shook his head. “No. It’s hard enough to have gathered this information, knowing what—”
“Have you heard about the other shipment of tainted meat?” Vlad asked. His voice was friendly; his eyes were dark ice. “Two delivery trucks full of the stuff. One had an odd accident and managed to tip over in such a way that the driver wasn’t hurt but the back door popped open. The driver got into the other vehicle and it drove off, leaving all that tempting meat just lying on the road. Funny thing about the Sanguinati. About all the terra indigene, but my people in particular. We recognize the blood prophets as not prey. The cassandra sangue are Namid’s creation, both wondrous and terrible. We don’t drink their blood. Other earth natives don’t eat their flesh. And we can recognize it even when it’s ground up and mixed with beef in an attempt to hide what it is.”
Louis groaned. Lorenzo sat down heavily. Monty braced his hands on the table, feeling sick. Burke stared at Simon and Vlad.
“Are you sure more girls were used to make that meat?” Burke asked.
“We’re sure,” Vlad said. He folded up the map Simon had brought and tucked it under his arm.
“Train leaves at two thirty,” Simon said. “If you want humans to have any say in what comes next, don’t be late.” He and Vlad walked out of the room.
Silence. Then Burke said, “Lieutenant? You and Dr. Lorenzo should go home and pack a bag. Doctor, Commander Gresh will drive you home and take you to the train station. Lieutenant, have Kowalski drive you. I’ll clean up here.” After a moment, he added quietly, “May Mikhos watch over all of us.”
Mikhos was the guardian spirit for police, firefighters, and medical personnel. Monty suspected his name would be invoked many times over the next few days.
Simon reached for the carryall but didn’t pick it up.
He didn’t want to go. It was important and necessary, and a few months ago, he’d gone to the Midwest Region to meet with leaders and had dumped Meg and Sam together with barely a second thought. Now he wouldn’t hear her voice for days, wouldn’t have the comfort of her scent. Now he would miss her.
He picked up the carryall, walked out of his apartment, got into the van, and looked at Vlad, who was driving him to the train station.
“You’ll keep an eye on everything?” he said.
“She’ll be fine, Simon,” Vlad replied. “Meg won’t come to harm while you’re away.”
He sighed. “How did things get so stirred up?”
“It’s not the first time. Won’t be the last. If the shifters and Sanguinati who live around humans can’t get things settled, the older forms of terra indigene and the Elementals will. They always do.” Vlad pulled up near the back door of the Liaison’s Office. “Go inside and say good-bye. Give her a hug.”
Simon hesitated. “That wouldn’t be too human?”
“No,” Vlad replied quietly. “That would be a friend in any skin.”
He went inside. Meg was in the sorting room turning the pages of the Lakeside News. But he didn’t think she was absorbing any images because when she saw him she looked preoccupied—and scared.
“It will be dangerous for you to be on a train now,” she said.
He cocked his head. “Are you sensing something?”
“Nothing. Maybe I’ve been drinking too much chamomile tea. Jane said the chamomile cookies have helped Skippy’s brain not to skip. Maybe the tea is blocking my ability to feel … something.”
“Or maybe there’s nothing to feel.” Had to get moving and get to the station. “Meg? Want a hug? It’s a friend thing to do when someone is leaving.”
When she nodded, he put his arms around her, pulling her against him. Her arms went around him and held on.
He breathed in the scent of her until Vlad said, <Simon? Time to go.>
He eased back and looked into her gray eyes. “Don’t cause too much trouble for Vlad and Henry.”
She sputtered. “I don’t cause trouble!”
That made him laugh. He walked out with her still sputtering. And the scent of her on his clothes was a comfort.
Monty’s phone rang.
He hesitated, almost let the answering machine pick up. But habit made him reach for the phone. “Hello?”
“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?” Elayne’s voice, tearful and strident.
“Did what?”
“You sabotaged Nicholas’s speaking engagements in Talulah Falls and Lakeside—that’s what you did!”
Monty rocked back on his heels. He couldn’t be hearing what he was hearing. “Elayne, have you paid any attention to what’s been happening in Talulah Falls? No one is getting in or out of there yet. And considering the problems they’re having and the trouble the Humans First and Last movement has already caused in Lakeside, it’s not surprising your boyfriend’s speaking engagements were canceled.”
“Because you didn’t want to be shown up for the jealous, small-time man you are!”
“Is Lizzy there?” He didn’t have time for this nonsense, but he’d like to hear his daughter’s voice.
“No, she is not here!”
More and more strident, which made Monty wonder if Elayne thought Nicholas Scratch was as wonderful as he’d first appeared to be.
“Elayne, I have to go.”
“By trying to ruin Nicholas, you’re also ruining Lizzy’s chance to have something better. You realize that, don’t you?”
He felt a pang in his heart, even if he didn’t believe for a minute that Scratch could offer Lizzy a better home than he could.
“I have to go,” he said again. As he hung up, he heard Elayne screaming, “What’s so important that you can’t give me a minute to talk about your daughter?”
His hand hovered over the phone. They wouldn’t have talked about Lizzy. Whenever Elayne claimed that she wanted to talk about their daughter, the conversation quickly became the list of what Elayne couldn’t have because of his inadequacies.
“What’s so important?” He repeated her words as he stared at the phone. “I have to go help the Others murder a town full of people.”