We still hadn’t been spotted and to everyone’s credit, we all stayed low and silent. Did my best to assess the scene. Got nothing, other than the feeling that Kozlow and Nerida were waiting for something. Us, probably.
Made the “stay put” hand signal that hopefully was clear to the guys. Then I stood up.
“Interesting setup,” I said as I walked fully into this section. “I’d like to request “(Don’t Fear) The Reaper” by Blue ?yster Cult. If you’re cool enough to have that tune, I mean.”
Kozlow shot me the “really?” look. Nerida went for derisive. “As if we’d give you anything you want?” Yeah, she said it derisively, too.
This was fine with me. I needed my rage going, and someone being a jerk while holding my friends hostage was a big help. Looked around the room. My Glock was in my hand and I was prepped for a sneak attack. Didn’t see where Mossy might be. Also didn’t spot the guys with me. Hoped that meant Nerida and Kozlow hadn’t spotted them, either.
“So, let me get this straight. While other people are taking hostages and killing people, you two are just up here playing around?” Started to wander the room. Neither one of them tried to stop me. Made sure I walked slowly and looked where I was going as well as all around.
“Maybe you haven’t noticed who we have here,” Nerida said. My music changed to “Floaty” by the Foo Fighters.
Shrugged. “I noticed, yeah. Hey, Christopher. Wondered why you hadn’t come down. I see you were all tied up.”
This earned me Patented Glare #1. Good to see he was feeling okay.
“How did you get through the door?” Kozlow asked. He wasn’t asking in a derisive or bored way. He sounded interested.
Waved my free hand—I was still wearing my gloves. “Insulation’s an amazing thing. So, what’s the plan for you guys up here? I mean, I assume you were the ones ensuring that Cliff’s latest Crazed Madman Speech was broadcast downstairs and such, but it seems sort of weird to have you two sequestered up here by yourselves.”
“There were reasons,” Nerida said imperiously.
Couldn’t think of what they might be. My music changed to “Open the Gate” by No Doubt. Put two and two together. “You’re controlling access in and out of the building, aren’t you?”
Kozlow nodded. Nerida shrugged. “Maybe we are. Maybe we aren’t.”
Needed a full answer, because if they were controlling Cliff’s floater gate ability, I needed to know how and where and all the other pertinent details. But had no clear idea how to get this out of them without seeming to care about getting it out of them.
My music changed to “Sex and Death” by Mot?rhead. Chose to take this as a hint. “Oh, wait! Are you two a couple?”
Nerida made the “gag me” face. Kozlow glared at her. Not up to Christopher’s standards, but then none were. “Never in a million years,” Nerida said, making the “gag me” sound to emphasize her disgust with my suggestion. “We’re siblings, remember?”
“Half-siblings, I think. Not that I’m a proponent of any form of incest.” Didn’t think Kozlow was interested in Nerida, but it was clear that she wasn’t just doing the gagging thing because of the familial relationship, and it was also clear that his feelings were hurt by this. “So, why are you up here then, if it wasn’t for nookie?”
“You’re so focused on sex,” Nerida sneered at me.
“Probably because I get to have it all the time.”
“I’ve heard that those who talk about it the most do it the least.” Nerida wasn’t going to win the Comeback Award with replies like that.
Was between her and Christopher now, so able to look at the equipment. They had a lot of screens they were supposedly keeping an eye on. And none of them showed the stairwells.
This seemed patently ridiculous. Although, as I thought of it, not every high rise had cameras in the stairwells. Some did, but not all. Though I’d expect them in a building as massive and state of the art as this one. Then again, hadn’t seen any on the way up and was pretty darned sure that Siler had been looking for them, even if none of the rest of us had thought of it.
So, no stairwell cameras made the electric current running through the door handle more logical. It wasn’t there to just stop us—it was there to stop anyone. Maybe that’s how all those people we’d found near the entrance had died, by coming into the room. We certainly hadn’t found any bodies once we’d moved further into the floor.
“We’re running communications,” Kozlow answered. “The boss wanted someone he could trust up here.”
The other screens weren’t showing anything of interest. The restaurant in particular. The observation deck in other particular. The observation deck looked pristine and the restaurant still looked like it was filled with dust. I only knew it was the restaurant because I could just make out a Lyssara dome in there.
However, they also had a screen that showed the entry door from the stairwell. But they weren’t acting like they thought anyone else was with me. Looked at the picture more carefully. The bodies looked as they had when we’d come into the room. But Siler had moved some of them, rolling the bodies onto their backs, in order to examine them. And he hadn’t moved them back.
Realized what Mossy was likely doing in his spare time—altering the feeds so that the two up here weren’t alerted to anything untoward elsewhere in the building. And he wasn’t making a move because of the kill switch Kozlow had.
“Um, and so he picked Nerida? No offense,” I said to her sweetly. Then turned back to Kozlow. “You, I get. Her? Other than planning to short out the entire building and possibly cause it to collapse, I’m not sure why Nerida is even up here.”
Kozlow shot me the nicest look I’d ever seen from him. “I know. I told them her up here is a bad idea, but . . .” He shrugged.
“Yeah, no one listens until it’s too late, right? Always the way. But seriously, I get the threat with Christopher, I mean it’s obvious. But if he electrocutes, especially with what you have him attached to, I sincerely think you’ll take out everything in this building. I don’t know how you’d work access in or out if this place went down electronically. And I doubt Gadhavi would appreciate that. He has a lot of money invested in this place.”
It was a long shot, but Kozlow nodded again, with more emphasis, and put his feet onto the floor. “Exactly! We’re finally someplace safe and he wants to wreck it all.” Knew the “he” Kozlow meant was Cliff.
“I didn’t think you’d want to be in this region if you could help it.”
He shrugged. “Yeah, not my preferred location. But you go where the work is.”
“Why are you telling her anything?” Nerida sounded annoyed. “And we go where the boss says we go. Stop acting as if you have any other options.”
Kozlow’s eyes narrowed. “Mister Gadhavi would be happy to have me in his organization. With or without the rest of you.”