“How far along are you?” my grandfather asked.
Jeff frowned. “About two-thirds? Need a few more hours to get the cipher right, and then I can compile the code, and we’ll be ready to roll. Might need to do some contextual tweaking—like Mercury next to the sun instead of the moon means you need to hop on one foot or whatever—but we’ll be close.”
“Good,” Ethan said. “We appreciate the work.”
Jeff nodded.
“So Reed’s got a sorcerer working some kind of big magic,” Scott said, his gaze on the board. “Big magic that could affect a lot of people. But we don’t know what the magic is yet, and we don’t know how many people. And most of Chicago still thinks he hung the moon.”
“And made it shine,” Ethan said. “That’s a fair summary.”
“Then what can we do?” Scott asked.
“Be vigilant,” Ethan said. “I can’t stress that enough. He’s looking for opportunities.” He met my gaze. “He likes to use what he perceives as personal weaknesses against people. He’s very intelligent, and he likes to manipulate.”
“He’s very egotistical,” my grandfather said. “Likes to create a dramatic scene, but doesn’t always think through the implications.” He looked at Ethan, then me. “It turns out, the cops who arrested you at the Garden thought they were doing a favor for someone very powerful—putting away supernaturals who’d been stalking his family. They were, let’s say, set on a better path.”
“Thank you for that,” Ethan said, and my grandfather nodded.
“The inaccuracies can be corrected,” he said. “But that’s the kind of manipulation we’re dealing with.”
“As for the magic,” Luc said, “spread the word. Alert your vampires to the possibility of more symbol sites, and ask them to report anything they find.”
“The odds of that seem pretty slim,” Jonah said. “I mean, not that there are more sites, but that we’ll randomly stumble across them.” He glanced at me. “That’s pretty much how you found the Wrigleyville symbols, right?”
“Almost exactly,” I said.
“Maybe we can build something.”
We all looked at Mallory, who was staring blankly at the open windows.
“What kind of something?” Catcher asked.
She blinked, looked at him. “I’m just talking this through, but a machine that would find the other sites? A magical radar, something that could send back a signal from concentrations of alchemy.”
Catcher frowned, seemed to consider. “You’re thinking about a receiver? Something to pick up the alchemical signals?” He paused. “Yeah. That might be possible. The sites would work like reflectors, if you could tune in to the alchemy’s signal.” He grabbed a notepad and pen from the center of the table, began scribbling.
“Is such a thing possible?” Ethan asked.
Mallory snorted. “Anything and everything is possible.”
“Truer words,” I murmured.
“Visibility could be a problem,” Mallory said. “Actually being able to see where the symbols are, I mean. If they’re spread out, we’ll have line-of-sight problems.”
“Maybe I could help with that,” Jeff said.
“What are you thinking?” Catcher asked.
Jeff rubbed his temple absently. “Maybe I can align a program to the magic? So even if we can’t see the locations’ IRL, we can watch them on a screen? A three-dimensional map?”
IRL? Ethan asked silently.
In real life, I said. As opposed to the lighthearted fantasy we’re pretending to live in.
“Yeah,” Mallory said, nodding as she looked at Jeff and Catcher. “Yeah. That might actually work.”
Ethan looked at Mallory. “There’s no risk that this would harm you?”
His question was softly spoken. And it wasn’t about doubt or lack of confidence in her, the fear that she’d use dark magic again, backslide into the hole she’d only so recently crawled out of. There was only concern for a woman who’d been his enemy, and who’d gained back enough trust to become his friend.
“No,” she said, her voice calm and clear. And then she held out her hands.
Black magic, when she’d been using it, had chapped and cracked them. But they looked healthy and healed, each nail painted a different pastel shade, so they formed a long rainbow when she lined them up. Which made for a gorgeous effect.
“I wasn’t asking—” Ethan began, but Mallory shook her head.
“I know,” she said, meeting his gaze, chin up. “I was showing you. I owe you that much.”
Ethan’s expression stayed serious, and he nodded at her, something important, something weighty, passing between them. I had to bite my lip to keep quick, bright tears from welling. That he and I weren’t in sync right now didn’t minimize the importance of the gesture, especially given the similarity between Reed’s alchemy and Mallory’s dark magic.
Catcher put an arm around his wife, pressed a kiss to her head.
“Well, then,” Luc said. “That gives us a plan for the alchemy.”
“And Reed?” Scott asked, rocking back in his chair. “What’s the plan there?”
Ethan’s gaze went flat. “His destruction and expulsion from the city of Chicago.”