She’d need something that belonged to Kane. I glanced at the ashtray on the table, overflowing with stubs. Would that be enough? Probably not. She’d ask for something more personal.
I began tossing the office again. The desk drawers seemed to contain nothing more than random stationery, a week-old newspaper, and a receipt for two bottles of scotch. The papers on the desk were a mess. Some of them were related to our burglary—a photo of Ddraig Goch’s mansion, a diagram of the runes that protected the vault’s safe, several sketches of the circle Kane had used to teleport us. There was other stuff that meant nothing to me—a police report about a man who died of an overdose in New York; a hospital bill dated last month for someone named Georgia Baker; a note in his own handwriting that said She has no clue, the word “no” underlined three times. Was this note about me? I got the sense that it was, a fragment of Kane’s thoughts. What did it refer to? To the fact that he had planned to steal the crystal all along?
I went through the drawers a third time, pulling each one out, looking behind them.
The second drawer had a small nylon bag taped to the back. I tore the tape, removing the bag, holding it up to the light. I recognized it almost instantly. It used to contain children’s dreams. I had sold it to Ronald. I remembered seeing Kane there that night. What had he been doing there? It was nearly empty now. Had Kane used it?
I was staring at the bag, trying to think, when I heard footsteps. I drew my gun quietly and aimed it straight at the door, leaning against the desk, waiting.
A key scraped at the lock, but the door was unlocked and opened as soon as the key twisted. Kane gaped at it, confused, and for a moment didn’t even see me. Then his eyes rose and met my gun barrel.
“Step in, close the door. Slowly,” I said.
“Lou, what—”
“Do it. Now. Don’t talk.”
His eyes narrowed, morphing to a dark black. His stare did not waver. This was a man who had faced guns before. He closed the door behind him.
I kicked the chair over to him. It tumbled to the floor, clattering. “Sit down.”
He picked up the chair and sat on it. Then his hand went to his pocket.
“Don’t!”
“I was just going for my cigarettes,” he said. His voice was chilly.
“You can do without, for once. Those things can kill you, remember?”
“Okay. What’s going on?”
“Where is the crystal?”
“The crystal?”
He seemed genuinely taken aback. But I’d seen liars who could convince you of anything. Hell, my best friend was one. It didn’t matter. If there’s a person no one can lie to for long, it’s an alchemist.
I shoved my hand into my pocket, and retrieved a copper vial. It was the truth serum I had brewed before we knew that Maximillian Fuchs was a vampire. I tossed it over to him.
“Drink that.”
“No offense, but I don’t think so.”
“Do it, or I’ll shoot you.”
“You won’t.”
“You don’t know me, Kane Underwood. You don’t know what I’m capable of. The potion is a truth serum, nothing more. Drink it.”
He hesitated, then uncorked the vial, and drank it all in one swig.
“Now what?”
“Now we wait.” The truth serum was fast. It would start working in less than a minute.
“Lou, you’ve made a mistake. I didn’t take the crystal. When did it go missing? Last night?”
I said nothing, just looking at him.
“Have you considered that Harutaka might have taken it? A man obsessed by chaos? A man who broke into the library of the Shades, for a reason none of us know?”
I concentrated on my breathing, keeping it steady. Waiting. I wanted to be convinced. Maybe it was Harutaka. That would mean that Kane, the mysterious, sexy man who made my chest feel warm when our eyes met, whose touch made me shiver in excitement, had not betrayed me. I wanted it to be true.
But I also remembered Kane’s eyes when he’d seen the crystal. And the way he refused to talk about his sister. Besides, Harutaka hadn’t known about the crystal beforehand—I’d never told him about it. Kane had known about it—I’d stupidly told him in a moment of weakness.
Kane’s pupils were sharpening, and his entire posture became relaxed, tired. The truth serum was working.
“Kane, did you take the crystal from the box last night?”
A long pause. “No.”
It was possible that the serum hadn’t completely affected him yet. I waited for another minute. His eyes glazed over, becoming distant.
“Kane, did you take the crystal that we stole from the vault?”
“No. You did.”
“Someone took it out of the box last night. Was it you?”
“No.”
I bit my lip. Was I wrong? Was it really Harutaka?
“You have the distilled dreams I made. Why do you have them?”
“Because I needed to stop the supply.”
My phone blipped with the sound of a new message, and I ignored it. “What supply?”
“The supply of the drug to New York.”
I blinked. He made no sense. “What drug?”
“Ice dream.”
The frustrating thing about the truth serum was that people weren’t really engaged in the conversation. They just reacted to questions. It was up to me to make sense of Kane’s answers. I decided to change tack.
“Do you know where the crystal is?”
“No.”
“Can you guess where it is?”
“I thought you had it.”
“Why were you so interested in the crystal?”
A pause. I waited. His fists clenched.
“Kane, answer me. Why were you so interested in the Yliaster crystal? You kept asking about it.”
I saw something in his eye. A glint of consciousness. He was still trying to take control of the conversation. He spoke slowly, as if each word was a huge strain. “Lou. I did not… take the crystal. This is what… you wanted… to know. My… interest… is my own.”
“This is about your sister. You were interested in the crystal to help your sister?”
A point-blank question he couldn’t ignore, couldn’t talk around. “Yes.” He clenched his jaw tightly, as if trying to prevent words from emerging.
But as strong as he was, I was a superior alchemist. And my serum was in his veins. A little voice in my mind begged me to let it go. Kane hadn’t betrayed me, and he was entitled to his own secrets. Questioning him about his sister under the influence of the drug wasn’t right.
But I was curious. And I told myself that perhaps his secret would help me track the crystal somehow.
“What happened to your sister? Why is she in a coma?”
For a moment all his body strained, and then he slumped, defeated. “Her soul is gone. I sold it.”
I stared at him, aghast.
“She was dying of cancer. I summoned a demon, to cut a deal with him. It was quite a good deal. My soul for my sister’s life. When he gave me the contract, I read it carefully, and signed. I was bloated with self-importance, thought I was too clever to be tricked by a demon. Assumed my soul was a huge prize for him.”