Alex called Val as she approached the new building, and when she pulled into the underground garage, Val was waiting by a set of elevators with a wheeled cart—it looked like something a hotel visitor would receive room service on. The garage was otherwise empty of other people. Alex couldn’t spot any cameras, but she kept her body between the open back car door and the best view inside. Neither Val nor Alex spoke. Alex shifted the sleeping child to the bottom shelf of the cart, then rearranged the blanket around her so her shape was obscured.
This elevator was more normal than the one that led to Val’s penthouse—just a silver box, as in most of the buildings where Alex had lived. It made her nervous that the box would suddenly slow and the doors would open, exposing them. Val must have felt similarly. She kept her hand on the button for the sixteenth floor, as if holding it down would guarantee them express service.
While the elevator climbed, Alex noticed Val’s expression for the first time. It was… a little too stimulated. Alex hoped Val wasn’t heading into some kind of power-mad version of a sugar rush.
The elevator doors opened to an empty hallway. It was a nice building, with fancy moldings and marble floors, but it looked pedestrian after Val’s other place.
Val pushed the cart down the little hall, motioning for Alex to go ahead.
“Number sixteen-oh-nine, on the end. It’s not locked,” she said, and the eager tone of her voice made Alex wary again. Though maybe if Val got hyped up enough, she’d change her mind and come with Alex for the main event.
Alex walked into the apartment in a hurry—there was a lot to set up and she needed to be fast. She barely took in the routine living room–kitchen spread, the fabric-shrouded windows, or the beige color scheme. She noted an open door on the far wall, revealing a brightly lit room with a queen bed, and headed for it. She could see some of her duffel bags leaning against the flowered bedspread.
She was halfway to the door before she really absorbed the whole space, and then her eyes focused on the man standing in the dimly lit kitchen.
Even though she’d been expecting something, it didn’t stop her from spooking. She jumped a step back, her thumbs automatically going to the little hatches of her poisoned rings.
“Well?” he asked.
The tall man in the cheap black suit waited, fighting a smile.
“Told ya,” Val said from behind her, and Alex could hear the smug grin on her face without looking.
The man looked Nordic with his fair skin and pale, white-blond hair. His blond beard was neatly trimmed and reminded her of a college professor’s. His eyebrows were so pale against his forehead they were nearly invisible, completely changing the look of his eyes and his forehead. The hair around the edges of his head was straight, short, and neatly combed. The top of his head was pale, shiny, and totally bald. It changed the perceived shape of his head and made him look ten years older. He wore thin silver glasses, and his cheeks were unexpectedly round. His most striking features were his bright, icy-blue eyes, framed by nearly white lashes.
“You look like a Bond villain,” Alex blurted out.
“Is that good?” Daniel asked, his voice not quite right—it was clipped, somehow, a little slurred.
Alex felt her heart sink as she more closely examined the transformation. If she hadn’t been looking specifically for a disguised version of Daniel, she would have walked right past this man on the street. Even if she had been looking for Daniel, only his height would have made this man a suspect. As the despair settled sickeningly into her stomach, Alex knew she’d really been counting on Val’s failing.
“Val did a good job,” Alex said, and then she started moving again. “Let’s get Olivia set up.”
Einstein was sniffing around the blanket-covered child. He whimpered quietly, ill at ease.
“Is it good enough?” Daniel persisted while pulling the child out from under the cart and cradling her against his chest.
“Let me think about it while I do this,” Alex hedged.
Daniel laid Olivia on the flowered coverlet, smoothing the sweaty fluffs of hair back from her forehead. It took Alex only a few seconds to get the IV bags hanging. One clear, one white and opaque, and then a very small bag with a dark green fluid inside. She quickly placed the IV catheter using the smallest needle she had and then started the fluids.
“Back out of the way,” she told Daniel.
Alex pulled up the camera on a phone Val had given her—left behind by a friend, Val said—and snapped a few pictures of Olivia sleeping. She flipped through them and found one that she decided would do.
“This is my least favorite part of the plan,” Daniel muttered.
She glanced up and saw his pained expression. It looked strange on his new face.
“Let’s hope Carston feels similarly.”
His frown deepened. Alex took his hand and pulled him from the room. The way he was holding his mouth made the round shape of his cheeks more prominent.
“What did she do to your face?” Alex asked.
Daniel stuck two fingers in his mouth and pulled out a little piece of plastic. “These make it a little hard to talk.” With a sigh, he replaced the plastic, and his cheek rounded out again.
Val waited for them in the big living room, eyes still lit up with her success.
“That baby’s not going to wake up, right?” she asked.
“Right.”