Unclean Spirits Part 19

I put on my robe, tied it in a square knot at my waist, and stalked out to the main room. Midian was on the couch with a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other.

"I thought I said not to smoke in the house," I said.

"You did," the vampire said. "I've only been doing it when I was pretty sure you wouldn't see me."

"I let you guys make the calls last time, and we failed."

"Old news, kid."

"I'm not doing that anymore. Eric left everything to me. Not you, not Aubrey or Chogyi Jake or Ex. Me. This is my show now."

Midian took a long, slow drink from the can, then held the cigarette to his mouth. The ember went bright as he inhaled, then back to its dull orange glow. The yellowed ivory eyes narrowed.

"What's bugging you?"

"I'm making a decision," I said. "I think it's the right thing to do."

"But?"

"But if I'm wrong, I might tip our location to Coin and get us all killed."

"You want to talk about it? Roust tofu boy and what's-her-name out of bed, chew it over."

"No," I said. "I'd only convince myself not to do it."

"So was there something you wanted from me?"

"No, nothing," I said. "I just thought I should tell someone that I'm making the decisions now."

"Even the risky ones," he said.

"Especially the risky ones."

Midian looked up at me from the couch. Almost imperceptibly, he nodded.

"You sound like the old man when you say that," he said. "Welcome to command, General."

I nodded curtly, drew myself up an inch or so.

"Put out the cigarette," I said, and went back to my room.

There were two hundred spam messages, but Thunderbird killed ninety percent of them, and I deleted the rest by hand. There was a note from my little brother, Curt, asking how and where I was, but the tone of it seemed more like his usual whine than something urgent. I pulled up my chat program.

There were half a dozen people online just then that I knew, mostly from ASU. Including my old boyfriend. His screen name showed he wasn't idle, so he was talking to someone. Just not me. Extojayne, on the other hand, had been listed as idle for days.

JAYNEh.e.l.lER: Ex! Where the f.u.c.k have you been? Why the f.u.c.k haven't you been calling? We've been out of our minds here!

I sat back on the bed. This was stupid. This was a mistake. I should never have done it.

Someone on the other side started typing.

EXTOJAYNE: Complications. Nothing serious. I'm fine. Sorry I've been out of touch. What's the status there?

I flexed my fingers like claws. I s.h.i.+fted the mouse over and turned on the logging feature. Better to have a transcript of this so I could keep my lies straight. And I might as well start with something they already knew.

JAYNEh.e.l.lER: The rabbit thing fell through. You were totally right about that one. Sorry I gave you grief. The big news is we tried to get Aubrey, but it was a no-go. The Invisible College folks are on that place like white on rice. We barely got away.

EXTOJAYNE: We?

JAYNEh.e.l.lER: Me and Kim. The others weren't there. I don't think we're going to be able to get Aubrey out of that. I hate to leave him behind, but I just don't see what else we can do.

EXTOJAYNE: I understand. I'm not happy about it either, but you're probably right. What else? What's the news on Texas?

I grinned. He was buying it. All vestiges of exhaustion were gone. I felt like I'd just had eight cups of coffee and a jelly roll. I could keep going with this bulls.h.i.+t all night.

JAYNEh.e.l.lER: Texas looks good. If we can get to Mexico, I think we'll be all right. You keep them distracted for a few more days, and we'll be just about ready to make a run for it. Cool?

EXTOJAYNE: I can do that. But let me know the details. I don't want to do something that would get in your way.

JAYNEh.e.l.lER: You betcha.

Hey, Coin. What's that over your shoulder?

Go ahead.

Look.

Twenty.

The second report came from the lawyer in the morning, about half an hour before Aaron and Candace arrived.

I had cut the conversation with the fake Ex off after about fifteen minutes with the promise that I'd be in touch again soon. Afterward, it had been hard to sleep, so I didn't drag myself out of bed until almost noon. My eyes felt gritty and my mind was stuffed with cotton, and the scent of Midian's coffee was like the promise of spring in February. I struggled with last night's square knot on my robe, gave up, and pulled on a pair of blue jeans and one of Eric's white s.h.i.+rts. It was a little too sheer for polite company and the only bra I could find was way past laundry day, so I put one of his suit jackets on too.

Kim and Chogyi Jake were sitting across the kitchen table from each other, engrossed in a conversation about the relations.h.i.+p between parasitism and immaterial beings. It seemed to center on whether riders were really using people as a means to reproduce or if they had some other agenda. Midian took a look at me, chuckled like a chain saw, and poured me a cup of coffee.

"You still need new dishes, kid," he said. "We're eating off bakeware here."

"I'll get right on it," I said.

Kim glanced at me, her expression closed and unreadable. Her hair was in place, her makeup perfect. I was willing to bet her bra was clean, and we'd lost her bag the day before. It was hard not to see the emptiness of her expression as criticism, and it stung a little. I'd thought we were working on being friends. But then I remembered her moment of candor at the hospital and her reaction to Eric's voice. There was more going on than I knew about. I tried to keep my paranoia in check at least until the caffeine could work its way into my blood.

"Look," I said. "There's something I did that you guys should know about."

I recapped Extojayne for Kim, then explained my plan to use the plant to mislead Coin. Chogyi Jake smiled all the way through it. I found myself wis.h.i.+ng he would frown sometimes or express disapproval, just for variety's sake. I topped off my cup.

"It's a risk, but I think you're wise to take it," Chogyi Jake said.

"Thanks," I said.

The doorbell rang, and Kim started at the sound. So did I, a little. Midian sighed.

"I'll get the gun," he said, but by the time we got to the door, the courier was gone.

The new report was as anonymous as its predecessor, but shorter. It was little more than an itinerary for Coin over the next seven days, starting with going to church tomorrow and ending with a concert next Friday night with a footnote disclaiming the reliability of the list, and pointing out that things change. Like I needed to be reminded of that.

"What about Tuesday?" Kim said. "He's speaking at the convention center downtown. If we make our fake escape during that, we might be able to catch him coming out."

"If he thought we were worth bothering with," Midian said. "He might just send his bully boys."

"Let me work on that with Extojayne," I said. "If we make the cheese pretty enough, he might come out. It'll take away some of his backup anyway. Are we sure about Tuesday night, or is there anything on the list that looks better? Where exactly is he supposed to be speaking?"

My cell phone went off. Kim only tensed at Eric's voice this time. When I answered, it was Candace saying that she and Aaron were coming up the front door, and not to freak out.

Candace Dorn had changed from the first time I'd seen her. Her face looked stronger, more confident. She held herself with less reserve. It's amazing how not having your boyfriend beating the c.r.a.p out of you improves your appearance. Aaron, at her side, was a little under six feet tall with dark hair cut close, shoulders broad enough to build small towns.h.i.+ps on, and a demeanor that leaned in toward the world. Everything about him had me reaching for my license and registration.

I had my hand out to shake his, but he stepped inside my arm and lifted me up in a bear hug that had my ribs creaking. When he put me down, Candace echoed the gesture in a less painful way.

"I hope you don't mind that I came too," she said. "I've gotten to where I can stand to let him go to work, but this...after last time..."

"I totally understand," I said. "Come in. Both of you. I have some people I'd like you to meet."

Kim and Chogyi Jake greeted Candace and Aaron. Midian had the good taste to look uncomfortable, the only inhuman beast in the room. We sat in the living room, all six of us, and I launched into what felt like the hundredth retelling of the situation-the Invisible College, Eric, Coin, Aubrey, Ex, Extojayne, Chogyi Jake and Midian's house arrest, the bullets designed to kill riders, the reports on Coin's schedule, everything. I talked for twenty minutes, Chogyi Jake, Kim, and Midian interrupting occasionally to clarify one point or another, Candace and Aaron asking infrequent questions. Along the way, I started to notice something that unnerved me.

Without discussion or conscious intent, the room had divided. Candace and Aaron sat at the end of the couch, Kim leaning against the wall beside them, while Chogyi Jake sat at the far side of the hearth and Midian haunted the doorway that led to the kitchen. I remembered an image I'd seen in science cla.s.ses-a cell pulling itself apart, dividing in two. Along one wall was the team I had a.s.sembled-Kim to work the magic, Aaron to provide the muscle and knowledge of violence, Candace to help however she could. Along the other, Midian and Chogyi Jake were the survivors of the team I'd begun with when I first dropped down this rabbit hole. Apart from giving advice and history and perspective, there was nothing for them to do. I was leaving them behind.

I didn't want to.

"Seems like the first thing we ought to do," Aaron said, "is drive his route. We know where he's going to be Tuesday night. We know where he lives. It'd be a good idea to know what's in between point A and point B, right?"

"I'd thought of that too," I said, pulling myself back from the strange sorrow that had distracted me. "I printed out some MapQuest directions." I pointed to them on the coffee table. "According to those, it's about a twenty-minute drive from Coin's place to the convention center. I don't know that he'll be taking the computer's route, though."

"That's why you've got locals," Aaron said with a grin. "We'll figure it out. The bad guys have seen you and Kim?"

"Yes," I said. "Not very well, though. The only one who really got a look at us was the one I kicked."

"You two should sit in the backseat all the same," Candace said. I must have looked surprised at her tone of voice, because she shrugged and went on. "It makes you harder to see. Basic tactics."

I began to wonder if I'd underestimated the woman.

"All right," I said. "I don't know that it's a plan, but it's at least moving toward one. Give me a couple minutes to get presentable."

Aaron nodded, but he was looking at the MapQuest printouts. Candace leaned over his shoulder, her brow furrowing.

"You don't think he'd take Speer?" Candace said.

"I'd take Colfax and I-25," Aaron said. "I don't know why you'd want to keep to surface streets."

"What about heading out Federal and going south?"

"Better than Speer," Aaron agreed.

I snuck back to my room. I didn't figure there was time for a shower, but I did my hair up in a bun and put on clothes that looked less like I was dressing myself out of Eric's secondhand shop. Jeans, T-s.h.i.+rt, tennis shoes. I even dug up a mostly cleanish bra that wasn't so dark it would show through the white of the tee. I hung my leather backpack on one shoulder and considered myself in the bathroom mirror. Halfway to respectable, me.

I couldn't restrain myself and checked e-mail before I went back out. There was nothing. I turned the laptop back off.

The debate of routes from Coin's place to the speaking engagement had turned into a full-on council of war while I was gone. Aaron was squatting on the floor in front of an unfolded map of the city, marking out a route in yellow highlighter. There were already other paths in green and blue. Kim was on the couch alone now, leaning forward and listening intently to Candace and Aaron debate. Chogyi Jake was still on the hearth. I touched his shoulder and nodded to the kitchen. We went past Midian without disturbing the planning session in progress.

Chogyi Jake's expression was concerned, but there was still the hint of laughter at the corners of his bloodshot, exhausted eyes. I had the impulse to take his hand, but didn't do it.

"I wanted to apologize," I said. "I know there's not a real reason to, but I wanted to do it anyway."

"I accept," he said without hesitation. "What was it you were apologizing for?"

"Going without you," I said. "For putting this whole thing together and not having you be part of it."

"I have my role," he said. "With the Invisible College tracking me, I wouldn't have been much use for this part."

"I know that," I said. "It's just...I don't want you to feel like I cut you out. I don't want you to feel like I'm leaving you behind or something. I'm..."

I gestured ineffectively. Chogyi Jake gently pushed my hands back down toward my sides.

"You've had to put a lot of people behind you, haven't you?"

"Yes," I said.

"Your mother and father. The friends you had in college."

I was more than a little embarra.s.sed at the tears that sprang to my eyes.

"Okay," I said. "Putting too fine a point on it now."

"What you've done here? It's exactly the sort of thing Eric would have chosen. This was the way he lived. When a situation arose, he gathered the people he needed to address it. When the work was complete, he moved on. If you're taking up his work apart from this one last project of his, it's going to be the kind of life you lead too."

"But he had friends. He had people he could count on. People he could trust," I said. And then, "Didn't he?"

"I don't know," Chogyi Jake said. "He was a difficult man to know well. Perhaps he'd seen too much. I know you much better than I ever did him. And I care for you more."

I grabbed a sheet of paper towel and wiped my eyes. Chogyi Jake stood silently, bearing witness without offering to hold me or turning away. I loved him a little bit for that.

"Okay," I said. "So here's the thing. I care about you too, and I've got to go do this thing. And I know you can't do it with me. But it's not because you aren't really, really important to me. Okay?"

"Okay."