'It's OK. I feel better. I couldn't, like, tell anyone. Not even Mum. I daren't.'
'You'd better get back before you're missed.'
'I left my radio on. They think I'm doing my homework.'
'Best go and do some, then.'
She handed me the hanky back. 'You better have that, otherwise I'll have to say where I got it.'
I took it from her.
She turned and walked three paces and then stopped and turned around.
'Remembered something?'
'No,' she said. 'No, but I need to know. What is it? What is it with you and her? How is it possible? I mean, I've seen it and I don't believe it. I'm sure it was a trick.' She watched me. 'Is it? Is it a trick?'
'No. It isn't a trick. You mustn't tell, though. They will be watching you.'
'Who's they? Who is it that's watching?'
'That's the question I'm trying to answer. I'm just a man looking for answers. You should go.'
She sighed and nodded, acknowledging that it was true and walked back towards the road. I watched her check for cars before crossing and then I stood and walked across the park to the swings, so that when she turned back the bench was bare and she could not see me in the gloom. She scanned the area from the far side of the road, then shook her head, wrapped her cardie tighter and headed for home. I followed discreetly until she went inside, and then waited until she appeared at her bedroom window. She looked out on the empty street and I think she knew I was there somewhere, even though she couldn't pick me out. She drew her curtains closed against the dark, but couldn't resist a last peek through the crack.
I found myself hoping that she would sleep better from now on, now that she had been able to share her burden.
I left the cul-de-sac and turned away from Katherine's house, heading for the Tube station. I set a strong pace, knowing that the walk would take me half an hour and that if I lingered I would miss the last tube and end up waiting for a night bus.
The walk gave me chance to think. If Kayleigh was right and Alex had drowned the other girls, then it would make sense that the authorities had acted to take her out of circulation. She was a danger to others, but where would be safe? Blackbird had once told me that there were places for people like Alex, who couldn't control their gifts. She'd never said where any of them were, though. I made a mental note to ask her later.
The reality was that my daughter had killed three girls, however unintentionally. Garvin had said that was likely and Kayleigh's story confirmed it. They had tried to hurt her and she had drowned them in sewage. I thought I should feel bad about that, but my honest reaction was that they deserved it. They had been intent on hurting her when they should have left her alone. It was harsh, and sad that they had been caught up in it, but they weren't my daughters.
I was beginning to understand why they had taken her, though. If she couldn't control her gifts then she was dangerous. They would act to protect other people and to prevent her harming herself. That didn't mean that I would leave her there, though. I was her father and I had got her into this mess. If anyone could look after her, it was me.
I found the Tube station in time to get a ride into central London. The long ride lulled me, but I had too much still to do to allow myself to sleep. I used the Tube to get into the West End and then used one of the Warders' houses as a gateway to the Way. Using Raffmir's slingshot technique I was back in Yorkshire within two hours of meeting Kayleigh. When I stumbled out of the Way-node, it had mercifully stopped raining. The ground was sodden, and the grass squelched as I tramped down the bank into town.
The lights were on in the church as I passed, but I ignored that and went straight down to the guest house. I still had my key, so I let myself in.
'You're very late again, Mr Dobson.' Martha was in the kitchen with the door open, sewing.
'And it's late to be still sewing. It's bad for your eyes, you know.'
'I'm just doing some buttons, then I'll be retiring. You look like you should do the same, Mr Dobson.'
'I won't be up long, I assure you.'
'I'll wish you good night then.'
'Good night.'
I took the stairs up to my room and locked the door behind me, stowed my gear and sword and hung up my jacket. Then I sat on the end of the bed and collapsed backwards. What with the cumulative effect of the Ways, lack of sleep and a long, long day, I fought to keep my eyes open. I sat up. I needed a shower before bed anyway, so it was pointless getting comfortable.
I stood in front of the chest and rested my hand on the face of the mirror.
'Garvin?'
The mirror misted gently and there was a muted thumping sound.
'Niall, you're late. I was about to send out a search party.' There was humour in his tone. He was obviously in a better mood than last time.
'How are things at Court?'
'They are progressing. Fellstamp is recovering from that scratch you gave him and between us we have been able to keep track of Altair. He hasn't brought any more over, so we are coping. Have you seen anything of Raffmir?'
It was pointless lying to him as he would hear it immediately. 'He came to the cafe. We talked. He said that you'd sent me here to keep me away from the negotiations.'
'He's right. I did.'
'He said it was because the High Court were negotiating for the fate of the half-breeds. He said you were keeping me away from it so I wouldn't prejudice the negotiations.'
'He's right about that too. If you cause an incident, the High Court might be less able to defend their position on the half-breeds. It would look as if you were undermining them.'
'I don't think that's what he meant.'
'I know exactly what he meant. He means to sow discord among us. You need to stay tight and not let him get under your skin.'
'He's already under my skin. I just want to tell him to get lost.'
'As long as he's with you, he's not somewhere else, Niall. Speaking of which, we've lost Blackbird again.'
'What do you mean lost?'
'As in: we don't know where she is. She's hard to protect if we can't find her.'
'She's hard to hurt if Deefnir can't find her.'
'As long as they don't know where she is either, that's true. If they've followed her, then that could be trouble.'
'I don't know where she went either, if that's what you're asking.'
'Would you tell me if you found out?'
'That would depend on her. I think I'd let her make that choice. It's her life.'
'That's a dangerous game, Niall.'
'They're all dangerous games until the Untainted take themselves back home and leave us in peace.'
'True. Talk to her, please. Try and persuade her to come back in.'
'I'll pass on your request, Garvin. She'll make her own mind up, you know that.'
'So I do. Very well.'
'Anything else to report?'
This was the moment. I should tell Garvin about Raffmir's secret conversations. I should explain about the ability to make small jumps using magic. I should tell him Raffmir knew where my daughter was. But if I did, Raffmir said she would die. He had been straight about that, at least.
'No, there's nothing else I want to tell you.'
'How are the missing girls?'
'Some of them, fine. The others are still missing though, as in missing from the records. They don't appear as missing women anywhere in the archives, as far as I can tell. There's no local knowledge of lost women. I have thirty or forty skulls and no owners. I'll have to go to the Records Office at Northallerton to confirm it, but that's the
