“That’s not a motive.” Wolf changelings were highly sexual and single packmates often hopped beds. As for mated pairs, they didn’t cheat. Ever. “If someone was mad over a stolen lover, they would’ve just challenged him to prove dominance.” A fight but not to the death.
“Yeah, I think so too, but it’s a lead. And that wasn’t the only mess he got himself into. Timmy had indications of drug use. If he, for whatever reason, threatened to expose the piece-of-shit dealer and it was one of us…well, everyone knows Hawke’s view on drugs.”
Brenna nodded. “He would’ve sliced the bastard open.” That one of her own pack could be evil enough to deal drugs staggered her. “It wasn’t Jax, was it?” she asked with a fresh wave of horror. “He wasn’t messed up.” The Psy drug had a devastating effect on changeling bodies, leaving them trapped midshift. Death followed in days if not hours.
“No.” Indigo gave a distasteful shiver. “Ruby Crush, street name, Rush.”
A drug developed by a changeling piece of vermin and adapted to their physiology. “It boosts normal physical strength during the high, right?”
“As it scrambles the brain.” Indigo shook her head. “Rush freaks turn into witless, giggling idiots. Tim had to have been very careful. No one ever saw him high.” She glanced at her timepiece. “Got to go. Tell Judd I need to talk to him if you see him.”
Brenna nodded, but hours passed and Judd didn’t appear. Her frustration turned to worry, then jackknifed into anger. Where the hell was he and why couldn’t he have called?
She tried to ignore the voices, but part of her listened. Part of her finally began to see.
Judd met the Ghost beneath Father Perez’s church, having showered and changed in the small room Perez kept for situations like this. It wasn’t yet noon, but it might as well have been midnight in the centuries-old crypt under the light-filled building.
“Why do you think some humans feel the need to inter their dead?” The voice came from the black pool where two corners met. “Changelings let their dead turn to dust.”
Judd had neither the time nor the inclination to engage in a philosophical discussion. He wanted to return to the den and see if Brenna was okay. The talk with Faith had appeared to help her, but if she’d had more of those dreams, she could be in trouble. And he was the only one she trusted enough to come to for…comfort.
“Are there other labs?” he asked point-blank, well aware that his urgency to see Brenna was a minor breach of Silence, the first step on the road to temptation. He wouldn’t touch her, he justified, simply make sure of her welfare.
“Of course, but the one you disabled this morning was the most important.”
“Are you certain? With Ming involved, we could be looking at Europe.”
“No, the Council would’ve preferred that—there’s a problem with their head scientist, Ashaya Aleine, refusing to relocate.”
“Must be something big if they haven’t overridden her objections.” No one stood against the Council without either an unimpeachable reason or an ace in the hole.
“I’m working on it—they’ve got a blackout around her. Everything’s classified.”
“Do you know her designation?”
“Gradient 9.9 M-Psy.”
“Rare.” Most Psy that powerful tended to cross the 0.1 boundary over into cardinal rank. Judd had always considered his own 9.9 Tk status an advantage. The telekinesis, when combined with his 9.4 ability in telepathy, made him far more of a threat than many a cardinal. Yet he didn’t have the night-sky eyes that betrayed his power. When he tried
“Unconfirmed reports state the prototype was destroyed. If that’s true, it’ll take them at least six months to reconstruct it. However, if we take Aleine out of the equation, we set them back years. She’s the brains behind the entire project.”
Judd had killed before. And he’d done so with clean efficiency. Not one of his hits had ever been labeled an execution, much less traced back to the Arrow Squad. “I’ll need more data before I make that decision.” He no longer trusted anyone when it came to this aspect of his abilities.
“I want to hold off in any case. We may end up needing the information in her head.” A pause.
Judd’s need to return to the den pushed at him to finish this and leave. “What?”
“I’ve heard rumors that Aleine might not be in full support of Protocol I.”
That she was the scientist in charge of developing the implant nonetheless was no contradiction in terms— the Council had ways of ensuring cooperation. “What are the chances of turning her?”
“Slim to none. She’s been in the Council substructure since she turned seventeen. Her entire family consists of a four-year-old son. Keenan Aleine lives off-site in an apartment in San Diego.”
“With his father?” Psy bore children as part of fertilization contracts. Custody depended on the terms of the individual contract.
“No. The child is under Council protection. Lives in the same building as the Rika-Smythe family group.”
“Convenient.”
“That was my thought. I’ll attempt to confirm.”
Judd began to head for the exit. “Send me the data when you have it.”
The SnowDancer tunnels were relatively quiet when he got back, but he ran into Indigo almost immediately. Suspicion was a hard edge in her eyes.
“Where were you the night Tim died?”
It was an unexpected question. Circumstances had led him to believe the SnowDancer lieutenant trusted him. Clearly, he’d been wrong. “Alone. In my quarters. And no, that can’t be verified. Pity you don’t have a Justice- Psy here willing to scan me.”
“Oh, for crissakes, don’t give me any shit.” Indigo glared. “I’ve had it up to here with men and their attitudes. I had to ask, you know that.” Then she was gone.
Not completely certain what had just taken place, Judd continued on to his rooms. Or that had been his intention. Halfway there, he realized he was heading to Brenna’s instead and that his need to see her was no minor fault in the conditioning.
He stopped—he couldn’t allow himself near her when he was this close to what could be a lethal edge. It took conscious effort to put himself back on the correct path. But he hadn’t been inside his room five minutes when there was a knock on the door. He knew who it was. That knowledge didn’t keep him from pulling the door open.
Brenna pushed past him and into the room, hands on her hips. There were dark shadows under her eyes, lines around the corners of her mouth.
“You had more dreams.” He shut the door though his brain was sparking with all sorts of warning signals.
She blew out a breath between pursed lips. “Where have you been?” she asked instead of confirming his guess.
He wasn’t accustomed to anyone waiting for him. The fact that she had, caused enough of a reaction that he folded his arms and leaned against the door. “None of your business.”
“None of my—” She clenched her fists. “Would it have hurt you to leave your phone on?”
He’d been operating under full silence—the lab had had some incredibly complex intrusion detection systems. “It didn’t occur to me that you’d attempt contact.” It was the truth. He was used to walking alone, to surviving alone. It was a necessary adjunct of his particular ability. But Brenna had not only noticed his absence, she had worried.
His reaction to her intensified…enough to cause a mild pain response. Pain triggers were an integral part of Silence. Brutalize a child for something and he soon learned to stop doing it. Even if that meant shutting down his own emotions. That reminder, rather than the pain, was what made him say what he did. “You and I have no relationship that implies a commitment to constant availability.”
Brenna’s voice was harsh when she replied. “Don’t you say that. We have something and don’t you try to pretend it doesn’t exist.”
