Wilson nodded. “And it might have been something very similar. Maybe the cog-heart serves as his pattern, holds him together. And he needs the host body just for the pattern in their implanted cogwork. Something to hold him together. Disrupt that, and the thing falls apart.”
“And then what? How does it find a new host?”
“Goes dormant? Reforms somehow, and latches on to someone new? This is all just theory, Jacob.”
“But we saw it again, so we know it happened. Somehow the thing reformed.”
“A new host,” Emily said. “Who was at the party?”
“Pilots,” I said. “Lots of Pilots.”
“There you go.” Wilson spread his hands and grimaced. “If cogwork is necessary for infection, Pilots are pretty close to the perfect candidate. If one of your Corpsmen wandered down into the gardens, maybe looking for you, they could have stumbled into the angel’s scattered corpse and gotten infected without knowing what happened.”
I looked down at my palms. “How did I not get infected?”
“Who knows? Maybe when you disrupted the body it needs some time to spin up again. Let’s just say you got lucky, and you’ll be more careful in the future.”
Emily had been quiet, standing a little ways away from us. I turned to her.
“So what are we going to do now?” I asked her. When she didn’t say anything, didn’t even seem to hear me, Wilson stepped in.
“Badge is after you, that thing in the sky is after you.” He shrugged. “Sounds like maybe the Family Tomb is after you, too. We’re going to need a better place to hide.”
“What’s wrong with here?” Emily asked. She seemed distracted.
“Not deep enough. Too close to the Families, to the centers of the Badge’s power. Too many crowds. People here don’t love the Badge, but if they’re serious about finding you, well. Someone will talk. Enough money and enough threats, people will talk.”
“So where do we go?” I asked. I stood and stretched my back. My thighs felt like lead, and my chest was stiff. “I can’t go far, or fast.”
“I have some ideas. We’ll wait until tonight, until you’re a little better.”
“I feel pretty good right now. I just don’t want to push it. And with that thing in the air…”
“I think the Tomb set you up,” Emily said. Wilson and I stopped and turned to her.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I think she set you up. That bit about the Badge interrupting, I don’t think that was part of the plan, but I think she set you up.”
I walked carefully over to the wall and sat down with my back against it. “What makes you say that, Em? What do you know about this?”
“Nothing. I mean, nothing solid. But the Cog missing like that? It hadn’t been there long, like they were waiting for it to show up. And they had to know you’d come for it.”
“Maybe. But that’s hardly evidence.”
“And on the Heights too, I think.”
I tensed up. I’d been wondering about the Heights, what Emily knew about that job, really.
“That job wasn’t from Valentine, Jacob.”
“Okay,” I said, carefully.
“I wanted to make sure you’d take the job. I knew you wouldn’t turn down work from the old clockwork.”
“That was risky. If he found out, if I said anything to him about it. A real chance you took there, Em.”
“The drugs, with Prescott, that was his. But the music box wasn’t.”
“That got Prescott killed, you know.”
“Yeah. I know.”
I flexed my hands, loosened my shoulders. “So. Who did the job come from, then?”
“I don’t know. A guy, he looked… I don’t know. Noble.”
“Like he was a Family guy. Someone’s important son?”
“Right. He gave me the box and told me it needed to go to Tomb. At the party. He said you needed to do the job.”
“You were really looking out for me there, Em.” I kept my voice as even as I could. “Really watching my back.”
“Sorry. I’m sorry. You’re pretty good at handling yourself. I figured it was some Council thing. Some… political statement.”
“Yeah,” I said. “So. Angela Tomb gets me up on the Heights, then tries again at the Manor.” I remembered the troop of soldiers outside my door up on the Heights. I hadn’t given that much thought, what with all the bloodletting and falling out of windows. What had they been doing there? They couldn’t have found Prescott or the Artificers, then rushed to arrest me on basic assumption. “So what does that mean?”
“I don’t know.” Emily shrugged. “Honestly. I could be wrong about the whole thing.”
“Well. We’ll see. Anything else, Emily? Anything I should know?”
She shook her head, kind of sadly. “Nothing else.”
“Where does that leave us? Angela Tomb wants me alive, then she shoots me.” I leaned over and took the Cog from Wilson and held it in my palm. “And lots of people want this. How many groups are we talking about? Tomb. Whoever’s pushing the Badge around from inside the Council. Whoever paid Pedr to break into my room. Someone sent that gun up to the Heights, that wasn’t Angela. Sloane, we know he visited Emily after I left the Cog with her. And his name’s on that list, along with Angela, Marcus, and Wellons.” I looked up. “Lotta folks interested in us.”
“What do we do?” Wilson asked.
“I don’t know. Hide some more. Dig up some information about this thing. Why everyone wants it. Figure out who we’re up against, and why.” I slipped the Cog into my coat pocket and stood up. “But first, we hide.”
Chapter Nine
We moved at night, down the Prior Grosse and into the Long March wards. I was careful of the sky, dashing between buildings and staying to the narrow alleyways. We followed the terraces down towards the Reine, where the streets covered generations of pipework and history. We went down to the cisterns.
Walking through the old avenues reminded me of home. We were uncomfortably close to the Burn family grounds. Tomb was near the top of Veridon, but great old Burn made his lands farther from the thick walls of the old city. I saw the eternal lights of Tower Burn looming in crimson stained glory over the other buildings on its terrace. I hurried on.
Emily drew up beside me. She had her hands in her pockets. Wilson was a shadow behind us.
“Jacob, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to go like this.”
I kept my eyes forward. “Sure. You had your reasons for doing things.”
“No, I mean it.” She plucked at the sleeve of my coat, an irritated gesture. “Don’t get all noble on me. It was a gamble, but I figured you were up to it. I figured that if the Tombs were involved, well.” She shrugged. “That’s just the sort of job you were born for, isn’t it?”
“Born and raised. But next time you gamble with my skin, lady, maybe let me know.”
“You might have turned down the job.”
“I might have. But I might have gone in better prepared. When did it occur to you that Tomb might be trying to get a hold of me, Em? When those men came looking for me, in your office? When the Badge chased me out of your apartment?” I turned to look at her. Her face was pale, like winterglass. “Was it when you sent me into the Manor Tomb, to fetch that Cog?”
“No!” she hissed. She turned her shoulders to me. Her face was pale, sure, but it was anger. She slammed her finger into my ribs. “Damn it, no. I wouldn’t sell you out like that. If I thought it, before then, if I thought it was a
