“Then stay here so we can both do a search. After that, we can—”
“No. The search needs to be done now. If someone told those Nymar across the street to rile up the neighbors to draw us away from here, then it was probably to clear a path for whoever came and went in between the scheduled songs or jumps or whatever the hell we’re supposed to call this stripper subway.”
“Good one. I think I just decided what I’m calling it from now on.”
Jordan poked the keys on her phone and stuck it into one of the microscopic pockets in her sweat shorts. “They’re ready for you on the other side.”
All Paige had to do was tilt her face upward to get Cole to come closer to her. The crooked line of her nose cast a funny shadow on her face when the glow from the wall hit her. Despite the recent escalation in their partnership, he still hadn’t noticed all the little scars she’d collected throughout her tenure as a Skinner. And even though her hair had been cut within the last week, it was already getting unruly around the edges.
“Most of these guys are good enough,” she said, “but that doesn’t mean we’ll assume they’re above stealing some better gear. You’re smart. Come up with a way to figure out what was taken from here that was so important to the people who broke the schedule that they couldn’t take a number like everyone else.”
“And you’ve got to hang back when you find them,” Cole said. “If you need backup, call and let me know.”
“So you’re keeping tabs on me?”
“No, I’m your partner. Even when you decide to shoot your mouth off to the wrong people.”
“Fair enough.”
He couldn’t hear Jordan’s voice, but he could feel the energy building within the beads like a static charge that rippled ahead of a thunderstorm. As Paige backed up, she nodded at something behind him. He turned and saw Abel standing in the doorway leading to the workshop. There was more crackling before Jordan let out a string of ethereal notes and Paige was gone. Paige didn’t emerge on the other side of the curtain. All that was left was the scent of the Dryad energy and the clatter of the beads knocking against each other like any other outdated decorative room divider. Jordan sat back down, crossed her legs and resumed texting.
The Dryads assured him that walking through the beads when they weren’t active was perfectly safe. Even so, Cole maneuvered around them cautiously, placing one shoulder against the wall and stepping past as quickly as possible. He went to Jordan and asked, “What did the people look like?”
“The ones who were in such a hurry to leave?”
“Yeah.”
“There were four of them. Two were Nymar. I thought that was strange and tried telling someone about it, but they said it was okay.”
“Was one of the Nymar a woman and the other some bald guy with a long beard?” Jordan nodded immediately. “You got it. One of the guys was tall with red hair.”
“And the other one carried a bunch of knives.”
Relaxing into her corner again, Jordan shifted her attention back to the little keyboard on her phone. “That’s them.”
“Where’d they go once they got here?”
“They split up. The woman and the redhead went into …” Rather than acknowledge the dissection room by name, she waved as if the room where Henry’s remains had been kept was a festering sore growing in one corner. “The other two headed that way with the rest,” she explained while pointing toward the workroom.
“That’s great, Jordan,” Cole said. “Thanks.”
“Anytime, sweetie.”
“What’s going on here?” Abel asked him. “Who broke the transport schedule?”
“Oh, now you notice, huh?”
“What do you mean? I can smell the pine, so I know someone went through. Was it Paige? Where is she?”
“Why don’t you ask your cop buddies outside?”
Abel smirked and started picking something from between his teeth. “We told you we had some friends on the force.”
“But there’s plenty more you didn’t tell us, right?”
When Cole walked to the smaller doorway in the other corner, his path was quickly blocked by the lankier Skinner. “What’s up your ass?” Abel asked. “If you got some kinda problem, just spill it.”
“Those cops were expecting something to happen,” he said. “The Nymar inside that house across the street were expecting something too. For that matter, how is it that you didn’t know there were Nymar camped out across the street?”
“In case you haven’t had a look around, there’s mason jars full of Nymar blood, venom, spit, and probably a few goddamn stool samples in the next room. My palms haven’t itched this bad since I hit puberty. How the hell are we supposed to feel when a few more Nymar sneak in across the street?”
“This is your town, Abel. None of you guys have let anyone forget it since you got here. And, I might add, you got here way after me and Paige arrived.”
“If you must know, Jory needed all of us to deal with a bunch of Half Breeds tearing through Lima, Ohio. We don’t need to check in with you, those geeks at MEG, or any other goddamn body before we make a move to defend our territory. You got something to say about that?”
“Not really. I’ve got more important things to do.” Cole shoved past him and walked into the starkly lit room that was dominated by a large table and several racks of equipment suited for jobs ranging from surgery to welding. There was a computer set up along the far wall, which was his first stop.
“You gotta understand where I’m coming from, man,” Abel said while tagging along behind him. “I’m tight with my partners. Skinners gotta be that way since we don’t exactly work well in big teams. Plus, you gotta expect to catch some flak from the rest of us.”
Cole’s fingers flew over the computer’s keyboard to access a set of hidden files that he’d placed after the house was turned into Grand Central Station. “Really? Why’s that?”
“You, Paige, and Rico all got first dibs on this stuff. While we all appreciate what you’ve done, we should’ve all gotten a chance to carve off a piece of that freak before Rico came in to take him away.”
Cole’s fingers paused momentarily. He’d known that Paige must have said something to the others about the empty space on the examination table where Lancroft’s prize catch had been. Since Rico hadn’t wanted to participate in what he knew was going to be a mess, he went back to his own business and left the infighting to the rest of what he called the “more sociable” Skinners. Pinning the disappearance of Henry’s body on him seemed the best way to shut the others up about it. Even when he was in another state, Rico wasn’t someone people wanted to question.
“Be honest,” Abel said once Cole resumed typing, “Rico split some of that Full Blood meat up with you and Paige, right? If you got some of it stashed, it’s only fair to at least let us know. I mean, coming in and taking that carcass away when the rest of us were followin’ the rules laid down from you Chicago folks just ain’t sporting.”
“Well, that’s Rico for ya.”
“What the hell are you doing?”
The computer’s display was split into two sections. One of them was a small window in the corner where Cole’s interface was located and an image of the examination room as seen from the top of the computer’s table filled the rest of the screen. A time stamp at the bottom rolled backward as Cole held down a button. “This computer’s got a camera attached to it.”
“It does?”
“Yes,” he said, since he’d been the one to attach it. “That way, we can see who comes and goes through here to get to the valuable stuff.”
“You didn’t go back far enough. That freak was dragged out of here at least—”
“I’m not looking for that.”
“So what are you looking for?”
Rolling backward through the video until he found the image of someone walking directly past the computer, Cole played it at normal speed. “That’d be it.”
Abel leaned in to see. “That’s the dude from Toronto. Bobby.”
“Right, but that’s not the same Nymar he had with him the last time.”
“Sure it is.”
The image on the screen wasn’t perfect, but it was good enough for him to pick out the differences between
