“No, she’s fine. She’s with me. We’re headed to see Finn now. But she tells me the outer perimeter’s down, that something’s wrong with the Needle’s magical defenses.”
“How the hell would she know?”
I spoke, hoping the microphone would pick up my voice. “There’s enough bat in me that I can feel protective wards. The strong ones hurt like a bad sunburn.”
I heard the clicking of keys of a keyboard, then Anderson said, “The records say they were just checked a week ago.”
“Bullshit.”
“I’ll make a couple of calls, see if I can get someone out there. In the meantime, you might consider aborting. If the barriers have been lowered, something big may be going down.”
I shook my head.
“I think it might be better if I go on in and speak to the warden in person.” Dom didn’t put any particular emphasis on his words, but they made Anderson pause. With good reason—Dom Rizzoli is a high-level intuitive. I’ve seen him in action. Intuition is a subtle gift but an incredibly useful one. Dom was giving his boss a big, fat hint that we needed to visit the prison.
“If you say so. But be careful, Dom. I don’t like this.”
Him and me both.
The second perimeter was no stronger than the first. It made my skin crawl, but there was no buzz to it, no pain. This was so bad. As he drove, Dom had been watching me out of the corner of his eyes. When he saw that I didn’t flinch at the second barrier, his eyes darkened.
“Where’s the minefield from here?” I asked. It had been a long time since I read about the prison, but that detail had stuck in my head.
“It’s between the second and third rings,” Dom answered, “so we’re driving past it right now. Despite all the protests, it’s still unmarked.”
I remembered reading about the protests in the news. They happened from time to time, with the protesters saying that the minefield was a menace and should be fenced in and marked with warning signs. The last round of pickets had taken place shortly before the most recent election. The governor had made a public statement about it, basically saying, “Yeah, it’s a menace. It’s supposed to be. Get over it.” He was reelected by a landslide.
Shortly before we reached the third ring, the SUV hit a bumpy patch of road about twelve feet long—a section where sensors had been put in place to scan approaching vehicles for magic and weapons. This time I actually felt the power wash over me. It
“That’s what you were expecting from the perimeters?” Dom asked tensely.
“At
He grunted in response as we neared the outer fence and the first guard post.
The fence itself was impressive. Built of sand-colored concrete, the base stood fourteen feet high and three feet thick. Triple rows of razor wire spooled above the concrete barrier in dizzying helixes, dangerous and beautiful in the bright sunlight. Motion sensors and video surveillance cameras were set every few feet, pointing in every direction so that not an inch of the area inside the wall was out of view. I assumed there were a number of guards assigned to view the camera feeds at all times.
The prison’s parking lot was outside the wall, for additional security. As Rizzoli turned into the lot, I studied the entryway. Two small guard posts flanked the heavy metal gate, which was just wide enough for two people to walk through abreast. The narrow space between the buildings was filled by a built-in full-body security scanner like the ones used at airports. The twin guard stations were made of tan brick, with white trim around the thick bulletproof glass of the windows and doors. The whole setup was spelled so heavily I could feel it, even from this distance and in the protective confines of Rizzoli’s SUV.
We pulled into one of the six marked visitors’ spaces. A pair of armed guards approached, wearing the Needle’s standard security uniforms: navy DETENTION CENTER ball caps, bright white starched shirts, and navy dress slacks. They hadn’t drawn their weapons, but the snaps on their holsters were undone. Their tinted aviator sunglasses hid their eyes, and their mouths were set in identical grim lines.
As we waited for the guards to scan the vehicle with technology and magic, Rizzoli turned to look at me. “You’re sure about this?”
Actually, I wasn’t. I hated the sight of this place. It reminded me of the Zoo, the prison for preternatural creatures that used to exist in the desert near Santa Maria de Luna. Bad things had happened there. I’d seen some of them. This place had the same feel to it. I so didn’t want to go in there. But I needed to. “I’m okay,” I said, lying as I slathered on sunblock from a little tube I’d tucked into my jacket pocket earlier.
“Yeah, right.” He snorted, then pressed the button to open the back hatch. “You’re going to have to leave your weapons here.”
“Fine.” I’d known they wouldn’t allow me to carry weapons inside in the facility. I wasn’t positive they’d let Rizzoli keep his; even though he’s law enforcement, the Needle was an ultra-max facility.
Gathering my courage, I opened the car door and hopped out. The heat slapped against me with almost physical force. I could taste the dusty grit of sand in my mouth.
The guard on my side of the SUV took a step back, giving me room to move but staying out of reach. He didn’t bother greeting me. That was fine. I wasn’t feeling all that social.
Rizzoli chatted with the other guard as I strode around behind the vehicle and started disarming. My jacket came off first, then the knives and sheaths. After that I removed the gun and holster at my waistband. Finally I shucked off the Derringer and my little ankle holster.
As the weaponry stacked up, the guard’s eyebrows started rising until I could see them, blond and bushy, above the rims of the sunglasses.
“I believe in being prepared.” I smiled when I said it.
“No shit.” He laughed, the first crack in his professional tough guy persona.
“Is that everything?” Dom asked as he joined me.
“Yup.”
“All right.” Choosing a small key from his ring, he turned the lock placed discreetly on the far left corner of the back compartment. I heard a soft popping sound and Rizzoli slid the tips of his fingers beneath something I couldn’t see—nice illusion spell at work there—and flipped up a section of false floor.
This revealed a weapons safe with digital and bio controls not unlike the one I had back home. It was very nice. I guessed that it was also very expensive, since it looked as if it had been built into the car. My tax dollars had evidently been put to very good use.
“Sweet.” The guard beside me said what I was thinking.
“This is my personal vehicle. The ones in the staff cars aren’t nearly as nice.”
Aha. So much for the tax dollars.
If we’d been alone I would’ve had him tell me all about it. I love tech toys and weapons and everything connected with them. We could’ve had a wonderful discussion about all the details. But the guard on Rizzoli’s side of the vehicle was practically twitching with impatience, so now was not the time.
“Remind me to ask you about this later. I have to get a new vehicle anyway. I may decide to have one of these put in.”
“Sure,” Dom agreed as he went through the multiple security steps to get the safe open. When the door finally swung up, he stepped aside, giving me room to stack my gear on top of the things he already had stored inside. Little things like stacks of spell disks, ammo, a double-barreled shotgun, a riot gun, and a pair of Glock 9mms.
Glancing over my shoulder at “my” guard, I said in a mock whisper, “He likes to be prepared, too.”
It won me a snicker from him and a glare from his partner.
Dom locked the safe and the trunk, and the four of us took the short walk to the gate.
“Ladies first.” The guard next to Dom made it sound like a threat. Rizzoli turned, giving the man an unfriendly look.
“No. I think I’ll go first.” Dom opened the gate and stepped through. I waited as the machine did its thing. When it finished, the guards locked inside the guardhouse waved him through. Then it was my turn.
