Lucius nodded. “Fair enough. Hell, if they actually did, I’d be tempted to think you guys were in charge, not the jaguar royals.”
“Anyway. So we’ve got a black star demon, a white wind god, and a red skybearer. What does that give us?”
“A bad joke about walking into a bar?”
“Shit.”
“Sorry. On the upside, they’re all connected to the sky.” Lucius stared at the pictures. “You said there was at least one more, right? That plays for me—these feel like they should be paired off. Black versus white. Red versus . . . Well, that’s what we need to figure out, isn’t it? We need to know what and where it is, and what Keban is planning.”
“He mentioned waiting for ?the proper days? to collect the two artifacts that hadn’t already been unearthed. If we figure one was tonight, the lunar eclipse, then what’s the next day of barrier activity between now and the solstice?”
Lucius tapped a few keys. “The Gemenid meteor shower on the fourteenth.”
“Which gives us three days to either grab Keban or find the fourth artifact and ambush him when he goes for it.” The winikin wanted to meet on the twenty-first, but Dez didn’t dare let it go that long. “Piece of cake,” he said drily, glancing into the other room, and then going on alert when he realized Reese’s voice had gone sharp. “Or not.”
She was up and pacing, with the phone pressed to her ear. He couldn’t see her face, but her shoulders were tight, her body language radiating annoyance. She caught his eye, then looked away. But she didn’t shut the door.
He straightened, letting his bare feet hit the floor in the narrow space between bed and desk. “You’ll call when you find something?”
Lucius nodded. “It’s not like I’m going to be sleeping tonight. Might as well use the time for research. I’ll check into the powder Keban hit you with, maybe do a little more looking into the locations where these things have been found. I’ll ping you in the morning with an update, sooner if I find something.”
“Catch you later.” Dez ended the vid-con and closed the laptop, aware that the room next door had suddenly gone very quiet. He told himself to leave it alone, keep his damn distance. Close the door.
“You done with the computer?” she called.
“All set.” He folded it up and carried it through.
She was tipped back in her desk chair, eyes closed, one hand raised to pinch the bridge of her nose. Her hair had partway dried and was beginning to fluff out, and he had been right about the makeup—she looked younger without it, reminding him so strongly of the past that it made his chest ache. But her brows were furrowed and her face was etched with strain. And they were in this together . . . for the moment, at least.
He gave the laptop a gentle toss onto the bed, where it landed in the center of the sagging mattress. “You getting anywhere?”
“I’ve got a couple more threads to pull on the rental, but I have a feeling it’s going to come down to grunt work. Then again, that’s what I’m good at.” She sighed, then pushed herself upright and swung her feet to the floor, wincing as they hit.
“You’re hurting.” It came out like an accusation, though he hadn’t meant it to.
She shrugged. “It’s nothing.”
“Doesn’t look like nothing to me.” He jammed his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching for her. “And we did just roll the shit out of the Jeep—you’ve earned a few bruises.” He paused. “The vending machine probably has Tylenol.”
“I’ve already taken all the drugs I can if I want to be functional tomorrow. I . . .” She trailed off, pressed her lips together for a moment, and then said resignedly, “I was a little banged up to start with. A few years ago I got sloppy, and it caught up with me.”
Knowing he had given up the right to have an opinion on what she did, or how, he pokered up. “Go on.”
She sent him a measured look, but continued, “I was after a high-dollar bounty nobody else would touch, a real sleaze named MoJo, chasing his ass through this skanky apartment building, when I whipped around a corner and found him waiting for me. With an UZI.” She paused, smiling with zero humor. “I kept going, right out a second-story window. Seemed like the better option at the time.”
A chill washed through him. “Christ, Reese.”
She held up a hand. “Neither of us wants to do the whole ‘So what have you been up to for the past decade?’ thing, so let’s just leave the past where it belongs. But I figure you should know that I don’t bounce back as fast as I used to. I was in the hospital and rehab for a while, then turned private locator when I was back on my feet, partly because I had lost the taste for bounty hunting, and partly because these days I do better with the finding than the grabbing.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “I’m fine on a day-to-day basis, and Sasha worked some healing magic on me while I was at Skywatch, but all the rattling and rolling we did today threw something out of whack again.”
“Why the hell didn’t you say something before I dragged you hiking in the dark? If I had known, I would’ve —” He broke off because there wasn’t much he could’ve done different. They had needed to get moving before the cops arrived, and calling for a ’port pickup wasn’t an option. He had to stay the hell away from Skywatch until he’d dealt with Keban, or things could get seriously ugly.
“I didn’t tell you partly because my instincts are telling me that you’re right—we’re better off staying out and here following our noses. Or, rather, your nose.” That was the plan—if none of her inquiries yielded better options, they would return to the crash site in the morning to see if he could track the bastard’s scent trail.
“If that was ‘partly’ it, what was the rest?”
“Because I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” she snapped, eyes suddenly flaring. “I don’t need a man to tell me how to run my life.”
“Whoa.” He held up both hands. “Rewind. I wasn’t—”
“I’m not talking about you.” She glared at the phone she had tossed on the desk.
She hadn’t been arguing with a contact, he realized suddenly. It had been a man. Leave now, he told himself. Close the door. Instead, he bared his teeth. “Boyfriend back in LA giving you grief about being gone?”
She shot him an unreadable look. “He’s just a friend. And I’m in Denver now.”
“You moved back?” That shouldn’t have bothered him, just as it shouldn’t have bothered him that she had a “friend.” She had her own life, her own existence. And he didn’t have any fucking right to comment on either.
And if he kept telling himself that, maybe it would sink in.
“I flew back when I heard the VWs had gunned you down. Then, after . . .” She hesitated. “I stayed. Denver was home.” Or it had been once he was gone, he realized. And he couldn’t blame her for that. She continued: “It wasn’t hard to move the locator business. It’s mostly Internet searches and phone calls, with the occasional plane ride and face-to-face for variety.”
“When did you get hurt?” What she had described wasn’t sloppy, it was suicidal. And if he focused on that, it would keep him from going where he way didn’t belong.
“No.” She crossed her arms, shaking her head. “No more ‘remember when’ crap. I only told you about my getting hurt so you would know I’m not the ass kicker I used to be. Not to get sympathy points, or what-the-hell- ever. So just leave it alone.”
“You said a few years, which puts it right around the last time we saw each other.” He had been pissed off about getting convicted for a bunch of small shit that he knew had come from her, deep in withdrawal from the black artifact having been locked away with the rest of his effects, and about bursting with rage and self-pity. And he had been fucking ugly to her. Hateful. Worse, even, than Keban at his nastiest.
He should know. It was one of the two scenes Anntah had shown him, over and over again, using the guilt, shame, and pain to break him down to nothing, so he could be rebuilt tougher and stronger, and ready to be a good Nightkeeper.
Reese didn’t say anything, but although his instincts weren’t as uncannily accurate as hers, they were good enough, and right now they were telling him he had nailed it. After that last visit, when he’d pretty much blamed her for everything that had gone wrong in his life, she had headed home. And she had freaking decompressed.
