Текст книги "Fair Game"
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Maybe not, said Leslie. She sat down beside Anna on the dark brown bench seat and put her purse on the table. Someone gave something to me, a long time ago and Ive never used it. I think mostly because I was afraid. What if Id tried to use it and it failed?
She opened her purse, dug down until she found her wallet, and slipped a plain white card out, handing it to Beauclaire. It looked like a business card to Anna, but instead of a name, the word gift was typed in the center of the card.
Beauclaire took it and rubbed his fingers across it, and a faint smile crossed his face.And how did you get this?
Leslie looked uncomfortable almost embarrassed. Its real, right?
He nodded, still playing with the card.Its real, all right.
She took a deep breath.It happened like this, she said, and spun a tale of monsters who ate children and childhood dreams including Leslies puppy and a fierce old woman who knew a little of the fae, and about a debt owed and a bargain made.
You can use it to fix your daughters knee? Leslie asked.
Beauclaire shook his head and handed the card back to Leslie.No. But Ill remember you offered and Ill give you some advice, if you dont mind. The fae who gave that to you did it with the best of intentions. For all that we do not reproduce, we tend to be a very long-lived people. Treasach was very old, and powerful, too. But death comes for us all, eventually, and it came to him.
Leslie tucked the card away and rubbed her eyes with the edge of her finger so her makeup wouldnt run. I dont know why Im feeling this way. Its stupid. I met him once, for less than ten minutes
and
I wont forget him.
No, agreed Beauclaire gravely. Treasach was a marvel. Poet, fighter, joyful companion, and there are no more of his like to be found. None of us will forget him. Fae magic, though, sometimes has a mind of its own. That was given to you to resolve a debt. He intended it to be a gift and a blessing, but his death means that his will no longer binds that bit of magic. Use it or not, as you wish but use it for a small thing, or for something that equals the grief of a good man who could not spare a child the pain of her puppys fate. If you remember his exact words, use it for that by his words and by the debt this magic is tamed. Go beyond those things with your wish, and it will cause havoc of an unpleasant kind.
Do you have healers? Anna asked.
Healing is among the great magics and we have very few healers left among us and most of them are even less trustworthy than Treasachs gift would be. He took a drink of his beer and nodded to Leslie. My daughter will walk again, but she will not dance. It is the way of mortals. Theyfling themselves at life and emerge broken.
She survived, said Anna. Shes tough. She fought them every step of the way. Shell make it.
Beauclaire nodded politely.Some mortals do. Some of them make it just fine when horrible things happen to them. Some of them
He shook his head and took another sip of his beer and then said with quiet savagery, Sometimes broken people stay broken. He looked at her. Why am I telling you all of this?
Anna shrugged.People talk to me. She didnt know what else to say, so she followed her impulse. Ive been where Lizzie is, brutalized and terrified. Someone rescued me before my captors were able to kill me. Next to that
losing something she loves is tragic. But she doesnt seem to be the kindwho will think that she would be better off dead not in the long run.
Beauclaire looked at his glass.Im sorry to hear that you had to be rescued.
She shrugged again.That which does not destroy us makes us stronger, right? It came out sounding flippant, so she added, I knew a woman when I was in school. She was smart, a talented musician, and hardworking. She came to college and found out that those werent enough to make her a first violin, or even a second and she tried to kill herself because she had to sit with the third violins. It was the first real disappointment shed ever had in her life and she didnt know how to deal with it. Those of us who live in the real world and survive horrible things, we emerge stronger and ready to face tomorrow. Lizzie will be okay.
Beauclaire frowned at her. He looked away and then said,You might visit her and tell her that.
She didnt want to. She wasnt a counselor and she didnt like talking about what had happened to her to strangers though it hadnt stopped her tonight, had it? Anna was okay because Charles found her and taught her to be strong. Lizzie would have to find her own strength, and Anna didnt know how to tell her where to find it.
Ill see what I can do, she promised reluctantly. She was exhausted from being on display, and from thinking about things shed tried to put behind her. If youll excuse me, I think Ill go visit the ladies room.
She left Leslie talking to the fae and let herself out of the banquet room. Away from the noise and the room full of mostly strangers, Anna felt better. Shed use the restroom, eat the food shed ordered, and go home.
When she came out of the restroom, she wasnt pleased to see that Agent Heuter was leaning against the wall next to the door. There was no one left in the restaurant proper it must have closed at ten. So she and Heuter were alone in the hallway next to the entrance for the room where the party was still going strong.
So you are the heroine of the day, he said.
Something in his voice didnt track and she frowned at him. Not really, no. If youll excuse me?
But he stepped in front of her.No. I dont think so. Not today.
And someone who wasnt there grabbed her from behind and sent her to sleep.
11
Anna woke with a sickly sweet taste in her mouth that spread into her nose and up through her sinuses, deadening anything else her nose might tell her.
Nausea and a rotten headache vied with the silver collar and high-silver-content, medieval-style cuffs and chains for the honors of the most miserable distractions. Anna tried to remember what had happened that had left her chained up like someones extreme BDSM fantasy in a human-sized cage that hung in a large empty room. It was dark, and she was alone.
Shed been talking to Heuter, whod been acting weird. And then
jeez. Had they really chloroformed her? Decades-long killing spree, witchs magic, rare old scary fae bloodlines and they used chloroform. Several times, if her vague memories of waking up in the backseat of a car were accurate.
That just seemed so
mundane.
She rose to her hands and knees and that was as far as the chains would let her go. She let the burn of the silver and the desperate need to upchuck her dinner keep her from panic as she tried to think around the headache for a plan of attack.
Lizzie had been raped within hours of when they took her. It was almost the first thing that they had done. And that was the thought that made Anna throw up.
As delicious as the food in Isaacs Irish pub had been, it didnt taste very good the second time around. She managed to get most of it out of the cage, but enough lingered on her hair for some reason having her hands cuffed and chained had impeded her ability to keep her hair out of her mouth and had spattered on the edge of the floor that it added to her misery.
And then she wondered if she was as alone in the room as she had thought. She hadnt been able to see or smell the fae whod been guarding Lizzies prison on the island. Panic threatened and she forced it down because it wouldnt do her any good.
Charles would be looking for her by now. But when she tried their bond, it was closed as tight as it ever had been. Didnt he know she was missing? Isaac would tell him right away. But what if Isaac didnt know? What if Heuter told him that Anna had decided to go back to the condo on her own? But that didnt make sense, because Isaac would be able to tell Heuter was lying and Heuter knew that. Hed have to stay as far out of the way as he could so he didnt give himself away to the werewolves.
So why hadnt Charles opened the bond between them?
There was noise outside the cavernous room and Anna crouched low, trying to quiet her breathing and slow down her pounding heart so she could hear through the closed doors and the walls. They were talking pretty loudly so it wasnt too hard to get most of it.
pretty one. I like the women and the pretty ones best.
I thought you had decided you were a superhero, Bulldog? Heuters voice was mocking.
It pays well, the stranger said. Better than janitorial work. Never got a blow job for cleaning a floor; got one for saving that hooker from her pimp. This one we got now is pretty. Isnt she pretty?
Not as pretty as the one you let get away, said Heuter.
Not my fault. Not my fault. That big wolf he was going to kill me. There was an edge of hysteria in the mans voice and an odd cadence to his speech pattern. You never said theyd have a monster with them. Killing werewolves isnt hard. I killed all of them Uncle Travis sent me. Why is that one so hard to kill?
The witch did something, said Heuter. Used some kind of magic so the wolf could see you, and it must have made him stronger. The girl we got tonight is his wife.
Hes going to be so mad at me. He sounded scared.
Heuter headed it off at the pass.He has to find us first. This will be the last one for the year, and then well move on.
I get her first, said the man who wasnt Heuter. Anna was pretty sure that Heuter was not the fae surely Beauclaire would have been able to tell if he had been. She decided that the other man must be the fae. Neither of them sounded old, and Lizzie had told them that one man was older and if Anna decided one of the speakers was the fae, no unseen person could be watching her from the shadows.
I get her first because that wolf hurt me. I get to hurt her. Im going to take her until she understands whos boss. I m
He continued in that vein, working himself into a frenzy as he used fouler and fouler language to describe her fate in ugly detail. Anna deliberately tuned him out. Shed learned how to do that shortly after shed been Changed and there had been no Charles to save her from the crazy bastards in the broken Chicago pack.
She couldnt feel Charles. He was going to be too late, and that would destroy him. She tugged on the chains, but theyd held werewolves before and there was no way she could break them. Blowing on her hands to ease the burn, she thought about how Isaac had said that his wolf Otten had been waiting for achance and the killers hadnt given him one.
She couldnt afford to wait she had to make her own chance. Because Anna had been a victim once upon a time, and she was damned sure never going to be one again.
Despite her determination, she was scared. Her chances werent good these men had managed to kill a lot of people, werewolves and fae, some of them considerably more experienced at protecting themselves than she was.
The sick, acrid smell of her terror burned out the last of the chloroform from her nose and she grabbed her fear, the lingering pain of the headache, and the ache that was seeping into her muscles from the silver. She pitted it all against the metal cuffs that held her neck, wrists, and ankles and called on the change.
These were not a pack of werewolves; they were human and fae. Raping Anna when she was a wolf was an entirely different proposition from doing the same to her when she didnt have freakishly sharp teeth and claws that would be a credit to any cougar on the planet.
The change always hurt. Always. And shed long ago learned to use the pain to bully her way through the freaky feeling of her bones stretching and bunching, of muscles growing and teeth sharpening that was so much more intolerable than mere pain.
This time the change was worse than usual.
Her throat buckled under the pressure of the silver collar. Then it rehealed and buckled again, trapped inside a metal band that was too small to contain it. She thought shed just stymied her kidnappers by killing herself when something in the more-fragile mechanism of the lock finally broke, sending a piece of metal flying. The collar fell away from her, hitting the floor and bits of chain with a harsh clank.
Sucking in air like a bellows, she still had to hold on to her thoughts and make her arms that were becoming her front legs move at just the right time while her hands were still hands but after her arms had slightly reshaped in order to get out of the wrist manacles. Her wrists bled and she panted, trying to keep quiet, as she dragged herself free of the two-inch-wide silver bands that imprisoned her. She didnt worry about the cuffs on her ankles because they were wider and the wolf would just step out of them.
She waited, but there was no pause in the conversation outside. Either they were too involved to notice, they expected her to be making some noise, or their ears were too human to hear through the walls the way she could hear them.
She lay spent for a moment then realized that moment was dragging on into the next without any further change happening. Dangerous to stay half-shifted, though some of the most dominant wolves could do it for a while. She scrambled for a way to continue the change, but her body was exhausted, shaking with the need for food and
They had doped her up with something. Mostly werewolves were immune to drugs and alcohol. Their metabolism just ran through it too fast, but they had given her something, probably a whole lot of something. GHB or Rohypnol, maybe or some sedative designed to keep her passive. It had been no match for the adrenaline surge that the thought of being helpless in the hands of rapists and murderers had brought but it had stalled out her shift.
Pain came in waves, because her body wasnt meant to be caught between for this long. Fluids, clear, pink, and bright red, began to leak onto the floor of the cage. She reached out for Charles and found the moon instead.
Tomorrow would come the night of the full moon, when her song was too strong to resist, but tonight she was waxing and full of strength that she lent to her daughter who asked. With a painful jerkiness that scraped chain and manacles loudly on the bottom of the cage as her muscles flexed and tore and reshaped themselves, Anna restarted her change.
Charles was deep into his work. Brother Wolf loved the hunt even when it was on computers instead of in flesh and blood. Both of them could smell their prey, weak and quivering just out of their reach. So the first knock on the door elicited no more than a growl of annoyance.
It was Brother Wolf who noticed something was wrong the second time the knock came. Even buried in the endgame of his hunt, his senses were still on alert, and they told Brother Wolf that the smart FBI lady, the smart FBI man who tried very hard to be underestimated, the fae whose daughter had been hurt, and the local Alpha were knocking on his door and they were all supposed to be with his mate, who was not here.
Anna. Charles reached for her, but he couldnt touch her through their bond, not even through their pack bond. With his help, his ghosts had well and truly isolated him.
Enraged and terrified for Anna in equal measures, he opened the door knowing his eyes were showing Brother Wolf.Wheres Anna? he growled.
Isaac was supposed to make sure no one hurt her while Charles worked. The temptation to blame the Olde Towne Alpha rose and was banished. Anna was Charless; she was his to protect and he had failed. Brother Wolf wanted to charge into the night and kill until they found her; Charles held him back with the knowledge that there were better ways to find Anna faster and that blood would flow when he did.
We were hoping you could tell us, Isaac said. She went to the ladies room and never came back. You two are mated, right? Can you tell where she is?
Charles tried again. Right there and then, with the others still standing in the doorway, he tried again to open up the bonds hed closed to protect her.
Nothing. He tried harder, tried until it hurt worse than the change. He growled and tried again and felt the ghosts who haunted him howl in triumph. He turned and walked almost blindly until he stared into the big mirror in the bedroom. The ghosts were unrecognizable, having melted into one creature with fifty mouths and twenty hands that were busily tying the ribbon of his bond into knots.
We can kill her no matter how you try to protect her, it told him, its voices high and vicious.Your fault, your fault we died, your fault she dies. One voice started laughing, and then the others continued until there was an unholy cacophony in his head.
There was a drip of blood leaking out of Charless nose and the whites of his eyes were pink from broken blood vessels it made his yellow eyes look particularly bizarre.
Did you try to track her? he asked Isaac, as Charles continued to stare into the mirror, his voice so low and rough he didnt recognize it as his own. He stuffed his rage into a small icy place and promised it release if it would let him work right now. He would be cold and controlled untilhe found where they had stashed his Anna and then hed take them down into small, bite-sized chunks.
Yes, the Olde Towne Alpha said. Charles turned away from the mirror to find Isaac watching him warily from the relative safety of the living room as he continued to explain. I trailed her into the ladies room and out again. Then she walked about two feet the wrong way if she intended togo back into the party which she did, because shed ordered another round of fish and chips according to the waitress who delivered it and then her scent trail just ends. Like Ottens did.
Isaac must be a good tracker. It was unusual for a wolf that new to be able to trail that well, even in wolf form. No matter how good he was, Charles was better.
The computer hadnt confirmed his guesses yet, but he was only waiting for the final nail. He considered going after the people he had decided were behind the killings but if he was wrong, it meant Anna would stay in her kidnappers hands while he chased down the wrong trail. And then there was the problem that the people he was looking at had nearly Brans resources and he would need
Whats wrong with him? Leslie asked in a quiet voice that nonetheless interrupted his thoughts. Why is he bleeding like that? Do you see his eyes? They werent like that when he opened the door.
I dont have a clue, Isaac said in a calm voice. Look, you two, you dont stand a chance if he loses it. You stay out here, back, out of the way keep your guns out and watch. If he looks like he is headed your way, just shoot and make sure your shot counts. If hes the wolf Ithink he is, hed rather be dead than have you become collateral damage. And if hes far enough gone that hes taking out civilians, hes not going to be much help to Anna anyway.
Civilians? said the male FBI officer, sounding offended. Brother Wolf might have known his name, if he had cared. But his mate was missing and he cared for nothing and no one except for that.
Isaac ignored him maybe hed fallen for that tired, worn-looking mien, but Brother Wolf knew better. He recognized a fellow predator in the male FBI agent, even though Goldstein the name rose up when he called for it Goldstein was no threat to anything Charles cared about.
Humans are civilians here, said Charles. To himself he sounded calm. And you might listen to Isaac, though I dont think Im far enough gone to hurt our allies. Isaac, I should be able to find her but Im not going to be able to use our link tonight. His throat shut down as Brother Wolf fought to the surface in a panic at Charless admission.
Anna was missing. Anna was in the hands of the people whod hurt the little dancer. His Anna whod already survived so much hed sworn nothing like that would ever happen to her again when she was theirs. And they had failed, Brother Wolf and Charles, two souls sharing one skin
They had failed their mate.
Charles convinced Brother Wolf that they had a better chance of finding Anna in man-shape rather than as wolf, but it took more willpower than he knew he had to do it.
He cant find her? Leslie asked.
I told you it wasnt a sure thing, Isaac told her. The mating bond is a very personal thing.
Isaac was doing a good job of keeping his Alpha nature tamped down; his voice was soft and nonthreatening. Brother Wolf liked Isaac, but just now would not be a good time to interest him in proving who was more dominant. People got killed in fights like that and Brother Wolf was craving violence just now.
You also said if it didnt work, we might be in serious trouble, said the tough little dancers fae father. Because there isnt a person in this city more dangerous than a wolf whose mate is in danger. Are we in serious trouble?
Yes, thought Charles. He needed to do something urgent but Brother Wolfs rage was clouding his thoughts. He needed to get to his computer and confirm
I dont want those bastards to get Anna, Leslie said. If Charles cant find her, what about my wish? You said it was dangerous to use except in specific or small ways. But I lost a puppy and now were trying to find another one.
Charles narrowed his eyes at her.What wish?
Beauclaire ignored him, staring at Leslie with something approaching delight.Clever, he said. Oh, that is a clever way to look at it.
A fae man left me a gift when I was a child, Leslie said to Charles, and she remembered not to look him in the eyes. To make up for not being there to rescue my puppy, I think. Ive never used it and our expert in fae magic says that I need to be careful with it. But that sounds likea fair exchange to me. She looked at Beauclaire.
Gravely, he nodded.I think that might be right.
She opened her purse and took out her wallet, and Charles could smell the magic from where he stood. Fae magic strong enough to make him sneeze, powerful enough to give him hope. She pulled out a little white card from her billfold.Im not exactly sure how to do this.
Magic follows intention, said Charles, and Beauclaire gave him a sharp look. Tell it what you want and tear up the card to seal the deal.
Since when did the Marroks son become an expert in fae magic? asked Beauclaire and Charles saw Goldstein look very bland. It was the Marroks son that had done it. Goldstein had heard that term before and now wanted to know what it meant.
Since when did the fae give up information on the werewolves? countered Charles silkily. Anna was missing: he didnt care what Goldstein found out. But the fae would do very nicely to sate Brother Wolfs desire to tear into flesh until it bled. Beauclaire, Brother Wolf decided, would be aworthy opponent, and once he killed something, maybe he could think clearly again.
Beauclaire took a cautious step back and Isaac eased between them.You dont want to do anything rash, Charles, he cautioned. Were all on the same team here.
I wish said Leslie, drawing Charless attention away from the fae. I wish
She looked at Charles. One lost puppy for another but Anna is yours as Toby was mine. So I wish that as I lost my puppy, my dog that I loved, that Charles should find his lost wolf. She tore thecard in half and the magic
did something.
Charless phone rang before he could figure out what the magic had done. Its sudden blaring ringtone that wasnt the song it sang when Anna called him irritated Brother Wolf, who pulled it out of their pocket and crushed it to make it stop.
Everyone in the condo quit breathing and Charles realized that his ability to speak coherently had apparently given them a false sense of safety.
How long until it works? he asked Beauclaire in a soft, soft voice.
The fae sighed.We dont even know it will work, werewolf. Something happened, but it wasnt my magic in that card. Treasach tended toward subtle magic that snuck up behind you.
Another cell phone rang and Charles growled. Isaac pulled out his phone and started to hit the off button, but paused.Four-zero-six is the Montana area code, right?
He answered the phone before Charles replied, and clear as day Charless fathers voice came out of the speaker of Isaacs phone.
I have a feeling that my son is in a bad place, Bran said. And I have made a habit of not ignoring my feelings especially when neither he nor Anna are answering their phones.
Isaac gave Charles a nervous glance.Thats right. Charles is here and Annas been taken by the murdering bastards weve been chasing. We have the FBI here, the two whove been working with us. And Beauclaire is present as well, the fae whose daughter we rescued yesterday.
It was a very good rundown of what was happening, Charles thought.
Why isnt Charles chasing down Anna?
Brother Wolf growled.
Thats not helpful, Charles, Bran said.
He says he cant contact her.
There was a very long pause and then his father said quietly,Charles. Is it the same thing that was bothering you before you went to Boston?
Charles couldnt answer, wasnt human enough to answer. He turned around and stalked to the far side of the room. If he hadnt killed them, hadnt executed those wolves in Minnesota, hed have been able to find Anna before she got hurt.
Before Boston
said Isaac and his voice trailed off. Oh, I know what you did before Boston, Charles. This could get messy, he said to the others, suddenly decisive. I think we can work something out, but it might be better if you people, who are a little too easy to hurt, are out of the way. Would you mind waiting in the hall?
You have something to talk about that you dont want us to hear, said Goldstein. You dont have to lie. Well go wait.
I never lie to the cops or the FBI, Isaac said. He was being truthful, Charles noted somewhat absently. Things might get pretty bad before they get better and I dont want you hurt.
Isaac didnt say anything to Beauclaire, but the fae said, I think Ill wait outside with the others. Hell be easier without me here.
There was a quiet click as his front door was shut and another as Isaac threw the dead bolt.
All right, Isaac said, and it took a moment for Charles to realize he was talking to Bran. Its just Charles and me though Beauclaire hears just fine. He might be able to hear every word we say.
Acceptable, said Charless da crisply. Beauclaire is trustworthy and he owes us a debt, if youve rescued his daughter.
Trust Da to know Beauclaire.
Fine, said Isaac. So am I reading this right and theres something about that fu He caught himself, probably remembering someone warning him not to swear around Bran. Charless father was old, and though he could swear with the best of them (usually in Welsh) he generally preferred to avoid it. He could get pretty scary with underlings who had foul mouths. Isaac continued with slightly milder adjectives. Screwed-up thing in Minnesota that Charles got stuck with that is somehow interfering with his bond with Anna?
I dont know, said Bran. Charles, is that what the problem is?
Charles didnt know Isaac well, and talking in front of him was akin to dancing naked in public. But if his father could figure out a way to help and if he couldnt, then no one could then he would have stripped off his clothes and run naked down Congress Street in downtown Boston at lunch hour just to get a chance to talk with him.
Theyve broken the link, Charles said.
Who has? asked Bran.
The ghosts of the people Ive killed who should have lived. He turned to look at his father, but all he saw was Isaac holding his cell phone open.
He smiled grimly at Isaac, who took a step back, and spoke to him.Another man would probably have a mental breakdown and blame all sorts of psychoses. But my grandfather was a shaman and he gave me the gift that allows me to see the ghosts of those Ive wronged.
So they are haunting you, Isaac said, his face quiet.
Charles hadnt expected the Alpha to get in his face and call him a liar Charles was the Marroks hatchet man, after all. But the simple belief he saw made him remember that Isaacs grandfather could see ghosts, too.
And they are haunting me, he said, Brother Wolf standing down a little from immediate attack. Brother Wolf approved of Isaac, as long as the other wolf didnt get too pushy.
Tell him why, Bran said into the silence. His voice was odd, as it got when he was following an impulse he didnt understand. The truth was, Charles got his ability to deal with magic from both halves of his heritage but it sometimes bothered Bran when magic spoke to him, probably becauseBrans mother had made the Wicked Witch of the West look like Cinderellas fairy godmother.
Because my guilt holds them here, Charles answered Isaac, because Bran thought it might be important. They should be off wherever dead people go, but Im holding them here because I cant let them go.
You feel guilty about what? Isaac asked, sounding honestly bewildered. We all know about Minnesota no one gossips like us Alphas. Three wolves killed some old pedophile, half ate him, and then left him for the civilians to find and it was some ten-year-old kid who found him. Probably, taking into account what the gossip says and the police reports I saw, the ten-year-old was the kid the old guy was after. The damned fools probably made so much noise fighting over the body that the kid came to investigate. At least they had the sense to run instead of killing the kid, but I think they racked up enough stupidity to register on the Top Five Dumbass Moves list for the next ten years or so.
Charles hadnt known that it had been the child who found the body. His father had told him that his job was to go find out if they had killed the man and left him for humans to find and, if so, execute them. Brother Wolf had forced their confession dominant wolves can do that if they are dominant enough and then carried out his Alphas orders.