LOGIN"Almost forgot my jacket," I say, picking it up from the back of the chair I vacated. I shake my head at myself with the self-deprecating ease of someone performing forgetfulness. "Head like a sieve lately."
"Work stress," Elias says, with the warmth of someone offering a diagnosis rather than a question.
"Something like that," I say. "I'm covering a double shift. Better move."
He nods. I leave.
This time I don't stop around the corner.<
I find the bond.It's there the way it's always there, the warm thread of it running between us, but right now it feels like holding a live wire, the current running the wrong direction, out of him and into me, and I grab it anyway, both hands, metaphorically, and I pull, and pulling makes it worse, the current surges and I feel Dante take the hit of it from across the alley, hear him make a sound that is not a word, low and involuntary, and I try to let go of the bond and can't do that either, I am holding it and it is holding me and the heat keeps coming.Dante pushes off the wall and walks toward me and every step is visible effort, his jaw set, his hand pressed to his sternum like he is holding something in, and he gets to me and puts both hands on my face and I grab his wrists and the contact makes everything louder for one terrible second, the frequency screaming, and I feel him flinch from it but he doesn't let go, he keeps his hands on my face and
Dante pulls me upright and I stand and the alley is very present around me, the cold and the markers and the stain, and I look at all of it and I think about Leo at the compound weeks ago, his face when I told him I was fine, the way he nodded and didn't believe me and walked away when his colleague called him, and I let him walk away, I watched him go down the corridor with the dolly and I stood in the alcove and told myself I would handle it, I would reach him, I would make him understand, and I did not tell Dante and I did not tell Sage because he was my problem to manage and look, look at what I managed.I press my wrist harder against my nose and breathe."The man in the memory," Dante says, carefully, "did you recognize him.""No. I've never seen him before." I lower my wrist and check it, the bleeding slowing. "But Leo knew him. Whatever was between them it wasn't new, there was history in it, the man said he brought Leo in, fed him, gave hi
The markers run out at number fourteen, which is seven meters from the stain, and beyond fourteen there is just alley, untouched, a gap between the back walls of two buildings with a drain in the centre and a broken pallet propped against the left wall and a scattering of debris along the base of the right one.I walk back.Not fast, just back, retracing the eight steps between the last marker and the stain, and I stand over it and look down at the concrete. The stain is dark and large and the forensic team has put a ring of markers around it, numbers eight through eleven, and photographed it from multiple angles judging by the scuff marks around the ring where they repositioned.I take my backpack off and set it against the wall."Kira," Dante says, from behind me."I know.""You've never accessed a human's memory. You told Sage when we started this that you didn't know if it worked the same way, that the ability was designed
The cold outside the station doors hits my face and I stop walking and stand on the pavement with my backpack on and my phone in my hand and look at the street.Dante comes through the doors behind me and Sage comes through after him and for a moment none of us says anything. A taxi goes past on the road, empty, its light on, and disappears around the corner at the end of the block."The logo," Sage says."I know.""Morrison's lanyard had a pack contractor logo on it, which means someone in the pack infrastructure made a call tonight to a police contact and had a live witness interview shut down inside four minutes." She stops. "Which is either someone protecting us or someone protecting the investigation from us.""It's not protecting us," I say. "If it was protecting us Morrison would have come in before Reyes started asking about The Cleansing." I turn around and look at her. "He let Reyes get to the questions about Leo's contacts
The questioning room has a table bolted to the floor and four chairs that aren't, and a mirror on the wall that isn't fooling anyone, and a water cooler in the corner that gurgles every few minutes like it's reminding you it's there. Reyes sits across from me with his notebook open and a pen that he keeps clicking, not from nerves, just habit, click and release, click and release, while he asks me to walk him through the timeline from the beginning.Dante is in the chair to my right and Sage to my left, and Reyes raised an eyebrow when all three of us came in but didn't tell them to leave, just added two more chairs from the stack in the corner and sat down."So the last time you spoke to your brother before tonight," Reyes says."It's been a while but he texted me.""What did the text say.""That he was fine and not to worry." I fold my hands on the table. "Which is what he always says.""And before that? Had you seen him in p
The detective's name is Reyes. He's got a coffee cup in his left hand and a notebook in his right and he looks at me with some kind of suspicion in his eyes, taking in my backpack and my clothes and the fact that I'm kneeling on the road next to a body with my hand on a dead boy's chest."You knew him," he says. Not a question."He's my brother."Reyes writes something. Behind him the officer who tried to pull me back earlier is standing at a distance now, watching, and the forensics man with the case has moved further down the alley and is crouching over something I can't see from here. The camera van at the north end of the block has a light on it now, a white light, and someone is standing in front of it talking."Foster brother," I say, because I don't know why it matters but it does. "We grew up together.""And you were in the area at," he checks something, his watch or his phone, "four fifteen in the morning.""I got a te
By the time Sage looks up from her laptop the crowd has formed, fifteen or twenty people gathered on the Aldren side of the tape, residents in coats pulled over pyjamas, a man with a phone raised filming, two teenagers standing close together watching the officers move. I use the cr
We're two blocks into the radius when Sage makes a sound that isn't quite a word, a short sharp intake, and I look back at her without slowing down and she's got her phone tilted up, both thumbs moving across the screen."It's moving," she says."What do you mean it's
The knock comes in the pattern Sage and I agreed on before the line cut, two short and one long, and I'm at the door before the third knock finishes, pulling it open, and Dante is standing in the alley with his jacket half-unzipped and his hair pushed back like he's been running his
My father is sitting up in the medical unit bed when I arrive, which is the first surprise, and the second is that he's already dressed, shirt buttoned to the collar, four senior enforcers arranged around the room like he called them before he called anyone else. Cassidy is there to







