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Penulis: Thekla Jackiv
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“Of course they know it,” I said. I had no doubts who it was.

Elky reached for the whiskey he’d poured and abandoned earlier. He didn’t drink it. He looked at the glass like it had a face he recognized in a crowd.

“There’s a reason I brought you back here,” he said.

“Let me guess. Because running is for people who can afford new names?” I said.

“That’s also a part of it. Because the truthful answers are heavy weight,” he said. “And this is how you build the spine to carry them with pride.”

The hearth popped, one ember remembering how to dance and then forgetting again. I thought about the mills—Florence and Manchester, the sound of looms like rain on old tin roofs, women laughing over thread that would turn into dresses made to outlast wars. I thought about ministers with somebody else’s sins in their pockets, and port chiefs who counted the same money twice because they loved it too much. I thought about Andros Jennings, his cold grin, his gun, his certainty that fire is a cure for a
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  • The Vision She Hid   104

    “Your loyalty should have been mine,” he said, too quick. “Your mother’s eyes in your face, your mother’s mind in your head—all belongs in my house.”“Then evict me,” I said, and pressed the button like I was ringing a doorbell at a housewarming party.The button gave a neat, private click, like a lock agreeing with the wrong key. The room didn’t change; the house did. Somewhere, a circuit bit down and gave orders. The corridor inhaled boots. Metal learned to be urgent. The doorknob turned like it had been promoted.“You are in trouble, mister,” I said.Anatole didn’t spin. Men like him don’t do panic; they do geometry. He calculated distances—the door, the shadowed corner, the dressing screen, the window whose latch was just a bad rumor. His hand twitched where a weapon should have been and found nothing but the expensive emptiness of trust. His eyes did the arithmetic: zero leverage, negative odds, pride divided by zero time.The door blew inward, guards pouring through in a choreog

  • The Vision She Hid   103

    I think the same thought went through Elky’s head. He looked at me in sheer horror, as if he had enough of me playing brave. I didn’t mind. I suddenly felt it was late and I was ready to bed. Elky whispered something to my bodyguard, and I was unceremoniously invited on the back seat of the bullet proof car. It drove back to the house, no questions answered. I didn’t miss much of the action though. The gunfire had gone quiet, but quiet is a relative thing. The silence that follows a firefight doesn’t feel like peace; it feels more like somebody just slammed the door on hell, and you’re waiting to see if the hinges are strong enough. When I stepped into the house it was eerie quite. Not a creak of a floorboard, no Marta’s kettles boiling, even the heating system gave up on being out of tune. I didn’t like it. I slowly went up the stairs, trying not to wake up whatever monster the house tried to appease. I sat on the edge of my bed, light rain still needling the shutters, table lamp lig

  • The Vision She Hid   102

    The corridor smelled like cordite, cheap cologne used by the sort of guys that don’t get invited to family reunions. Elky’s men were efficient at their cleanup, dragging bodies the way you’d haul sacks of flour you’ve ordered from Amazon by accident. Elky’s operators were quick and discreet as usual, as if the marble had signed a non-disclosure agreement. The two prisoners were hauled in the opposite direction, wrists cinched behind their backs, feet sliding like kids caught stealing candy.I leaned against the wall, trying to get a cigarette out of a pack I haven’t touched for ages, just for the sake of it. When the smoke clears and the echoes die, you need something to do with your hands. Just relying on sarcasm wouldn’t calm the nerves.“Neat work,” I muttered.Elky didn’t answer. He was crouched near the vault doors, touching the edge where one of the intruders made a clumsy attempt to mount a micro-cam. His crew filed past, two heading toward the orchard with night scopes, anothe

  • The Vision She Hid   101

    Elky checked the vault panel—untouched. The black metal doors watched him with the arrogance that’s survived multiple architects and at least two mafia coup d’etats. He pressed his right palm to the biometric panel, just to hear it purr. The light blinked friendly enough. He didn’t open the door. This was not the time for demonstrations.“Speak,” I told the prone kid, and crouched so my voice would get to his ears before his courage did. “Who sent you?”He made the mouth noise mercenaries make when they think torture is next and want to audition for pity. “Don’t— We don’t— I don’t know the names.”“You know a name,” I said. “Better two names. Maybe a coat color. Maybe the smell of something expensive or extinct or mean.”“We— we don’t get to see our customers. We got a voice on the phone, okay?” His words clattered down the stairs of a bad accent toward the basement of outright bullshit. “The voice sounded strange. Like it was modulated or something. It sounded like a robot. Said we h

  • The Vision She Hid   100

    Big Elky opened his mouth to answer—but fate decided to toss its hat into the scene.A guard hit the door with shoulders he’d earned in messier fights. He didn’t bother with apologies; Elky didn’t require them after midnight.“Boss,” he said, breath even, voice not. “South fence camera’s out. Someone just cut power to the east wing.”The lamps faltered two degrees, as if to confirm the rumor. The shadows lengthened like they’d spotted something delicious.Elky was already moving—gun to palm, phone to pocket, mind to war. He didn’t look at me—he knews better than to waste time on choreography of the partner that knows all the steps by heart.“Lock the interior doors,” he told the guard. “No one moves without a buddy and a reason. East corridor fallback to the red line. If a man doesn’t know the countersign, assume he’s our target and shoot him on the go.”The guard nodded and vanished, taking with him the illusion that we were having a chat instead of walking onto a stage that burns do

  • The Vision She Hid   99

    He let out a breath that had not earned the right to be called a laugh.“If he’s alive, he’s a candle flicker to the last breath,” he said.I tapped the name with a fingernail; the page tapped back.“My mother wrote he had dead eyes and suede driving gloves. You’re telling me he looked worried and not that healthy.”“I’m telling you something else. He courted my mother,” Elky said, very quietly, as if volume might summon ghosts. “Not with flowers and silly poems. He courted her trust. And her dowry, of course.”He said dowry like most men say gun.I let that sit, the way you let a drink breathe before you remember you were never that patient. “Sleazy of him, isn’t it? Did Rupert know?”“Rupert knew everything that made him bigger,” Elky said. “And nothing that made him small.”“Meaning?”“Meaning he played host and measured his knives in the basement.”“And where were you?” I asked. “In the cradle, practicing that brow wrinkle?”“In the nursery,” he said, with a smile you could shave

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