Devon Monk - Magic on the Storm

• Название: Magic on the Storm
• Автор: Devon Monk
• Жанр: Фэнтези
• Год: 2010

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“See you soon,” I said.

Zay walked off with Victor, both heading toward Chase.

Even though Jingo Jingo did not turn around, as soon as Victor and Zayvion were on their way toward Chase, he dropped his hand off her arm.

Chase seemed to come to, and get her bitch back on. She scowled at Zay and Victor, and made it clear she didn’t like following them to one side of the room where Terric and a small group of other people-Nik and Joshua and maybe three others, probably all Closers-stood.

Closers. People who could reach into someone’s mind and take away their ability to use magic. People who took away memories.

Maybe I wanted to know what they were talking about. Especially if it had to do with the removal of memories-I had Hounds on the street I needed to look after.

Got halfway across the room too before Shame fell into step with me.

“Don’t know what’s stuck in your craw,” he said, his breath heavy with beer and cigarette smoke and that clove scent that was all his own, “but you got company.”

“What?”

I’d been so focused on studying the faces and body language of the group of Closers at the front of the room, I didn’t notice everyone was looking over at the main door.

And standing in the doorway was someone who most definitely should not be here.

Davy Silvers.

Chapter Nine

Davy hadn’t stepped through the doorway. He had good instincts. The ward on the door would push him out or knock him unconscious if he stepped in. But the room wasn’t covered in Glamour or Illusion. Instinct might tell him not to step in, but his eyes showed him exactly what was going on.

People went back to talking, ignoring him, and acting like this was just a normal sort of meeting for some normal sort of business social.

I don’t think Davy was convinced. But it wasn’t the confusion on his face that I was worried about. It was the pain.

I turned and strode across the room, Shame ghosting me, and made it to the door in a few seconds flat. Davy’s bad habit of following me around since Pike’s death didn’t make living three lives, all filled with secrets, and none of which could be shared equally, any easier. Every time my lives crossed, like now when Davy the Hound was sticking his nose into the secret business of the Authority, it set my teeth on edge.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

Boy looked like death on a bender. He didn’t smell of alcohol. No, he just stank of sweat and pain.

“Where are you hurt?”

He shook his head.

“Hello,” Maeve said, coming up beside us. “Can I help you?”

Davy squinted over at her, like the light in the room was too much. Migraine? Concussion? “I need to talk to you,” he said to me, eyeing Shamus. “Allie. Could I talk to you? Now.”

“Do you need help?” Maeve asked, a little less hostess, and a little more concern. I liked that she didn’t immediately try to send him on his way. Maeve was one of my favorite teachers.

“This is probably Hound business,” I said to Maeve. “I got it, thank you.” I walked through the door and Davy backed off. The ward was good. Built to let the right people out and to not let the wrong people in.

Davy paced the porch. I reached back, intending to shut the door, but Shame was there, and stepped out with us.

“You want me to drive you to the hospital?” I asked. I’d long ago learned there was no use being subtle with Hounds. Too much substance abuse, too many overdoses, from dealing with the constant pain of using magic, for subtleties to get through to a reasonable mind.

“I didn’t do it,” he said, his voice tense, too high.

“All right. Do what?”

Davy turned, the yellow light of the porch lamp revealing his tortured expression. “I think it’s Bea.”

“What’s Bea?”

“I think she’s hurt.”

My phone rang, and Davy and I both jumped.

I fumbled with my jacket pocket and pulled out my cell.

“Hello?”

“This is Stotts. I need you to Hound a case. Meet me at Third and Southwest Main.”

“When?” I heard the sound of traffic behind him.

“As soon as you can.”

I did a quick calculation. How long would it take me to drop Davy off at the hospital, or at least get him in the hands of someone else who could keep an eye on him? Like maybe over to the warehouse and have Grant look in on him, or, hells, back to his own apartment, not that I knew where he lived.

“Can you give me an hour?”

“Allie.” Stotts paused, took a breath. “One of your Hounds is down. I’ve called 911. She’ll be on her way to the hospital soon.”

“She?” I glanced up at Davy, who had his arms crossed over his stomach and was standing there, rocking a little on his feet, miserable.

“Beatrice Lufkin,” Stotts said over the sound of a siren growing louder in the background. “Whatever happened to her, there’s a hell of a lot of magic involved. But it’s fading fast.”

My heart punched my ribs like a fist.

“I’ll be there.” I shoved the phone in my pocket. “Shame? Tell Zay-no, tell your mom that I had to handle a Hounding job. Thank her for inviting me to the get-together tonight.” What more could I say with Davy listening? “I’ll call her later tonight if I can. Tomorrow morning at the latest.”

“Are you going alone?” he asked.

“No. Davy’s going with me.” Davy’s head lifted at the mention of his name. His eyes, for the briefest of seconds, flashed red.

It might have been my imagination. Or it might have been magic.

Weird.

“You have the keys to your car?” I asked.

Davy fumbled in his jeans pocket, held out a set of keys with a plastic frame attached to it. In the frame was a picture of him and Tomi in one of those photo booths. They were kissing, Tomi’s hand stretched out to try to cover the camera.

I put my hand on Davy’s arm to help him down the porch steps.

“Stotts, right?” Shame asked.

“Yes.” We were already on the gravel. “I’ll have my phone on.”

Davy walked with me, not nearly as light on his feet as he usually was. He breathed a little too hard, and was covered in sweat even though all he was wearing was a T-shirt and jean jacket in the below-thirty-degree weather.

We made it to his car, and he didn’t even argue when I helped him slump into the passenger’s seat.

I got in the driver’s side, started the car, and got us across the parking lot and onto the access road.

“Talk to me,” I said. “How badly are you hurt?”

His eyes were closed, his head against the headrest. He’d tried to buckle his seat belt, pulling it across his chest, but given up short of actually clicking it into place.

He didn’t say anything until I hit the road that ran parallel to the river and would get me to one of the bridges and back across the river to Portland.

“Ever since I got out of the hospital, I’ve felt it,” he said quietly. “When Hounds are hurt. I told you that, right?”

He had. Well, he’d told me he could tell when Tomi was hurting. But he sure as hell hadn’t mentioned how debilitating it was to him. “You said you felt Tomi. You feel the other Hounds too?”

“Sometimes. When the pain’s big. When it’s magic.”

“Is it always this bad?”

“No. Headaches. Muscle aches. But this. .” He was quiet for a little bit and I noticed his breathing was more even.

“It felt like I was on fire. And where there wasn’t fire, I was numb. Freezing.”

“You Proxying for anyone?”

“No.”

“None of the Hounds? Not even Tomi?”

His breathing hitched, and it took him a little longer to answer. “No.”

I didn’t smell a lie on him.

“Where were you when this happened?”

“Here.”

“The car?”

“Yes.”

“Driving?”

“Parked outside the inn.”

“Davy, how many times do I have to tell you to stop following me? That was a private business meeting between a lot of investors who want their interests in Beckstrom Enterprises kept quiet. If they find out I have a Hound on my heels, it could seriously damage my dad’s company.”

I’d kept that lie ready for months now.

He mustered a small smile, but still hadn’t opened his eyes. “You don’t like your dad’s company.”

“No, but I like Violet and her baby having enough income to keep them out of the poorhouse. Hells, everything I’ve done to get the Hound warehouse up and running was funded by my stake in that company. And my dad is dead. It’s my company now.”

“Like they’d kick you out if I followed you.” This time he turned his head and opened his eyes. Red flashed there again, and I smelled a different scent on him. Something sweet like cherries, but different, muddied by other smells. Magic. That was certain. But whether he was using it, or it was being used on him, I didn’t know.

How long could the effects of what Tomi had done to him last? It would help if I knew exactly what Tomi had done to him, but the only one who knew that was caged in the basement of the inn, and he was not the talkative type.

“Okay, I’ll say it one more time,” I said. “You have to stop following me. There are personal things I don’t want you involved in. Business things that, yes, would get me kicked off the board running Beckstrom Enterprises. These people don’t see you as just a Hound. They see you as a possible information leak. As someone who probably does drugs to kick the pain, and who wouldn’t take much to become desperate enough to sell what you know, what you’ve seen, for your next fix.”

Yes, I was lying. And even though I was pretty good at it, because some of what I was saying was true and I’d been working on a bulletproof explanation for some time now, I was also hoping he was in enough pain, or distracted enough, he wouldn’t scent the lie on me.

“Nice bunch of people you do business with,” he said. His voice was a little stronger and he didn’t seem to be sweating quite so badly.

“Business isn’t about friendships. It isn’t about nice,” I said. “Everyone has their own interests to protect.”

“And you’re protecting your money.” He rolled his head forward to look out the front window. “Sweet of you.”

“No. I’m protecting the people I care about. Violet. My sibling. The Hounds. And that means you, Davy. But so help me, if you don’t smart up and listen to me this time, I am going to report you to the police for harassment, stalking, and anything else that will keep you from getting in trouble. Or getting me in trouble. Do you understand that?”

“I heard you,” he said. But from the set of his jaw, he wasn’t listening. Stubborn, angry young man.

“I should take you home.”

“Thought you had a job lined up with Stotts.”

When I didn’t say anything, he sighed. “You’re such a hypocrite. All Hounds need a backup. Those are your rules. Yours. I’m your backup tonight.”

“My backup can’t stand.”

“Since when do you need me to do jumping jacks?” he asked. “I just need to watch. I won’t get in the way. You know I’m good at that.”

I didn’t say anything.

“I want to see what happened to Bea. Want to know what I felt, if I really felt it.”

We were on the bridge now, and traffic was light, since it was pretty late and there weren’t any big games or concerts letting out.

“Please,” he said. “I need to know I’m not going insane. That magic. . that it didn’t screw me up, permanently.” And the last bit was quiet, wrenched out of him like he was angry with himself for even saying it. Or just very, very afraid it might be true.

Magic in me pushed, warmed under my skin, and left a prickly itch behind. The lights on the bridge flickered for a moment, went dark. The magical backup generators for the lights did not kick on.

Davy felt the drop in magic too. He grunted. “What was that?”

Lights, regular electric lights, flicked back on, burned bright.

“I don’t know.” I didn’t. I had ideas. The storm was brewing. They didn’t know exactly when it would hit. They thought we had a few days. They could be wrong.

We were on the other side of the bridge. Davy didn’t say anything. Just waited as I slowed the car, weighing my odds of actually getting him home, out of the car, and locked in his apartment while I used his car to get to Stotts.

Wasn’t gonna happen.

I headed into town.

“Thanks,” he said. He didn’t say anything else until it started raining.

“Wipers are on the left.”

I flicked them on. Glanced at him. His eyes were closed again. Still tired, but the pain seemed to have passed. Maybe the pain was physical. Side effect from his head wound, from his collapsed lung. Appendix or something.

Magic wasn’t the only way people got hurt.

“I noticed Zayvion was there,” he said.

“And?”

“I didn’t think he had an investment in your dad’s business.”

“He’s my boyfriend,” I said. “We have an investment in each other.”

“And Shame?”

“Anyone tell you how nosy you are?” And how damn observant? I thought.

“No. I usually keep my nosy questions to myself.”

“Shame’s mother owns the inn. She used to know my father. They weren’t friends, but she is a smart business-woman. If you were paying that close of attention, you also noticed he’d had a couple beers. I don’t think he was there to enhance his portfolio. I think he was there for the free booze.”

Davy smiled again. “My kind of guy.”

“Do not make friends with him,” I said. “He’s trouble.”

“And I’m not?”

“No, Davy,” I said, angling the car toward Chapman Square. “You’re a good kid. If you’d work on your pain-in-the-ass tendencies, you’d be real nice.”

“Too bad that isn’t going to happen anytime soon,” he muttered. “Real nice doesn’t get you very far.”

“Real nice can keep you from getting beat up,” I said.

He smiled. “Right. Maybe we should both work on it, then.”

Like I said. Pain in the ass.

The blue and red lights of the ambulance glided over the dark, magic-caged buildings that surrounded the area. I spotted the MERC’s cleanup van, and a few people who might have been Stotts’s crew moving around in the shadows. The ambulance was just easing away from the curb, lights on, but no siren. I wanted to follow it, go to the hospital, make sure Bea was all right.

I briefly considered sending Davy along to do just that, but his eyes were closed. Kid was in no shape to drive. From the pace of his breathing he’d be asleep soon.

Police tape and traffic cones sectioned off part of the park, which as far as I could see was empty. I didn’t know what job Bea would have been Hounding. Sometimes a Hound was hired by the city to make sure there wasn’t any magical mischief going down on city property, but usually Jack took those calls. I searched my memory, wondering if he or Bea had mentioned going to Hound Chapman Square.