A Perfect Blood (The Hollows #10)(52)
Author: Kim Harrison

There. I’d said it again, and it still made me queasy. "I thought you ought to know."

"This isn’t good," he finally said, having followed my thoughts to the ugly conclusion faster than Wayde had, and I laughed mirthlessly.

"You think?"

"Two of my more sensitive machines went missing last week." Trent’s words were clipped and short. "Apparently they’re more portable than I thought."

"What did they take?" He didn’t say anything, and I stared at the wall, waiting. "What did they take, Trent?"

"Two machines my father programmed for a branch of genetic research that has been outlawed. This is the second time I’ve been broken into in less than a year. Damn."

I could count on one hand the number of times I’d heard him swear. In the background, Ceri called faintly for Trent. "She’s okay," Trent said, his voice muffled. "I’ll tell you in a moment." When he came back to me, concern was heavy in his voice. "Rachel, maybe you should sit this one out," he said, and I flopped my head back against the top of the chair. "Let the I.S. and FIB handle it."

"Not you too," I almost moaned. "I thought you of all people would understand why I have to stop these guys!"

"If they’re trying to duplicate demon blood, where is the sense in putting yourself within their reach? Let me put Quen on it. Actually, I’m going to do that anyway, so . . . wait, will you?"

I exhaled, tired, then jumped when my cell phone began humming from my back pocket. "Good. If anyone can help, it’s Quen," I said as I twisted, trying to reach my cell. "But I can’t sit here when Nina has promised to make me the scapegoat. We both know the FIB is in over their heads. I have to be there. Me, Ivy, and Jenks."

"You’d be more effective without that band of silver around your wrist," he said, and my lips pressed. I hated it when he was right.

"I’m the only person this side of the ley lines who knows anything about demon magic," I said as I put my feet on the floor and used two fingers to wiggle out my cell phone. My eyes went to the screen and my shoulders tightened. "Crap on toast. Trent? Glenn is on my cell."

"Rachel, we need to talk."

I couldn’t wait anymore, and I flipped my cell phone up. "Glenn?" I said before it went to voice mail. "Hey, can you hold on a sec? I’m on the phone with Trent."

Glenn made a choking cough. "Mr. Kalamack? Rachel, leave the man alone. He’s not responsible for HAPA’s activities."

"I know!" I said, trying to talk to both men at the same time. "Can you hold on a sec?"

From my other ear, Trent cleared his throat. "As entertaining as this is, Ceri and I would like you to come to tea tomorrow," he said dryly. "I’d like to talk further with you about the safeguards I’ve developed to make taking that charmed silver off your wrist safer."

I took a breath to say no, then exhaled, rubbing my forehead. "You think we can overpower Al? Find a way to keep him from taking me to the ever-after? Trent, I can’t live there. I can’t!"

"And I know Ceri would love to see you. The girls as well," he continued as if I hadn’t said anything, but I’d rescued him from the hell of the ever-after, and he of all people would understand my fear.

"Rachel!" Glenn shouted into my other ear. "This is important."

"Tomorrow, say three?" Trent asked. "They’ll be fresh from their naps."

It was more likely that he’d have the charms he wanted to contain Al prepped by then. I stifled a shudder. Maybe together we could keep Al off us long enough to explain, but caging him would only piss the demon off even more. "Tomorrow at three. I’d like to talk to you about a block for memory charms, too. And, Trent? I’m sorry about the park."

He grumbled softly. "Don’t worry about it. Watch yourself in the meantime. Everyone knows who you are."

I couldn’t help my smile. I might almost think he cared. "See you then," I said, and I clicked off the phone.

"Glenn?" I said, setting the landline phone down and shifting the cell phone to my ear. "Why didn’t you call Ivy on her cell?"

"You are unbelievable," the man said, his irritation obvious. "Get your good boots on. I don’t want to see you in garden shoes and grubby jeans anymore. Now Nina thinks we don’t pay you enough. The amulets you gave me pinged. We’ve found their current base."

I sat up, adrenaline flowing. "Ivy! Jenks!" I shouted, then turned back to Glenn. "Where are you?"

"Five minutes from the church," he said, and I heard a background of radio chatter. "We have them triangulated at an abandoned industrial park. FIB and I.S. We’re waiting for you."

They were waiting for me. I almost friggin’ cried.

Jenks darted in. "We’re on?" he asked, a bright silver dust slipping from him.

I eyed him, worried. He was flying well, and his winter clothes from last year were over his arm. "We’re on. You’ll need those. And anything else Belle has come up with for the cold."

"Tink’s little pink dildo!" the pixy shouted, and he darted out, as excited as I was.

"We’ll be ready," I said into the phone. "Thanks, Glenn."

"Don’t thank me until it’s over," he muttered. "You’re staying in the car."

I snapped my phone shut and sank back into the cushions. Car? I doubt it. My eyes touched upon my band of charmed silver, and a flash of worry went through me. "That’s why I’ve got the sleepy-time charms," I whispered as I stood. I was going to kick some serious ass, and I didn’t need demon magic to do it.

Chapter Twelve

I stood from my crouch beside the warm, ticking car and handed Ivy the night binoculars. The brisk wind tugged at a strand of hair that had escaped my ponytail, and I tucked it behind an ear as I looked at the industrial building across the parking lot. The lights of Cincy were distant, and no moon lit the spaces in between. Deserted for forty years, the industrial area had been left to rot when the world fell apart. Trains still ran through here, but they didn’t stop anymore.

I felt akin to the empty tracks and vacant buildings, abandoned when things went wrong while others thrived. Frowning, I fingered the band of silver around my wrist, thinking. Simply cutting it off would send a burst of ley-line force through me large enough to fry my brain. It was, after all, a piece of the elves’ and demons’ historic war, designed to make demons almost useless. Being able to cut it off wouldn’t be very effective. It had to be disenchanted first. That meant Trent.