Eve of Destruction

As they neared the house, they spotted Linda and Roger outside with Freddy. Linda waved, then crossed the street.

“Hey,” she said, smiling. “We all talked it over and we’ve decided we’re going to stick around tonight. We tried reaching the commandant, but she’s gone for the day. If we had gotten a hold of her and she agreed to let us come back, we would have headed up to Alcatraz. But since we couldn’t reach her, we feel like it is best if we stay. All we have is our reputation. We need to protect it.”

Reed’s hand settled at Eve’s lower back, intensifying the rush of his thoughts in her mind. He wasn’t at all happy with the turn of events.

“Completely understandable,” he said. “And admirable. But Eve’s been called away and won’t be available to join you tonight.”

Setting her boot heel on his toes, she shifted her weight to that side. You’re an ass. You could have at least talked to me about it first.

You’ve been there, done that, he countered, pushing her off his foot with a firm but gentle hand. No more.

Why not? If it’s safe enough for them, it’s safe enough for me.

Not as safe as Gadara Tower.

I won’t argue that, but I can speak for myself.

“I haven’t decided,” she said to Linda, smiling, “whether I’ll be leaving or not.”

Reed’s fingertips tickled her spine. “She’s needed in Anaheim.”

“Tonight?” Linda asked, frowning.

“No,” Eve said.

“Yes,” Reed interjected.

Eve shot him a warning glance. “We’ll have to discuss it.”

“Okay.” Linda looked warily between them. “Let me know. We’re going to head over there around midnight. You should be mostly done with whatever you’re doing by then, right?”

“Sure,” Eve said.

“Doubtful,” Reed qualified.

Linda returned to Roger and Freddy, who were cavorting in the empty driveway. Freddy in particular was rambunctious in a way that was out of character with his behavior so far. Eve’s gaze narrowed on him. He caught her looking and settled down.

Reed led Eve back to the house. They went to the men’s side, where Hank had set up shop. The occultist was seated at a folding card table that was serving as a makeshift desk. In the guise of a man, Hank’s gaze met Eve’s.

“Your friends across the street left—”

“—something here for me?” she asked, cutting him off.

He eyed her for a moment, then nodded. “Yes.”

She accepted the compact disc he held out to her. Their fingers touched and he read her, seeing more than she wanted him to. But also what she needed him to see.

“Interesting,” he murmured. “Let me know what you find out.”

She stared at his red hair, thinking of the last redhead she’d talked to. When Hank pulled away, she caught his wrist.

His brows rose. “Clever girl.”

“Will you do it?”

Hank smiled. “Yes.”

Reed moved over to the kitchen, where Montevista had set up a satellite video phone. Eve wondered why they didn’t just use a webcam, but that question would have to wait until later.

Moving down the hall, she returned to the room where she’d seen Richens’s laptop earlier. It was still there, as were all the rest of the men’s bags. She closed the door and sat cross-legged on the floor. It only took a couple of minutes to power up the laptop, then she slid the CD into the drive and waited for the photos on it to load.

Her sister had once told her that she’d hacked a disposable digital camera and used it multiple times on vacation. Eve didn’t ask Sophia how it was done, but she’d asked the Ghoul School kids if they knew. Michelle was familiar with the process, so Eve left Claire’s camera with them.

The photos began to appear on screen, thumb-nailed within some type of photo editing software. Eve skipped over the two of Gadara Tower, and also the ones taken of Monterey Bay and the entrance sign to McCroskey. She clicked directly on the last known photo of Molenaar and Richens, the one taken that morning before they began their excursion into Anytown. With bright eyes and big smiles, the group was arranged like an old elementary school class photo, with two rows of students—men at the top, women at the bottom. Raguel stood regally to the side, his elegance undiminished by his gray sweat suit. The students had all pulled up their sleeves, displaying their armbands for posterity.

Eve blew up the photo and examined each student carefully.

“Bingo,” she whispered.

Her mother hadn’t been able to see the mark on her arm, because it was undetectable by mortal eyes. Secular technology was also unable to register them. So when Eve’s eyes discovered the edges of the mark peeking out around the silver plate of a student’s armband she knew she’d found what she had secretly hoped she wouldn’t—a fake Mark, hiding in plain sight. Only it wasn’t whom she had suspected. It was worse.

Everything fell into place.

“Sneaky. But I caught you.”

She heard footsteps thudding atop the hardwood floor of the hallway. Hitting the eject button on the disk drive, Eve closed the window for the photo software and folded the laptop shut. She scrambled to her feet just as the door opened and he walked in.

“Hollis. What are you doing in here?”

Eve tried to appear nonchalant. “Just checking my e-mail.” But mental images of the corpses of Molenaar and Richens flashed incessantly and something must have shown on her face.

His friendly mien changed. His lip curled and he snarled like a wolf. Another Mark appeared behind him.

Eve feinted to the right, then bolted left, shouting for help. He lunged, tackling her to the floor.

Her skull hit the hardwood and the lights went out.

Reed stared at the text messages on the screen of Raguel’s smartphone and felt his stomach knot.

KIEL, SARA—13:08—1K

On my way. Will arrive at LAX early tomorrow A.M.

Ask Abel to turn on his phone.

He growled. There was so much shit piled on him right now, he could barely breathe through it. Cain was running through his brain on the periphery, using his experience to deal with the influx of information from the seraphim and handlers. It kept Reed edgy and infuriated. Why hadn’t he been selected for advancement, when Cain obviously wasn’t capable of functioning without his help? “Montevista, I think—”

A yelp from Eve at the rear of the house stiffened his spine to the point of pain. Midpivot, a deluge of information poured into his mind, a confusing disjointed morass that made him stumble.

He was in motion before his brain fully understood why, rounding the makeshift dining table and bolting toward the hallway. His shoulder bumped into Hank’s, who was also responding, and his heel was clipped by a pursuing Montevista. They were nearing a bottleneck when Eve stepped out to the hallway from one of the bedrooms. Seeing the stampede, she winced and looked sheepish.

“Are you all right?” Reed barked, hating the fear that gripped him.

“I’m fine.”

“What are you screaming for, then?”

“Uh . . .” She shifted nervously. “Big spider. Huge.”

Montevista exhaled and leaned into the wall. “You scared the crap out of me, Hollis.”

Hank’s voice came low and somber. “Anything I should know?”

She frowned at him for the length of a heartbeat, then her face cleared. She smiled. “No. Nothing.”

He nodded and walked away.

“You slayed a dragon,” Reed said, curious enough to probe her thoughts but finding her as calm as if she were dozing, “but freak out over a spider?”

“I told you it was big,” she said defensively.

He released his tension with a frustrated exhale and caught her elbow. “Come on, then. Show me where it is and I’ll move it outside.”

He reached for the doorknob.

“No!” She stayed him with a viselike grip on his wrist. “I’m over it. Forget it. Really.”

Reed stared for a long moment. “You sure?”

She nodded. “Yes, I’m sure.”

That worked for him. He had enough to worry about without adding spiders—big or not—to his list. Like preparing both himself and Eve for Sara . . . If it was possible to do anything more than brace themselves for the impact. “The conference call is about to start. You coming?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” she said, smiling.

They headed back to the dining room.

CHAPTER 17

It seemed like hours before the kennel finally fell silent. Alec pushed up from the wheeled, black-leather office chair and shifted into the hallway. The destruction in the main area was plentiful. Blood and tissue covered every surface. Very few of the pups remained in recognizable form. Most were in pieces. Only two were capable of movement—a faint twitch of a tail and an ear. They’d be dead within minutes due to copious blood loss.

Alec tried to shift into the underground dog run, but was prevented by more warding. He could shift freely once he was inside, just as he was able to shift within the kennel. It was the gaining entry part that caused trouble.

Returning to the office, he activated the hydraulic lifts in the cages and shifted to the nearest one. He was lowered into the maze, his nostrils flaring at the scent of death and decay that permeated the space. He moved carefully through the vast underground complex, which was dimly lit and cooler than the kennel above. The walls here were metal, the ductwork-covered ceiling low, and the floor more polished concrete. He cursed when he found a liquid nitrogen tank where embryos were being stored.

“I don’t want to know how Charles got the goods to make those,” he muttered to himself.

He searched the lablike room and found a heating element. Five minutes later the various cans that held the embryo straws were sitting in a deep metal tray set atop the hot plate. Alec wasn’t going to take the chance that they might be rescued. The last thing the world needed was a legion of rampaging, ravenous, indestructible-by-Marks hellhounds running around. He would rather burn the place down, but until he killed Charles, he didn’t want to risk any smoke signals. In this case, literal ones. ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">