He did not meet Ari except with Grant; except in the offices; except sometimes with Catlin and Florian, out to lunch or an early dinner. He kept it that way.
But if
He keyed off the machine, and got up and went, gathering up his jacket, telling Em to shut down and go home, everything was fine.
He headed over to the wing where Ari's apartment was, showed his card to Security at the doors and got a pass-through without question.
Dammit, he thought, his heart pounding, it had better be a good reason, it had better be business
It had better not be because Grant was momentarily not in the picture.
"Come in," Florian said, at the door. "Sera is waiting for you."
"What does she want?" he asked, not committing himself. "Florian, is this a good idea?"
"Yes, ser," Florian said without hesitation.
He walked in then, sweating, not only from the trip over. The room, the travertine floors, the couchwas a vivid flash of then and now. "Is it Grant?"
"Your jacket, ser? Sera urgently needs to talk with you."
"About what? What's happened?"
"Your jacket, ser?"
He pulled the jacket off, jerked a resistant sleeve free, handed it to Florian as Ari arrived in the living room from the right-hand hall.
"What in hell's going on?" he asked.
She gestured toward the sunken living room, the couch; and came down the steps to take a seat there.
He came and sat down at the opposing corner. Not the private living room: thank God. He did not think he could have held together.
"Justin," she said, "thank you for coming. I knowI know how you feel about this place. But it's the only placethe only one I'm absolutely sure there's no monitoring but mine. I want you to tell me the truth, now, the absolute truth: Grant's safety depends on this. Is your father working with the Paxers?"
"My God. No. No. How in hell could he?"
"Let me tell you: I've got a report on my desk that says there are leaks out of Planys. That your fatherhas been talking with a suspect. Security is watching Grant very carefully. They fully expect Jordan to attempt an intervention with him"
"He wouldn't! Notnot on something like that. He wouldn't do that to Grant."
"Your father could manage something like that without tape, without anything but a keyword, with someone of Grant's ability. I know what Grant's memory is like."
"He won't do it. It's a damned set-up."
"It may be," she said quietly. "That's why I wanted to talk to you, fast, before Security has a chance, because I'll do this: I'll look for all the truth. I'm the one it's against. And I've been aware of thisfor a while; from long before Grant got that pass. Grant's gone into the middle of a Security operation that I don't want to agree with. I don't want to think that Grant could work against me, or that you could, but I have to protect myselfwhich is why I took this chance."
"I don't understand." He felt the old panictoo experienced to give way to it. Keep the opposition calm, keep the voices down, go along with things. He did not think Ari was at the head of whatever was going on, not with what he knew of where authority was in the House. "Ari, tell me what's going on."
"People who protect me ... don't want me near you. That's why I waited and let Grant gobecause I knewI know very well that it's a set-up against you, which is why I called you to come here."
"Why is that? What do you want?"
"Because I have to know. That's first. And I know how you hate this place, but it's the only place, the only place I can trust." She reached into her left-hand pocket, and pulled out a little vial. Amber glass. "This is kat. It's a deep dose. You can help me or you can leave now. But this is the chance I have. You go in the tape lab and take this, and let me get you on tapeI promise, I promise, Justin, no lousy tricks. Just the truth on tape, for me to use. This is what I need. This is the kind of documentation I can use with the Bureau, if I have to go that far. This is the chance I have to believe you."
He flashed badly, totally disoriented, unable to think for a few breaths. Then he reached out for the vial and she gave it to him.
Because there was no choice. Not a thing he could do. He only thought God, I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if I can stay sane.
"Where?" he said.
"Florian," she said; and he got up shakily and went after Florian as Florian indicated the hallway to the right.
An open door on the right again was the tape library, with a couch with all the built-ins for deep-study. He walked in and sat down there, set the vial down on the couch beside him and pulled off his sweater, feeling lightheaded. "I want Ari here," he said, "I want to talk to her."
"Yes, ser," Florian said. "There's no lead, ser, it's just a patch, let me help you."
" I want to talk to Ari."
"I'm here," she said at the door. "I'm right here."
"Pay attention," he said shortly. And uncapped the vial and took his pill, while the cardiac monitor flashed red with alarms. He looked at the flashes and concentrated, willing himself calmer. "Your patient tends to panic, sera, I hope to hell you remember that."
"I'll remember," Ari said, very quietly.
He worked with the monitor, staring at that, concentrating only on the rate of the flashes. A thought about his father leaked through, about Grant, a single second, and the light flickered rapidly; slow, he thought, that was all, while the numbness started and panic tried to assert itself. He felt a touch on his shoulder, heard Florian urging him: "Lie down, ser, please, just lean back. I've got you." '
He blinked, thinking for a moment of the boy-Florian, spinning through the years to Florian grown strong enough to handle his weight, Florian bending over him
"Be calm, ser," his gentle voice said. "Be calm. Are you comfortable?"
He felt an underlying panic, very diffuse. He felt the numbness growing, and his vision started going out. His heart began to speed, frighteningly, run
"Calm," Ari said, a voice that jolted through his panic, absolute. "Steady down. It's all right. Everything's all right. Hear me?"
iii
"Has your father ever worked with these people?" Ari asked, sitting by the side of the couch, holding Justin's limp hand.
"No," he said. Which meant, of course, to the limit of Justin's knowledge. No, no, and no. She saw the cardiac monitor flash with a very strong rise in heart rate.
"Conspired with anyone against Reseune Administration?"
"No."
"Have you?"
"No."
Not conspiring with anyone. Against Reseune. Against Ariane Emory.
Justin, at least, was not aware of any plot.
"Don't you ever get frustrated with Security?"
"Yes."
"Do you think things will ever change?"
"Ihope."
"What do you hope?"
"Keep quiet. Live quiet. People believe me. Then things change."
"Are you afraid?"
"Always."
"Of what?"
"Mistakes. Enemies."
He hoped if he could work with herit would prove something about himself and his father, in a calmer world
He was afraid for Grant more than Jordan. Jordan had his Special's status to protect him. Grantif they interrogated himwould be subject to things they might try to impose on him, ideas and attitudes they might try to shape Grant would resist it. Grant would throw himself into null and stay there: he had before. But if they kept working at him
If he were arrested, here, in Reseune, if Reseune Administration was determined to make a case, then they could do that. He thought that could be the casethat politics always mattered more than truth. And more than a Warrick lifealways.