“Simon,” he said, “be a dear boy and hand me that clipboard over there, would you?”
I slipped on one of my gloves. I had no idea if I would get a reading from the clipboard but I grabbed it and handed it over. The Inspectre casually slipped the manifest page onto it and slowly began to creep the whole thing behind his back.
Faisal paused from sneering at David Davidson and cocked his head in our direction. He tsked-tsked us. “I’ll be taking that back, thank you.”
“What?” the Inspectre said with feigned ignorance. “Oh…this? Yes, of course you will…”
He pulled the manifest free of the clipboard and held it out to the head Sectarian. Faisal raised one of his thick, black eyebrows. “It’s good to see such obedience.” He turned to me. “You could learn a thing or two from him, lapdog.”
“I’ve learned plenty,” I said, feeling totally ineffectual. “And I’ll learn what you did to Irene, too.”
“Perhaps,” he said with a smile, “but if you could only prove it…or anything for that matter.”
Davidson stepped in at this moment. “You don’t have to say anything more, Mr. Bane. We’re leaving.”
“No,” Faisal said almost cheerfully as he narrowed in on me. “I don’t mind. Tell me, Mr. Canderous, you seem quite taken by Ms. Blatt, don’t you? Every time I run into you, I seem to be subjected to one of your little fits of misguided bravado over her.”
I felt embarrassed and angry at the same time, my face turning bright red. I did care for Irene, but I didn’t want all of it coming out right here in front of my own Department-especially in front of Connor. I didn’t even want to think of what the Inspectre would make of my involvement in all this.
“Your obsession with Irene,” Faisal continued, “seems to be clouding your judgment, I suspect, and corollary to that, it causes you to meddle in my affairs far too often. Maybe what I have to say now will make you back off my people once and for all.”
“Are you going to threaten to kill me?” I said.
“Yes, you’d like me to say something like that, wouldn’t you?” he said. “Here in a room full of witnesses. No such luck, I’m afraid, but I want to give you something to think about.” His eyes fell to the manifest and he tapped his finger at the page. “You’re terribly concerned about this wooden fish. So intent on getting it back. Did you ever give a thought for a single second that maybe the fish wasn’t Irene Blatt’s in the first place?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I made a sudden lunge for the manifest but he easily avoided me and held it out of reach.
“The day you accosted one of my fellow Sectarians in Ms. Blatt’s apartment…did you take a good look at her place? Anything strike you odd? Single woman…living all alone in a veritable paradise of antiquities…?”
I recalled her apartment, trashed as it was. Her tastes and collecting habits were so similar to things I had or would love to own. It was one of the first things that had intrigued me about her. I lived in the same type of antique-freaque way, and maybe I needed to start looking at our similarities for clues instead. Maybe she was more like me than I thought.
“She’s a psychic?”
Faisal scrunched his face at me, looking like one of those Chinese dogs with all the wrinkles. “What?! No, you nitwit!”
“Then I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t know why she owned all that stuff. Maybe she had a rich family or something.”
Part of hunting down who Irene Blatt truly was had fallen to me, and the truth was I hadn’t been able to come up with much on her in the real world. Over the past week, it had fallen farther down the list of priorities, especially with Tamara’s death and Jane’s appearance in my life.
“Irene had a bit of a habit,” he said. “A real pro with the sticky fingers. A little something that you can see she turned into quite a profitable career.”
“She’s no thief,” I said defensively. There was only one ex-thief around here, and that was me. I moved for Faisal, but the Inspectre held me back.
“Wasn’t she?” Faisal said. He folded the manifest and slipped it in his pocket. “Then answer me this: What was she doing freelancing for a filthy cultist like me then? I suppose the fact that she whored out her skills in high-class, high-stakes thievery to us was just a coincidence. And when she got a little greedy over one of my commissions and decided to hold out for more money…”
“Hold on,” Davidson interjected. “Hold on for a second. Are you implying you had someone murdered? The Mayor’s Office does not condone that sort of conflict resolution…”
“Just giving Mr. Canderous here some hypothetical food for thought,” Faisal said. “Of course we would havenever harmed her.”
As he turned away from Davidson, Faisal winked at me and I snapped. I couldn’t help myself. I dove forward, intent on killing him if I could just, God willing, wrap my hands around his neck. He was begging for the eternal dirt nap, and I was more than happy to be the one to give it to him.
The Inspectre had me by the arm and was trying to pull me back, but I didn’t take notice until I felt a second set of arms wrap around my waist. Connor had joined our little circle of friends.
“Don’t,” he whispered in my ear as I struggled to break free. “That’s what he wants, kid. Davidson will be witness to it, report it back to Town Hall, and they’ll shut us down faster than you’d believe.”
“We’re just going to let him walk out of here?” I asked.
Inspectre Quimbley nodded.
Davidson cleared his throat and I turned my attention to find him looking sternly at me. “Mr. Canderous, I really think us leaving here is the least of your concerns right now. I’ve got several bones I could start picking with your Department if you’d like. I understand that Mr. Bane here was kidnapped from his place of work, rolled into a carpet no less, and I highly suspect that you had something to do with that. Frankly, I hate to think what charges he might bring against the D.E.A. should younot let us walk out that door right now.”
Connor and the Inspectre let go of me. I turned silently, feeling utterly helpless. Any heroism I had felt earlier was squashed now, and my ego had practically shriveled up, crawled under a rock, and died. I stood mute.
“Fine,” I said, making an unexpected dive for Faisal now that no one was holding on to me. “Go, but not before I give our friend here a hug good-bye!”
Faisal didn’t have a chance to react. I pulled my gloves off as I went and then did something I had never done before-I grabbed Faisal’s face in both hands and tapped directly into him. I concentrated on my raw emotions the way Connor had taught me to, and flipped into a psychometric vision with one thought on my mind.Irene.
The room around me fell away. An image resolved in my mind’s eye-Faisal in his office talking to Irene, only in this vision she was alive. In life, she was more radiant than I had ever seen her. She was quoting him a price, a price Faisal would have to pay if she was going to steal the wooden fish for him. Faisal knew it was in a private collection on the Upper West Side, its owner unaware of its value to the Sectarians, but he desperately needed it. I tried to guide Faisal’s thoughts in the vision, but they wouldn’t tell me why he wanted it so badly.
Time slipped forward in the vision and this time Faisal was on the phone with Irene and they were yelling at each other. Irene had stolen the artifact as asked, but kept repeating over and over into the phone that she’d never sell it to Faisal, now that she knew what he was planning on doing with it. All I had to do was wait long enough and I was sure I’d hear the specifics of what Faisal had been planning…
Except I was suddenly torn out of the vision and back into the real world with the sickening sensation of having the wind knocked out of me. I was doubled over kneeling on the floor, clutching my stomach. Faisal stood over me, his fist still clenched from the blow.