Connor walked over to us. He was carrying iced coffees, one for himself and one as a peace offering for Jane, who seemed to have taken up his addiction.
“The Devil you know is better than the Devil you don’t, kid,” he said, “and Davidson’s no devil. Not by a long shot. Imp, maybe, but he ain’t no devil.”
“Well,” I said, “he sure as hell went out of his way to help Faisal and Cyrus and everyone in their big, bad clubhouse of evil there.”
The Inspectre chuckled. The assembled crowd slowly split up and returned to the offices. There was a jovial camaraderie among the departments today, and even the White Stripes were high-fiving people who weren’t part of their hair club for men.
“Enough, Simon, enough!” the Inspectre said. “You’re not due to studyCynicism and the Road to Ruin until the Other Division conference in mid-December. I’m sure they’ll expect one corker of a speech about last night out of you. I believe they’ve also nominated you for Most Battered in the Line of Duty, my boy.”
I wasn’t sure if he was being serious or not, but I laughed anyway. I instantly regretted it as I felt the tape binding my ribs pull tight. Jane’s arm tightened around my shoulder in response.
“I’m okay,” I said with all the believability of a politician. “I’m sure the internal bleeding will be just fine.”
“No time for jokes,” Jane said. “With your sense of humor, you’re bound to puncture a lung before you realize it. Let’s get you back to work. Up and at ’em. I can help you through the theater at the very least.”
Though Jane still wasn’t allowed back in the Department proper, there was serious talk about pushing through the paperwork because of the way she had proven herself in the line of duty. But the wheels of red tape were ever slow. I wasn’t holding my breath that it would be anytime soon.
“I can take him from there,” Connor said in the spirit of cooperation as he gathered our drinks.
When we neared Mrs. Teasley at the back of the cafй, her cat almost fell off the table as it leaned over to rub its head against my hand.
“I don’t mean to alarm you two,” the old seer said with her hands knuckle deep in coffee grounds, “but you should expect a visitation in the near future.”
I scritched the cat under his chin and he purred happily. “Another one of your psychic readings, eh, Mrs. T?”
“No,” she said. “Silly boy. It’s just that Director Wesker seems to be waiting behind you.”
Jane slowly turned us around, and sure enough, Wesker was standing there, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses as usual. I tensed immediately, never quite sure what his whole role in the Sectarian fiasco had been.
“Are either of you two familiar with a Mr. Jason Charles?” Wesker said smugly.
Just the mention of the corporate headhunter was enough to put me on guard and Jane followed my lead. She took her arm from around me in search of something to defend herself with. I wobbled tentatively as she abandoned me, but managed to stagger toward the counter for support. I braced one hand against it. Sadly, my bat was sitting on my desk out back so I scooped up the nearest object I could to defend myself-a pair of muffin tongs. Not terribly intimidating, mind you, but I had worked with worse during Unorthodox Fighting Techniques.
“Easy now, easy!” Wesker said, raising both hands high in the air. “So you are familiar with the name. Good. I thought you might be.”
“Is he here?” I said, snapping the tongs as viciously as I could. The Inspectre and Connor stopped by the curtained doorway of the theater.
“No. And in case you forgot, Simon, Iwork here,” Wesker said, then sneered at Jane. “Unlike some people. Now put down those tongs before you damage someone’s muffin.”
The Inspectre moved defensively toward Jane. He looked Wesker up and down. “What the devil is he talking about, dear?”
“Jason Charles was the man the Sectarians assigned to kill me, sir,” Jane said, speaking up, “but he was about as effective at that as he was being a boyfriend. His solution to most of life’s problems was to shoot them, especially for money. Hell, I bet when he found out I was the target, he offered to cap me for free.”
Wesker stepped forward like he was going to push his way past all of us, but I clicked my tongs,SNIKT SNIKT SNIKT, and his eyes darted to me nervously.
“Jane,” I said calmly. “This might not be the best time to squabble over who was shooting who and for how much…”
“Nobody is shooting anybody anymore!” Wesker said, exasperated. “Thanks to the deal I cut, naturally.”
Jane and I shared a WTF glance.
“What deal?” I asked.
“The point I was trying to make if you would have shut up for a minute,” Wesker said, “is that Mr. Charles will no longer be bothering you. Either of you.”
“Oh,” I said, hopping toward Wesker. “Just like that?”
“The Sectarians were footing the bill on you two, and since they seem to be under some hard times financially, they really couldn’t afford his services any longer.”
“So do I get a rebate for what he did to Tamara?” I spat out. “Is Jane supposed to just sit around waiting for the Sectarians to scrape up enough cash so they can pay Jason Charles to kill her at a later date!?”
Wesker shook his head and then I saw something I had never witnessed before-his face softened. “The contract’s off, Jane. It’s been bought out. You’re free and clear. You don’t have to worry about him coming after you anymore. No more looking over your shoulder, at least for him anyway.”
Jane and I stood there, not truly believing what we had just heard.
“It’s that simple?” I said. “Someone pays the corporate headhunter off and that’s it? Who’d be that generous? Inspectre?”
The Inspectre shook his head. “I’m sorry, Simon, but I’m afraid our budget simply wouldn’t allow for that.”
“Well,” interrupted Wesker with a smug smile, “that’s only partly true. If you shared the expense with, say, another director, you could help ensure this young woman’s safety. A small price to pay, wouldn’t you say?”
“Youbought out the contract on Jane?” I asked. This seemed all too kindly a gesture for Thaddeus Wesker. Sure, he had helped us escape the Sectarians when we were at risk, but that had been to selfishly maintain his own cover. I couldn’t see his angle on helping us. “What’s the catch?”
Wesker sighed and adjusted his mirrored frames. “My God, don’t you ever tire with the questions?”
“The boy is merely cautious,” the Inspectre said. “How does the saying go? ‘He is most free from danger, who, even when safe, is on his guard.’”
“Nice one,” Connor chimed in.
“‘Curiosity killed the cat,’” Wesker offered flatly. “I can offer up pithy sayings, too. The point, Simon, is this. For all that your Other Division has to offer you, just remember that there are shades of gray out there as well as your black-and-white world of good and evil.I embrace the Darkness to better serve the light. You’d do best to remember that. What you see as my coldness and ambition, I see as a practicality in an unending war with the forces of Darkness. But I do know a good soul when I see one, Simon, and I could hardly let Jane be lost to that fool now, could I? Besides, from what I heard said about her at the Sectarian Defense League, she could prove a useful asset to Greater and Lesser Arcana.”
“You want to offer me a job?” Jane said. She seemed excited at the prospect, but it was still a position answering to Wesker. She looked to me warily.
For once, I was dumbstruck. As much as I found his motives suspect, at least Jane might be able to keep an eye on him if she was in his Greater amp; Lesser Arcana Division. I nodded subtly.
“I…I don’t know what to say.”