“Just faith. I know you people have done illegal things. But from what I can tell, he believed the Authority was dedicated to doing the right thing, even if that meant making some hard choices.”
I nodded. “That was the idea. But like all ideas, once people are added to the mix, there are bound to be problems.”
“Problems like the man who killed my brother.”
I took a drink of my beer. I wasn’t going to give her information on Eli, didn’t want her in the way of whatever he was planning on doing to people. “Did you grow up in the area?”
“My dad was in the army. I grew up everywhere.”
“And when you got out on your own, where did you settled down?”
“San Francisco.”
“What did you do there?”
“Officially?” She smiled. “I was a national account manager for a bioscience division of a tech company.”
“Unofficially?”
She sipped her beer. “I spied on people.”
“CIA? FBI?”
“I wasn’t offered details,” she said. “Just money in exchange for being reliable and discreet.”
“Is that what you’re doing now? Gathering intel?”
“Not for them. I said I was ex-government. I meant that. The only intel I want is who killed my brother.” She held up her hand. “I know. You’re not going to give it to me. But I said I had a few things to tell you, and I’m going to.”
“Why?”
“We started off on the wrong foot,” she said. Her eyes slid away to the window and the people moving about out there, then back to me. “I misjudged you.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“I thought you didn’t care about anything. I thought you’d like the deal, the hunt, the payoff.”
“Maybe I do.”
“Maybe. But it’s not what you care about.”
“It’s fascinating how you think you know me and we’ve barely met.”
“You’ve seen me naked.”
“Not quite.”
“You care about Terric, Dash, and Clyde,” she went on. “You care about Zayvion Jones and Allison Beckstrom and Cody Miller.”
I was surprised she’d brought up Cody, not that she was wrong. He and I had run together, gotten into a lot of trouble when we were younger, before he’d had his brain broken by the last set of Soul Complements who’d wanted to take over the world. He’d ultimately been the one who had held magic together long enough for it to join. He was the one who had healed it. And, yes, he was my friend.
“You care about the missing people who have been showing up dead in Forest Park,” she said.
At my raised eyebrows, she shrugged. “Just because I’m not working for the government doesn’t mean I don’t know how to gather information. You are a target, you know.”
“Yeah, sure. Plenty of people want me dead.”
“People, yes. But so does the Black Crane Syndicate.”
It was my turn to drink beer and look out the window for a bit. “What do they want me dead for?”
“They want Terric Conley. They know you’re the only person standing in the way of them owning him.”
“Owning?”
“I don’t have the details, but they are grooming him for something that involves magic and their drug trade. There’s a man who is part of the power in the organization. Jeremy Wilson. He’s promised he can deliver a new mix of magic and drugs. He’s promised product that will send half the world begging at their feet.”
I didn’t say anything. Couldn’t hear over the hard anger that scorched hot and unreasonable across my brain. Dash was right. Jeremy was using Terric. For more than just a clean bill of health.
“And what?” I said, like I was exhaling a hard stream of smoke. “Do you want me to pay you for this information?”
She shook her head. “Nothing. I’m just doing . . . something I think my brother would approve of. I might not be positive that the Authority has always done the right thing, but I know some things about the Black Crane. Drugs, magic, human trafficking, blackmail, backdoor deals. I know what they are. And if they’re coming for you, for people who my brother believed in, then I want you to have a fighting chance against them.”
“This means something to me,” I said. “You telling me this—if it’s true.”
“It’s true.”
“I don’t leave a debt unpaid.”
“Reconsider telling me who killed my brother.”
“No.”
She held still, didn’t even breathe, her hands clasped together in front of her on the table. “It was worth a shot, right?”
“I would have done the same,” I agreed.
“All right.” She tipped back her beer and set the glass on the table. “How about you buy me a beer, and we’ll call it even?”
“That easy?”
“I still want information,” she said. “But I don’t have to get it from you. Tonight.”
So I bought her a beer.
She might be a player, willing to bribe or bludgeon her way to what she wanted, but she was sincere about this, about giving me information because she thought it was the right thing to do, even if I didn’t give her what she wanted in return.
Looked like I’d misjudged her too.
Somehow day burned down to evening. We finally moved away from our table and back toward the lounge and bar. We spent a couple hours listening to live music, drinking, and talking over other things—not the Authority, crime syndicates, or dead loved ones. Just movies, politics, and embarrassing high school memories.
Everything felt normal with her, easy with her. Like this was a life I could live. Wasn’t that a surprise?
When the band turned to reggae music, we both groaned.
“Don’t like reggae?” I asked.
“I do not,” she laughed. “It’s getting late. I should be heading home.”
I threw some money on the table to settle our bill, then walked with her out of the place. The cold night air stole away the remaining warmth of the club as we lingered outside the door on the sidewalk.
“Do you need a ride?” she asked.
“So you were spying on me before you walked in. I wondered.”
She paused, her hand in her purse, and grinned up at me. The color was a little high across her cheeks, and the whiskey gingers she’d been drinking put a soft glitter in her eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Now, now, darlin’,” I said. “Let’s not ruin a good night with bad lies.”
“So good lies are okay?”
“Sometimes those can be the best.”
“Are you sure about the ride?” she asked. “It isn’t out of my way.”
“I think I’ll find my own way home tonight.”
“All right,” she said. “Good.” She took a step to the corner, then turned back toward me. “This was nice, Shame. Maybe we can do it again sometime.”
“Maybe we can,” I said. “But we probably shouldn’t.”
“Well, then,” she said. “I guess this is good-bye. Good-bye, Shamus Flynn.”
“Good-bye, Dessa Leeds.”
She gave me one more smile, then crossed the street and strode down the alleyway opposite before I could change my mind.
I started walking and did not look back. Waved down a cab three or four blocks later, and closed my eyes, trying not to think of Dessa, or what might have been between us.
It wasn’t long before the cab pulled up to the inn.
The inn was winding down for the night, the cleaning staff turning down lights and setting the locks. I crossed through the dining area and down the hall, then up the stairs toward my room. Halfway up the stairs, I heard the front door open and shut.
I wondered who was returning to the inn so late.
By the time I reached my room, I heard footsteps thunking up the stairs behind me.
Just because I am a curious bastard, I took my time unlocking my door, waiting to see who had arrived behind me.