“This is… this is that girl.”
“Yeah, it’s her. The one who took your eye, right? Well, she’s always been a fighter, I guess. You should have seen what I took off her just now. Mace, a Kubotan, sweet little folding knife… Hey, man, you’re welcome. She probably would have taken that other eye.”
Skull Face smiled. His hand shot out and he grabbed her by the back of the hair. She had to force herself not to take him down and break his neck.
Scared. You are scared.
He twisted her head back. She didn’t fight him. He said something in Thai.
“Where’s my sister?” she said, grimacing.
He looked at her. “What?” he said in English. “You forget your Thai?”
“What did you do with her?”
He smiled and pulled her closer. That curry smell… it was exactly the same. It made her feel she was back in the box again. On the boat. On her knees. A nightmare from her childhood bursting into the present.
“Everything,” he whispered.
And suddenly the dragon was gone. She was just Labee, in the clutches of the man who had hurt her. Who had hurt Nason. It had never stopped. It was never going to stop.
Skull Face pulled her by the hair across the room, Redcroft behind them, his gun still out. She caught a glimpse of a couch and chairs, an enormous flat-panel monitor, a dining room set. Then they were at an interior door, presumably to the suite’s bedroom. Skull Face rapped sharply on the door.
A voice came from the other side. “What on earth is it?”
Senator Lone. Even if she hadn’t already known it was him, even after so many years, even muffled by the door… she would have recognized that voice. So much like his brother’s.
“Come out,” Skull Face said. “You need to see this.”
A moment went by. Then the door opened. It was Lone, tying the belt of the hotel robe he was wearing. Unlike the other two, he looked older, his hair thinner, his cheeks sunken.
Livia heard quiet sobs coming from inside the room. She strained to look. And saw a naked girl, on the bed, handcuffed to the back of the latticed metal bedframe. She looked like not even a teenager.
No, she thought. No. Please. No.
Lone looked at Livia, then to Skull Face, then to Redcroft, then back to Livia. “Is this who I think it is?”
Redcroft nodded, the gun still pointed at Livia. “She wants to know where her sister is. Came all this way to ask you.”
“Just tell me,” Livia said. “Just tell me where she is.” And she meant it. If she could know that, she wouldn’t care anymore. About fighting. About anything.
Lone clapped a hand over his mouth and stared at her as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Then he pointed at Skull Face. “Call your people. Have them come and take the girl. This is so much more interesting.”
Skull Face pulled a mobile phone from a jacket pocket, held it to his ear, and said a few words in Thai. Then he replaced the phone and pulled a pistol from a cross-draw nylon shoulder holster. He pointed it at Livia. The holster… it was the way she’d expect a cop to carry. Not a criminal. And the gun was a SIG Sauer P320. The full version. Again, not something your average bad guy would favor-the size made it too hard to conceal.
She glanced at Redcroft’s gun. A Glock, and smaller than Skull Face’s. She wondered how he’d gotten it into Thailand. The diplomatic pouch maybe. Or maybe Skull Face had supplied it.
Redcroft slipped his gun into a holster at the back of his waistband. That’s where he carried-and why she hadn’t seen any telltale bulge when he’d first stood to open his room door. He went into the bedroom and unlocked the handcuffs, then pulled the sobbing girl off the bed. She looked maybe eleven.
Nason’s age. When they’d taken her.
The girl was bleeding from between her legs. It was too much. It brought Nason too close. Livia clenched her jaw and tried to stop herself. But she couldn’t. She began to cry.
Redcroft tossed the handcuffs on the bed and helped the girl into her clothes. The girl was shaking all over. It looked like it was all she could do just to stay on her feet.
Redcroft led the girl out of the bedroom. She looked at Livia as they passed as though beseeching her to do something. And all Livia could do was cry harder. She shook her head and whispered, I’m sorry, over and over again. She watched Redcroft lead the trembling girl through the living room and into Redcroft’s room. A moment later, there was a knock on Redcroft’s door. When he came back, the girl was gone.
Livia was still crying. But deep down, under all the pain, and grief, and horror… something stirred. Only a little. Just a tiny movement, something no one else would notice. As though the dragon was letting her know it understood now, it had to be quiet. It had to wait. But that it was still there. That it was ready to do what it had always done. So ready.
All she had to do was let it.
63-NOW
Redcroft said, “All right, she’s gone. I should go back out and keep watch.”
Lone smiled. “I don’t think that’s necessary. Nobody’s coming. Well, somebody already did, but she’s here now. I think you can stay.”
Redcroft looked at Livia. “You see? This is part of why I like working for the senator. He knows how to treat his employees.”
Lone gestured to the living room. “Why don’t we go in here? It’ll be more comfortable.”
Skull Face gestured with his gun. Livia moved into the living room, the men behind her.
Redcroft settled into one of the overstuffed chairs. Skull Face gestured with his gun to the couch across from the chairs. Livia sat on it. Lone took the chair next to Redcroft. Skull Face remained standing next to the couch, keeping his gun on Livia.
Livia blinked away the tears and looked at Lone. “Tell me what happened to my sister. Please, just tell me that.”
Lone glanced at Redcroft, then at Skull Face. “Well, what do you think. Should we tell her? It seems unkind not to.”
Skull Face smiled at that. But Redcroft’s amused expression faded, replaced by something closer to… concern. Livia didn’t know what it meant, but she didn’t like it.
“Well, Livia,” Lone said, “what happened was this. Your sister Nason was supposed to join you on that boat to Llewellyn. My brother was going to foster you both. But you did a stupid thing. You made Chanchai very angry.”
Chanchai. His name was Chanchai. Not Kana, as Tyler knew him. But to her, he would always be Skull Face.
“And… Chanchai went a little too far. But he knows that. He apologized for it. Told me everything. That’s part of why we’re friends. Because we trust each other. Isn’t that right, Chanchai?”
Skull Face nodded. He was smiling, clearly enjoying watching Lone torment her.
“Now, Chanchai asked Fred and me how we wanted to handle things, given your sister’s… condition. That is to say, we couldn’t very well have my brother take in a little refugee girl who was that traumatized. At a minimum, she needed special care. I have to tell you, initially I was not happy at the news. Nason was supposed to be mine. Plus, how was Fred going to manage you without a sister for you to worry about protecting?”
He rubbed his brow and looked down for a moment. “Ah, it’s making me miss him. Anyway, Fred said, ‘We’ll make do. As long as I just tell her I’m trying to find her sister, and eventually that I know where her sister is, it’ll be almost as good.’ And he was right, wasn’t he? He always was the clever one. It’s why he stayed in business while I pursued politics. Although, in the end, I suppose we both did all right.”
None of it was surprising. It all fit what she had already pieced together on her own. But it was still agonizing to hear. It was as though his words were ripping away scars and probing the wounded tissue underneath.