It was James who broke the silence, though, his voice matter-of-fact. “Am I under arrest?”
Lily studied him. Beneath the outdoorsman’s tan he was pale, his shock visible in the whiteness around his eyes. She shook her head. “Not at this time. The DEA will want to speak with you, but they’re a busy bunch. I doubt they’ll prosecute . . . unless someone pressures them to.”
Alicia gasped. “That’s a threat. You’re threatening James.”
“That would be an abuse of my authority.” Lily had herself back under control. “But I strongly urge you to grant Rule full custody of Toby, as you agreed earlier. It would be awkward for you and James both if this all came out in court and became part of the public record, wouldn’t it? The DEA might feel compelled to do something about a public violation of the law.”
“Mama,” Alicia said. “Mama, you heard her threaten me. You’ll testify that she abused her authority, threatening to arrest James if I don’t give in.”
Louise’s eyes were swimming, but her voice was clear. “Alicia, you concocted this reckless scheme without knowing what the consequences might be. Without even trying to find out. I don’t know how you persuaded James—”
“She said it had been done to other young lupi.” He stared down at his feet. “That if—if we could prevent First Change from occurring, the boy would never turn wolf. She . . . We wanted to save him from violence and ostracism. I . . .” His voice broke. “I thought she knew! I thought she must know about lupi, about . . .” He stopped, clamping his lips together.
Rule looked at him with the oddest expression, almost as if he pitied the man. “The only way to prevent First Change is to kill the youth undergoing it.”
“I don’t believe you,” Alicia said. But her lip trembled.
Louise spoke. “Alicia, you didn’t know what the effect of this drug would be. You assumed it would give you what you wanted, just as you always assume you can bludgeon reality into the shape you want. No, I will not testify for you. I will not allow Toby to live with you—not for six months, not for six weeks. At the moment, I’m not sure I’d trust you with him overnight.”
“Mama.” Tears clogged Alicia’s voice. “Mama, don’t.”
Hurt swam in Louise’s eyes, the kind of deep hurt that doesn’t happen all at once. This had been building for years. “You don’t know your son. You don’t know him, not really, because you refuse to see the parts of him that scare you. Even if you’d been right about this gado drug, what you planned was wrong, terribly wrong. It would be like—like planning to lobotomize him.”
“I want to save him!” Alicia cried. “You used to agree with me. You didn’t trust them any more than I do.”
“I used to fear what I didn’t understand.” Louise paused to give Rule a quick, apologetic glance. “Maybe I still do, a little. But at least I want to understand. You don’t. You just want to make that part of Toby go away.”
At this critical moment, Lily’s pocket rang out with “The Star-Spangled Banner” again. She grimaced and gave Rule a look of apology. He squeezed her hand, telling her it was okay. She hurried to the hall.
This time Ruben’s news had nothing to do with the drama being played out in the living room. After she disconnected, she had to make a couple of calls. She was speaking to Sheriff Deacon when James and Alicia left.
Lily stepped back, giving them as much privacy as possible. It didn’t matter. Neither of them saw her. Alicia was crying quietly. James had his arm around her, his expression bewildered. He’d meant everything for the best, hadn’t he? How could everything have gone so wrong?
Lily had put away more than one perp who’d meant everything for the best. Sometimes she’d felt sorry for them. Not this time.
In the living room, Rule was comforting a woman she did feel sorry for. Lily slipped her phone in her pocket, took a breath, and went back in.
“No.” Louise shook her head. Rule had an arm around her shoulders. “No, don’t call. I don’t need Connie or my son right now. I’d have to talk to them, and—” She drew a shaky breath. “I’m pretty much talked out for now.”
She looked so tired. Lily had seen her looking her age before—when her leg was broken, and yesterday, after the shooting. This was different. “Mrs. Asteglio, I’m so sorry. If you—”
“Louise,” the woman corrected her tartly. “It’s Louise still, and don’t you go thinking any of this was your fault, or that I hold any blame for you in it. You handled it as well as it could be handled. As well as she’d let you handle it,” she added with some bitterness. “I imagine you’ll search back over your conscience later, no matter what I say, because you’re the type to worry that way. So am I. I’ll spend time wondering how I could have blinded myself to just how far sunk Alicia was in her—her hatred for Toby’s heritage, and what I should have done differently with her over the years. But not tonight.”
She pulled back, away from Rule—and patted his cheek. “That’s about as much hugging as I can manage. I’m not as comfortable with it as you are, and never will be, but I appreciate your caring. I’m going to bed now. It’s early, but I . . . the dishes.” She cast a glance at her kitchen, obviously second-guessing her decision. “Well, it won’t take that long.”
“We’ll clean up the kitchen,” Lily assured her. “I think I know where things go.”
“Thank you. And that,” she said with a faint smile, “is quite a compliment, if you don’t know it. There aren’t many I’d trust in my kitchen, but I know you’ll clean it properly. Good night.”
At the doorway, she paused and looked back at Rule. “You’re wrong about one thing, you know. She does love Toby. It’s a wrongheaded love that can’t wrap itself around the whole of what he is, just the human part, and it’s a selfish love in some ways, but it’s there. So’s the fear, but it isn’t only fear of what he’ll become. All his life she’s been too afraid of losing him to let herself stay with him much. Toby knows that, in his heart if not his head. You need to know it, too, or you’ll step wrong with him.”
“Well,” Lily said when she was gone. “How did a woman like Louise end up with a daughter like Alicia?”
“We’ve all got fault lines that our parents aren’t responsible for.” With a gust of a sigh he slid both arms around her, holding her as if that was all he needed in the world. Then stood utterly still, as if movement and words were both beyond him for the moment. His breath stirred her hair.
After a moment he spoke quietly, in a voice husky with emotion. “Toby’s mine now.”
Lily blinked suddenly damp eyes, but felt obliged to say, “Alicia could change her mind again.”
“She won’t.” He stroked her hair. “Not this time. Not when it would mean James’s arrest on drug charges.” He straightened, and now, amazingly, he was grinning. “Was that a bluff, that you’d put pressure on the DEA to make the arrest?”
“The DEA doesn’t much care which cases I want them to prosecute,” she said dryly. “But we could certainly bring some of it up in court and, uh, leak it to the press. The publicity might force them to act.” She hesitated. “You feel sorry for James, don’t you?”
“You gave me the luxury of pity,” he said, and dropped another kiss, this one on her forehead. “You stopped them.”
“Ruben did it, really.”
“Ah, yes. His hunch. How did he happen to have a hunch about a man he’d never heard of?”
“I told you I was going to do a run on James? Well, I asked Ida to do it—just a basic run, you understand, nothing fancy. She said she was ready to e-mail me the results when Ruben came out of his office, looking puzzled. He asked her why she’d run a Level Three search for me. She said she hadn’t, of course. I don’t have the authority for a Level Three—it involves so many agencies outside the Bureau. So Ruben said to her, ‘Ah, I see. But it’s supposed to be Level Three. Let Lily know I authorized it, will you? And find out if she knows why.’ Then he went back into his office.”