There was something changed in that equation. She didn’t know what. But Justin said, “Good. –Ari, he will.”
Jordan came back around the doorjamb, stood there, arms folded.
“You’re not welcome here, boy. As for you–” He looked straight at Ari. “You think Kyle murdered Ari?”
“I’m fairly sure there’s a connection between him, Abban, and that event, yes. All that’s in the past. What we’ve got nowis the possibility, the very real possibility of a military operation directed at Reseune, and people getting killed.”
“Notably you.”
“And a lot of innocent people who haven’t the least idea they’re in danger. You won’t be safe here if Defense launches something. You know far too much. Defensewas perfectly content while you were shut up inside Planys. You never heard them complaining about your being yanked away from Novgorod and going home with Ari that session. You never heard them arguing that it was some political set‑up when you got blamed for Ari’s murder. No. And Yanni didn’t send you to Fargone for exile for one very good reason: because you wouldn’t have lasted the week there.”
“You’re saying Kylekilled her.”
“Was behind Abban doing it. But Defense did it. Let you take the blame. And while Denys and Giraud were in charge, Defense was real easy for them to get along with, if nothing else, because they didn’t push the way Ari did. The same day I took on Denys, Ihauled your ass out of Planys to keep anybody from Denys’ staff from doing you in; and I think that same day some faction inside the Defense Bureau got very, very upset that you’d arrived here at Reseune proper, and worse upset by the chance you might finally be talking to me. I don’t know what Yanni knows. I don’t know if he knows all of it, or just suspects and never could prove it. But I think he knew you were in danger back then, and he saved your life…if nothing else, he intervened more than once to put your son on a safer course and to keep him out of Denys’ path. So I don’t think he was ever against you–the same way he didn’t argue against my bringing you back here. So you’ve had friends all along. Noneof them are in Defense.”
He’d drawn up just a little. His face had gone white, just white. The anger was still there. But he might be thinking. Better yet, he might be listening.
“Nice theory,” he said.
“I wasn’t there,” she said. “I haven’t any way to know any of this. No record shows it. I just watch where the pieces moved, and who moved them. And I draw my conclusions.”
He made an impatient gesture. “You want my help? You want–what?”
“I want your help with Kyle, I want your help cracking the block that’s keeping him on the Defense rolls. My doing it’s probably going to kill him and get no information, because I haven’t had the experience. I need your help, ser. I need your expertise, and I need you to help me find out what else Defense has got inside our walls, before they get desperate enough to do something–like kill me, yes. About now, they’d like to see another Ari, who’ll get to grow up until shestarts asking questions, and maybe die again. Always keeping the power together, keeping Reseune together, dying before she gets to be a threat, reborn just to keep the power together–and let Reseune stay under caretakers they can deal with. Well, I’m not ready to die, ser. I don’t intend to. But I don’t think that’s what Khalid’s playing for at the moment. His actions have been too high, too wide. He’s going for a Council that will give him martial law. Control over all of Cyteen. And us.”
“Where’s Yanni?”
“Still in Novgorod. Hicks is under arrest and we’re on shaky ground with ReseuneSec. The department heads are all mad at me because I’m insisting on security drills and upsetting their routine. Somebody murdered Patil, somebody murdered Thieu, they probably had you on their list to make sure that what you knew didn’t get out–but didn’t want to stir up the old murder case and get questions asked. They were doing just fine as things were–until you came back here. They lost the election and they murdered Spurlin before he could take office in Defense–never mind they hadn’t read the results yet, they had the polls. They could work math. And they moved. That’s a faction at work. Somebody blew up a tower upriver, and it wasn’t the Paxers. It was a diversion of our energies. Or a signal to somebody. Lao’s dead. Khalid’s trying to force martial law. He’s getting very frustrated by now, because Council can’t muster a special decrees quorum if it wanted to, and I don’t know at what hour he’s going to get tired of reporters down at our airport sending out bulletins about Councillors’ families taking shelter here, which is what’s happening. Pretty soon he’ll figure out he’s got to do something about the reporters, and me, and maybe you. I’m due down at the airport in a few hours to talk to them so Councillors in Novgorod know their families aresafe, and more to the point, so Khalid can’t lie to his own Bureau about what’s going on here. But if we make a mistake here at Reseune, the whole of Union is in for Khalid in charge of the government, and that’s not going to be good, so, no, ser, Yanni isn’t here, I’m doing the best I can with not too many people left alive who know what’s going on or even what it’s about, and I need you to tell me what your deal was with Defense, because you’re the cause the Paxers have taken up, while they’re bombing subways, and because you’re the one the first Ari hauled home because you’d been dealing with Defense. And you’ll notice Defense moved fairly fast once you came home to Reseune.”
“My dealwith Defense was to get me the hell out of Reseune.”
“They didthat part of it,” Justin muttered, and drew a black scowl from Jordan.
Then that stare snapped back to her. “If Kyle was theirs, I never knew it. I absolutely never knew it.”
“Who were you dealing with in that Bureau? Was Khalid any part of that group?”
“You want me to come clean? Then I’ll tell you my conditions. My name cleared. Cleared. Freedom to leave. Freedom to write and say what I want– anything. And I’ll tell you about Khalid. Yes, I knowKhalid. There are questions I’ve got, too, with this azi you’ve got, plentyof them.”
“We’ve got a few days,” she said, “maybe a few days to figure out how to get through to him. And I want bothof you working on this.”
“The hell,” Jordan said. “He can stay out of it.”
“Jordan and I will talk about it,” Paul said quietly.
Curiously, then, Jordan glanced aside, didn’t look at any of them, shrugged, and walked back into the inner apartment.
“In the morning,” Paul said to them. “We’ll talk.”
Family, she thought. Family more complicated, in its way, than her dealings with Denys. But it was somehow functioning. She had the feeling something was moving. Maybe it was something Jordan had finally believed. Maybe there’d been some other change in the atmosphere. Paul. Paul had never said a word before. And now Paul had an opinion.
And Justin had asked about Paul’s manual. Hadn’t he? She’d been distracted. Nowshe knew what the latest fight was about.
She walked with Justin and Grant back to Alpha Wing and back to their mutual parting, all their security in attendance, and didn’t say anything but, “Thank you, Justin. Thank you, Grant. Try to work with him. Please.”
“I intend to,” Justin said. “I fully intend to.” After which he and Grant went inside.
She went into her own place, with Jory, with Florian, and felt like asking for a vodka, but she still had to go down to the airport. She still had to talk to the reporters.
She went into her office. Only Florian went that far with her.