She picked up the paperweight and placed it on the edge of the desk in front of him. “Explain.”
He paled. “What?”
“Are you going to tell me you didn’t take this from my office recently?” she asked.
He shifted in his seat and licked his lips. “Uh, no. I use it when you’re not here. I should have asked. I’m sorry.”
His words registered heavily as untrue. “That would be plausible if your essence was on it and mine wasn’t completely stripped. Neither is the case. You have no fey abilities to do that. Who did you give it to?”
A knock sounded on the door. “Come in,” Laura said.
A Danann security agent entered, his wings flared open and glowing white with charged essence. The Guild’s elite force wore black uniforms designed to intimidate and a chrome helmet that completely covered the head and hid identity. They were highly trained, faithful, and utterly discreet. If possible, Liam turned even more pale.
“Let me repeat my question. Who did you give my paperweight to?” asked Laura.
“Mariel, I don’t understand what’s going on,” he said.
Laura tapped her inner essence until her eyes glittered with shots of white and gold. She slapped her hand on the desktop. The wood cracked. “Answer me!”
Liam flinched. “He said his name was Sean Frye. He’s an Inverni that works for the Guildmaster’s office. I checked.”
“What did he want?” she asked.
Liam shifted his eyes between Laura and the security guard. “He said you had been implicated in acts against the Guild, and they needed a sample of your essence. I checked with the Guildmaster’s office, and they confirmed who he was.”
“He lied, Liam. Sean Frye is a false name the Guildmaster’s office uses for undercover agents. You didn’t go through proper channels,” she said.
Sweat broke out on Liam’s upper lip. “He came to my apartment, Mariel. He scared the hell out of me.”
“What else did you give him?”
“Your schedule. He said they needed to set up surveillance to see who you were passing information to.”
Laura went cold with realization. “What schedule did you give him, Liam?”
“Your appointments in Anacostia and the one at the FBI,” he said.
She wanted to lash out in rage. “What else?”
Liam shifted agitatedly. “Nothing. He called this morning. He wanted your updated schedule. I didn’t give it to him.”
“How do you contact him?”
“He gave me a phone number,” Liam said.
Laura slid paper and a pen across the desk. “Write it down and give me your cell phone.” He did as she asked. When he placed the cell on her desk, Laura let the essence retreat from her eyes. “You should have gone through channels, Liam. You should have called Terryn macCullen.”
Liam was on the verge of tears. “I was going to. After that bomb went off at the FBI, I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid the Inverni had tried to kill you, and I was afraid you might have set it off to kill that agent. I was going to call Mr. macCullen today.”
The fear and truth in his voice pained Laura. She slumped back in her chair. “You thought I set off a bomb that killed an FBI agent?”
Still afraid, he became defensive. “I don’t know what the hell you do, Mariel. You disappear for days and weeks at a time. I never know where or why. You could be an assassin for all I know. I thought that guy checked out, but I screwed up.”
She felt sick to her stomach. And angry. “Do you know what happened at the FBI building, Liam? Let me tell you…”
“I heard about the bomb,” he said.
Laura stood and trembled. She dropped her voice low and deadly. “Do not interrupt me. I’ll tell you want happened at the FBI, Liam. I was early for my appointment with Lawrence Scales, a husband and father of two young children. We talked and I left, Liam. You know what happened then? A package with essence radiating off it was delivered. I went to warn Scales, and the bomb blew. My essence triggered it, Liam. The bomber used my essence from this paperweight to set a trigger.”
She slammed the crystal sphere on the desk. “A man is dead because you didn’t make the right fucking phone call.”
Laura nodded to the agent. “Detain him until you hear from me.”
The agent stepped forward, giving Liam the opportunity to stand on his own. Tears streaming down his face, Liam didn’t hesitate to join him. “I’m sorry, Mariel. If there’s anything I can do to make up for it, I will.”
He meant it. She didn’t care. Showing no emotion, she turned to her computer. “Get out.”
The door closed behind them. They were gone. Laura’s fingers trembled as she reached for the keyboard. She had trusted Liam. She thought he liked her. She thought the Mariel persona was above suspicion for everyone, especially her own assistant. To think that someone so near found her so unknowable nauseated her. Had she become so lost in her personas that nothing of her true self showed? Had she become so shut off from her own self-awareness, she didn’t even recognize herself anymore?
She brushed a tear off her cheek and thought of Sinclair. What was he seeing? Did he really want to get involved with someone like her? Why would he? Why would anyone? She shoved her fears aside and took a deep breath. She was Laura Blackstone. That much she knew. That she could hold on to. Laura Blackstone knew how to get a job done. She would worry about who she was later.
If there was a later.
CHAPTER 25
FROM THE CHRONIC state of disarray in Laura’s InterSec office, it was obvious no assistant cleaned up after her. The desktop and two credenzas held stacks of reports she never got around to filing. Someone scanned major reports into the computer system anyway, giving her even less incentive to tidy up. Even the guest chair that Sinclair occupied had papers on it. He didn’t bother to remove them before he sat.
Laura rubbed her finger along the edge of Blume’s business card as she waited for the number to connect. The simplicity of the card struck her again, the lack of need or desire to impress.
“Officer Crawford,” Blume answered.
Laura pursed her lips. She hadn’t given him Janice’s cell number. “Yeah, it’s me. I need some work.”
“I believe you are on sick leave,” he said.
“It’s a respiratory thing. I was wondering if you could use me for something that doesn’t involve running.” A trickle of essence came out of the phone. Blume didn’t hide his attempt to sense her location. She pushed back before his spell had time to take an imprint of her surroundings. She didn’t really care if it did, since the Guildhouse wouldn’t have surprised him, but she didn’t want to look sloppy when she was applying for a security job.
“Why the change of heart?” he asked.
She rolled her shoulders in a disinterested shrug. As Laura or Mariel, she didn’t use much body language on the phone. It felt right for Janice, though. “I don’t see any overtime in my future, and I need cash.”
“I can offer you door security,” Blume said.
Exactly what Janice had told him she didn’t want to do. If anything, Blume was a game player. “That’s fine. I’m free tonight and next Tuesday.”
Amusement colored Blume’s voice. “Oh? I may not need you then.”
Laura threw her hands up. “Whatever. You offered. I’ll look somewhere else if you don’t have anything.”
“No, it’s fine. Let’s start you tonight and see how things work out. Nine o’clock.” He disconnected.
Laura glanced at Sinclair. “He bit. I’m on the door tonight.”
Sinclair stretched out his legs and knocked over a stack of journals. They both ignored it. “I’m working security for a meeting at seven. What’s the plan?”
She walked around the desk. “Ingratiate. We get the lay of the land. I want to know if Blume is more connected to Alfrey. I’m getting coffee. Want any?”