“Part of the job,” she said and looked significantly at Nigel. “That goes for both of you.”
“What the hell is going on?” I asked.
Keeva looked around her. Half of the people in the room still had their helmets on. I could surmise what she was thinking. No telling who was listening.
“Let’s go to my office,” she said and left the room. I fell in behind her, and Nigel followed us into the hall. Keeva had left some underling holding the elevator for her, and we stepped in.
Keeva punched a floor number on the panel, anger on her face. “We had simultaneous attacks on Guild directors. Gerin and Ryan are at Avalon Memorial.”
The elevator doors opened. We cut across to the opposite side of the building, not speaking with any other people, and rode another elevator up to Community Liaison. Once in her office, Keeva strode around her desk and sat down, gesturing for us to sit.
“Gerin was meeting with Ryan when they were attacked by one of the human xenogangs. A flamethrower.” She grimaced. “They had a flamethrower. Gerin has minor burns.”
“How’s Ryan?” I had to ask. I wanted to know for my own reasons, but Keeva didn’t need to know that. Yet.
“He’s in surgery.” She paused for a moment. I had to hand it to her. She was demonstrating enormous control.
I looked at Nigel. “Where were you when this was happening?”
He arched an eyebrow. “I was with Manus ap Eagan.”
With a heavy sigh, Keeva dropped her head back and looked at the ceiling. “There was an attempt to break through the gate at the Guildmaster’s home. The last report we had on the dwarf director was that he had not left the Consortium consulate in days.”
“Convenient for him,” Nigel said.
“That’s what I was thinking,” Keeva said.
“Why would you think the Consortium is involved?” I asked.
Keeva and Nigel exchanged glances, but it was Nigel who spoke. “The dominant gang causing trouble in the city consists of elves, and it’s run by a troll. Can’t you put it together, Connor?”
“Are you saying the Consortium is behind this?” I asked.
Nigel nodded. “I’ve been monitoring their movements since the Fey Summit last spring. The Consortium is planning something. I think this is a trial run to test the will of Seelie Court.”
I looked from one to the other. “Alvud Kruge is dead,” I said.
“Your point?” Nigel asked.
“Marchgraf Alvud Kruge, Nigel. Do you really think the Consortium would kill one of its own people, married to a royal family member?”
“Kruge was hardly an ally of the Elven King. I don’t put anything past the Consortium,” he said.
I couldn’t believe they were so obsessive about politics that they were missing the obvious. “He was killed by a drug dealer, guys. The gang that attacked me were TruKnights. They’ve been trying to take over the Weird.”
“There’s not a gang in the Weird delusional enough to take on the Guild,” said Nigel.
“Apparently, this one is,” I said.
Keeva looked at Nigel. “Let’s assume you’re right, Nigel. Given Connor’s attackers and a few of the others, would the Consortium recruit out of the Weird?”
He nodded. “It would make excellent cover for them.”
Keeva turned her screen back. “I agree. I’m putting security sweeps down there until after Kruge’s funeral at least.”
“You can’t hold a neighborhood responsible for the actions of a rogue gang, Keeva,” I said.
She didn’t look up. “It’s just a visible presence until we know more.”
“Keeva, I know what you’re really suggesting. You can’t put an entire neighborhood under martial law without more reason.”
“Caution is enough right now, Connor.” She began typing.
I looked at Nigel in disbelief. “You can’t condone this.”
Nigel stood and went to the door. “I do. These are troubled times that call for strong measures. Despite agreeing to a cease-fire, the Consortium has not changed. They still seek the destruction of the Seelie Court. Do you need anything from me right now, Keeva? I have security plans to work out with Gerin. I think you should see them.”
She shook her head without looking up. “Thanks. I’ll send you and Manus updates.”
Nigel hesitated. “Connor, Gerin will be calling a meeting of the Bosnemeton tonight. Remember the path you once sought.” He bowed his head and left.
She ignored me as she read whatever she had typed, probably an email by her body language. She clicked the mouse, no doubt sending a squad of security agents to the Weird to hassle anyone who spelled funny.
“Something doesn’t fit, Keeva.”
She leaned forward on her desk and put her head in her hands. “I know. But I can’t make sense of it.”
I felt a twinge of sympathy. Keeva might be many things I don’t like, but most times her heart is in the right place. When she remembers she has one. “How are you holding up?”
Stricken, she looked up. “I’ve got two royal delegations I’m trying to keep separated, a funeral with a change in venue, a murder investigation going nowhere, and the entire board of directors attacked. How do you think I feel?”
“I’ll help any way I can.”
She nodded vaguely. “I thought you were dead. Your apartment was broken into. Why the hell did it take you two hours to answer your phone or my sendings?”
“I was blocked. I was checking my messages when I was attacked.”
“Nigel’s right, you know. There are factions in the Consortium that would like nothing more than to see the Guild in chaos.”
I shifted in my seat. My coat might have taken the most of the essence that hit me, but my shoulders were definitely tender. “That’s a huge risk. They’d have to be pretty confident to pull it off. And now that he’s out of the room, I have to point out your blind spot. You’re assuming Manus and Nigel had nothing to do with this.”
The look of surprise that came over her face made me feel embarrassed. “Wow. I knew you had trust issues, but that’s pretty extreme even for you.”
I shrugged. “I’m being an investigator. Manus is definitely sick—I saw that myself. But you heard Nigel. He has just as much motive to make the Consortium look bad as they do the Guild.”
“Do you really think Nigel would resort to murder?”
“I’m not saying that. But I don’t think he’s above using this situation to push the Consortium into a corner.”
She seemed to consider the idea. “Kruge is the key to this. We figure out who killed Kruge, then we figure the rest.”
“It was a drug dealer named C-Note. Eorla Kruge thinks that even if you and Nigel don’t.”
“And why would you know her opinion?” Anger had returned to her face.
I rolled my eyes in answer. “Because I listened to her, Keeva, which apparently you haven’t. She told you a drug dealer might be a suspect.”
“Wouldn’t that fit your cover plot? She would support your theory if she were trying to throw us off the Consortium.”
“Keeva, her husband’s dead. That’s a level of political ambition even you can’t imagine.”
She laughed, a bit weakly for my taste, but she laughed. “That’s why we’re looking for Croda. She may have been the killer herself somehow, but we’re also running down her drug associates.”
I didn’t say anything. Not without knowing why Ryan macGoren had been at Croda’s murder. “You don’t need to put an entire neighborhood under martial law. You need to go after C-Note. His gang attacked me. It’s him, pure and simple.”
She gave me a suspicious look. “You seem awfully confident. What evidence do you have?”
“Word is C-Note’s muscling in. Dennis Farnsworth died on another troll’s turf. His name is Moke. He says it was C-Note’s people.”
Keeva smiled. “Putting aside that Moke may be playing you, has it occurred to you that your attack was coincidence? You’re not really a director, you know. Maybe this C-Note’s gunning for you because of Farnsworth.”
I pursed my lips. I hadn’t considered that. Crystal placed Farnsworth and Kruge in the same room. And there was still the matter of Croda’s recording ward. I didn’t think that was a coincidence.