Mine to Possess

The cop thanked them for it. “I thought I’d never get out,” he said as they helped him to the car. He wasn’t so pleased when they took him to a small and very private changeling hospital, used only by wolves and, now, the cats. “What the fuck?”

“Tally likes you,” Clay told him. “Shut the hell up and get better so she doesn’t worry.”

Max grimaced. “How long am I going to be stuck here?”

“Doc said you’ll be out end of the week if you do what you’re supposed to.”

That made Max happier. “I’ll be a boy scout. Happy hunting.”

Clay didn’t ask how the man knew they were hunting. “Thanks. We’ll give you an update afterward.”

“At least I got one of the fuckers.” Yawning, Max dropped off.

That done, they got into the car and checked in with Lucas, who was keeping an eye on Talin’s apartment.

“No movement,” Lucas told them. “Rina’s come and gone. Did a pretty good impression of Talin. Went in, turned the lights on and off, opened and closed the closets, played the recording you made of Talin muttering, then snuck out the back. Oh, yeah, she took the initiative and faked having a shower, too.”

Clay hoped that that would be enough to draw out the kidnappers-earlier today, while Tally had been busy with Jon and Noor, he’d come in and confirmed that the apartment was being monitored. There were at least ten bugs inside.

He and Dorian arrived at the meeting spot across from the apartment building as the clock was ticking one in the morning. They weren’t the only ones. “You really think this’ll work?” Judd asked from the shadows. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re just hoping the person behind this will turn up here once his surveillance tells him Talin has surfaced.”

“We’re going on instinct,” Clay said, unsurprised the SnowDancer lieutenant had accepted his invitation. Judd was proving a good man to have at his back, though Clay had had to threaten to kick his ass after the way he’d spoken to Tally. “The bastard has to start somewhere and this is Tally’s last known location. Thanks to Rina, we might even have fooled Larsen into thinking she’s moved back in.”

They all went silent. Minutes turned into tens of minutes. Nothing stirred.

“If it was me,” Judd said, “I’d go for Max-far easier to get Talin’s location by breaking him.”

“Max is no longer accessible,” Dorian muttered, smug.

Judd didn’t say anything for another ten minutes. “It would still be inexcusably stupid to come here. He should go to Shine and torture Devraj Santos.”

“Jesus.” Lucas’s scowl was in his tone.

“Logic says,” Judd continued, unperturbed, “he’ll go to those likely to know Talin’s location, not run to this place she hasn’t been to in days. He won’t fall for the Rina gambit.”

“You’re thinking with the trained mind of a soldier,” Dorian said. “Larsen isn’t a soldier, he’s a scientist playing at murder. He was smart at the start, I’ll give you that, but the recent slipups all smack of an amateur overreaching himself-the failed attack on Max, the way the bodies were dumped, even the mess he or his goons made of Talin’s apartment.”

“Psychological warfare.”

“No.” Clay shook his head. “I had a look today. What they did was savage, like bullies trying to scare a child.” Losing those pictures had to have hurt Tally. Clay intended to replace each and every one. “There was a senselessness to the whole thing.”

Lucas’s anger was a naked blade when he spoke. “You’re thinking we have ourselves a sociopath using experiments as cover to prey on children?”

“Yeah.” That was what he had never been able to understand-and what had probably confused Tamsyn-about the photos of those fragile, broken bodies. There had been too much glee in the way the victims had been brutalized. Someone had hurt those children simply because he could. “Worse, I think he’s slipped the leash-no one in the Council superstructure would’ve okayed anything but the total disappearance of the victims. Larsen wanted them found because he wanted the attention.”

“If that’s true,” Dorian added, “it means things are seriously shaky in the PsyNet.”

“Because they’ve had too many mistakes escape lately?” Lucas asked.

“Think about it. Before Enrique”-Dorian’s tone was a chilling frost as he named his sister’s killer-“we hadn’t heard of any violence in the Psy. But after him, we had that serial who was hunting Faith and now this.”

At the time that Faith was being stalked, Clay had been so close to going rogue, he’d suggested leaving the Psy to clean up their own mistakes. He hadn’t cared about anything. Now, God, how he cared about Tally. She could drive him crazier faster than any other person, he thought with a smile, but when she melted, she was pure honey.

“There have been other incidents.” Judd’s comment cut into his thoughts. “Killers they’ve managed to hush up, others who have become more active.”

“Why the sudden signs of disintegration?” Lucas asked. “The assassination can’t be the cause-it only just happened.”