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It took a few hours for the cops to finish their investigation and clear out. I hung with Jill while she packed and fretted about leaving her house, though she did finally agree that it was for the best, especially with the baby. To my surprise she even called in sick. Hell, it wasn’t every day you could use dead-body-on-the-lawn as an excuse. Zack disappeared for a while, but came back as the last unit pulled away.
Zack and I drove back in his car, and Jill followed behind, having pointed out that she’d eventually need her vehicle for work. As we pulled up to the house, my gaze went first to the two pickup trucks, then to the brand new double-wide mobile home and the workers busy around it, about fifty yards from the house on the east side.
“Um, Zack?” I said, dragging my eyes from the sight to him. “It’s barely eight a.m. You had this ready and waiting, didn’t you.”
He glanced over, smiled i
“Sneaky,” I said chuckling. “Jill will figure it out.”
“What’s wrong with being prepared?” he asked, wide eyed. “It’s not like I’d already moved it here or anything.”
“Right,” I said with a laugh. “That’s why they’re co
“Uh, it was put in earlier this morning?” he offered with a sheepish grin as he climbed out of the car. “I pla
“No,” I agreed. “But she’ll be okay. She knows the deal now, and if nothing else she’ll do it for the bean.”
“If that body had to be dumped, I’m not complaining about the location.”
“That’s the spirit!”
He snorted. “I’m going to go make sure everything’s in order, then I have to get to work.”
“Fun times.” I looked over at the mobile home and the deck being assembled in front of it. “Looks like a nice one. You did good, Zack.”
“With a little help from my friends.” He gave me a wink and a smile, then strolled off to prepare the nest for his sweetie.
Chapter 25
I left Zack to show off the mobile home to Jill, and headed into the house with breakfast on my mind, drawn by the delicious smell of something Jekki had cooking. I caught a glimpse of Bryce in the utility room as I entered the kitchen, ducked into the doorway and saw him gazing at the panel of our conventional security system. “Everything okay?”
Bryce winced as though he’d been caught overstepping guest prerogative and glanced over at me. “Should have asked before coming in here. Sorry.”
“It’s cool. I know you’re okay.” I peered at the panel I had yet to learn how to operate. “You know about this stuff from your work with StarFire? Anything wrong with how it’s configured?”
“Nope. Looks solid,” he said. “And Zack said there are also magic, er, arcane protections.”
“Around the whole perimeter and on the house.”
He nodded. “Only thing I’d like would be visuals on the fence.”
“We definitely want a surveillance system but haven’t had time to make a solid plan.” I tilted my head. “You interested in pulling together a concept for us?”
A broad smile lit his face, nicely breaking the tough-guy façade. “Sure! You have a budget?”
“How about you propose the best plan to adequately cover the property, and we’ll work from there.”
His brow creased. “You sure you’re okay with me working on this?”
“If you meant us any harm at all, I’d know by now,” I reassured him. “It’s cool.”
“Yeah,” he said, smiling wryly. “Can’t keep secrets around here, not with the lord.”
I glanced out the window to where Mzatal ceaselessly traced sigils and worked the flows of the mini-nexus in his search for Idris. “Not a chance,” I said with a low snort. “This will be a big help to us. Thanks. We need this place secure as possible.”
Bryce cleared his throat, took a breath as if to say something, then didn’t.
I frowned. “Something on your mind?”
“Yeah,” he said. “There is. You have a minute?”
“Sure. How about we leave the luxury of the utility room and go out on the back porch.” I headed for the door. “I have chairs there, plus I can keep an eye on Jill’s new place in case she or the workers need anything.” I could also intercept anyone who headed toward Mzatal, though I suspected he had aversion wards set. To those without the ability to see arcane flows, Mzatal would appear to be engaged in graceful movement akin to T’ai Chi.
Bryce followed me out, and we settled in the rocking chairs Ryan and Zack had assembled in my absence—after three years of the chairs’ remaining boxed and untouched in my shed. The heat and humidity were already rising, but for now it was still bearable enough to be outside.
When I looked over at him, he seemed distant, troubled. “Hey, you okay?”
“Nope,” he said, his face a grim mask. “Paul tracked what happened this morning. Did the body you find have prominent ligature marks on all limbs and neck, or only deep ones on wrists?”
I frowned. “Wrists only.”
He nodded. “Probably heavy bruising along the ribs under the arms on both sides and, if they were serious, flaying.” He delivered the description in an expressionless voice, eyes flat.
I regarded him. “You know who did this. I mean, specifically which one of Farouche’s people.”
“I’ve eaten lunch with him a hundred times.”
I controlled a shiver of ick. Bryce met my eyes. “Kara, before any more time passes, I need to make sure you know exactly who you have in your house.”
My brows lifted. “Did I miss a memo?”
He rubbed a hand across his forehead. “Yesterday, before the lightning show, I was in there talking to Jill, watched a movie with her and got a chance to feel her baby kick. Then it hit me.” His throat worked. “She’s a cop. If she knew what I am, she wouldn’t be anywhere near me, especially with the baby. And Ryan, Zack, you. All cops. You did right by me, and you deserve to know who . . . what I am.”
I shifted to face him more. Mzatal had been with him for two days in the demon realm, and I knew Bryce wouldn’t be here now if he was any sort of a threat to us. But it was clear he needed to come clean, and I could totally respect that. “All right. Tell me who I have in my house.”
He took a deep breath. “About fifteen years ago I started in security and bodyguard duty with StarFire. Three years of clean work. Nothing that crossed any lines.” He looked away, then back to me, kept steady eye contact. “Twelve years ago I was . . . promoted. I’ve been over the line ever since.”
I noted that he left out the leap from Veterinary Medicine to security. “You’ve killed people?” I asked, purposefully keeping my face as expressionless as his and my tone even.
Bryce gave a micro nod worthy of Zack.
“How many?”
“Twenty-seven.”
“Any of them in self-defense or defense of another?” Though the number shocked me, I kept my voice neutral.
“Yes.” He shifted his weight in the chair.
“Any of them straight up murder?”
He drew a breath and reverted from speech to the micro nod.
“Any of them outside of Farouche’s orders?”
He blinked then answered with a strong, “No.” Pain swept over his face, and he shook his head. “Shit. Yes. The first. An accidental shooting.”
I gave a neutral nod of acknowledgement. The roommate and friend, the one with the rottweiler. “Tell me about this promotion of yours.”
His eyes went barren, empty. “I went from StarFire to Mr. Farouche’s i