Blood Bound (43 page)

I shrugged. “Murder’s a lot easier than divorce. And he
can’t
divorce you, can he?”

Ruben laughed out loud, and I couldn’t quite make myself regret the warm note of satisfaction winding up my spine.

“Whore!” She came three steps closer, and I disengaged the safety. I didn’t want to kill her, but I wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet in her thigh. Would he let this go that far?

“Ruben, tell her we aren’t sleeping together.”

He lifted one brow at me. “What you and I do together is none of Michaela’s business.”

I gaped at him. “She’s your
wife.
”

He nodded calmly. “And the details of my marital contract are none of
your
business.”

“Fine,” I said, relieved to see that Meika was as frustrated with his lack of cooperation as I was. “If you like the spheres of your life kept separate, tell her to go home. She’s the last thing we need to deal with right now.”

“Actually, she’s exactly what we need right now. Michaela, tell her what your Skill is.”

Meika scowled, but had no choice but to comply. “I’m a Traveler.”

“Congratulations. Go home and get a cookie.” I turned back to Ruben. “We don’t need her, and she doesn’t want to help anyway.”

“We
do
need her, and she will help whether she wants to or not.”

“Help with what?” Meika asked, obviously thrown off by the fact that neither of us had stripped naked to flaunt our nonexistent sexual relationship in front of her. When no one answered, she took a closer look at her husband and I could almost see the lightbulb blink to life over her head. “You found him.” She stomped toward him, brandishing the knife. “You will
not
bring that little bastard into my house.”

Cavazos grabbed her wrist and squeezed. Meika gasped, and the knife fell to the floor. She glared up at him, and he stared back without releasing her or easing his grip. “Do not ever speak like that about my child again.” He let her go, and she rubbed her wrist, but resisted the obvious urge to back away from him. “The child, as it turns out, is a girl. And Jake Tower has taken her. Olivia is going to help me get her back.”

“Tower? Why?” Meika glanced at me, and I nodded to confirm what he’d said, though my version might have gone a little differently.

“That’s what this is about, Michaela. There’s no affair.” I’d been trying to tell her that, but she’d always refused to listen, and I wasn’t allowed to give specifics about my work for Ruben. But since he’d disclosed our business, I could finally speak about it in front of her. “The217;7;s just a scared, probably traumatized little girl, only a couple of years older than Isabel.”

Her eyes flashed angrily. “Do
not
say my daughter’s name. You don’t get to talk about her.”

“Fine.” I could understand that. Names are power and family is sacred, and I wasn’t a part of her family. I didn’t want to be. “But Ruben’s right. We probably will need a Traveler.”

“Go to hell,” she snapped. “I won’t help you bring back the product of his infidelity.”

Ruben rolled his eyes, finally tiring of the theatrics. “Michaela, sit on the couch and shut up.”

She went—she had no other choice—and I was impressed that she managed to slink across the room instead of stomping like a pissed-off toddler. Meika dropped onto the couch sideways, so she could still see us both, and I would have bet a year’s rent that she was
really
regretting the
oboedientia
part of her marriage oath.

“She’s just going to get us all killed,” I said, meeting Michaela’s hateful gaze boldly, though I spoke to her husband.
Including Hadley.

“She will do as she’s told,” he insisted. “And make my life miserable in return, no doubt.” Cavazos glanced at his watch. “My men should be ready to go in a few minutes. All we need is a location. Call Caballero and find out what’s taking so long.”

I pulled my phone from my pocket, irritated by the order, yet unable to resist it, but before I could even flip it open, it buzzed in my hand and a message appeared on-screen. From Cam’s phone.

“Shit…” I mumbled, and scanned the text again, to make sure I’d read it right. “Tell your men to go home,” I said, and Cavazos lifted both brows in question. “A sledgehammer won’t work for this one. We’re gonna have to use a scalpel.”

“What the hell is she doing here?” Cam asked with one glance at Michaela, before he’d even closed the front door.

“Spewing venom with every word.” I thoroughly enjoyed the angry look she shot at me. Its effectiveness had worn off about fifty heated glances ago.

“I came to kill my husband’s whore,” she snapped.

Cam laughed, which pissed her off even more. “How’d that work out for you?”

I stifled a smile and wrapped one arm around his waist. “You know, I thought she’d be happy to find out I’m not sleeping with her husband, but instead, she seems to have…I don’t know…lost her purpose. It’s like neutering a cat—now she just sits there and licks herself.”

“She killed Elle?” Anne asked, and I sobered instantly at the reminder. Michaela might have been neutered for the moment, but she knew how to work the loopholes every bit as well as I did, and she was the reason we were all here. Killing Elle had set this whole catastrophe in motion.

“Elle?” Meika frowned, obviously trying to place the name.

“Tamara Parker was really Noelle Maddox,” I explained, my voice so cold I could practically see my own breath. “One of our best friends.”

Meika shrugged. “Your friend was fucking my husband.”

“Then why didn’t you kill
him?
” Anne shouted, and Cam led her past the couch, drawing her away from the temporarily caged psychopath.

“If I could kill him, the little brat would be an orphan, rather than a bastard,” Meika mumbled. I wasn’t sure anyone else heard her, but I did, and I’d had enough.

“All right, bitch, listen up…” I dropped onto the couch next to Michaela and felt carefully between the cushions for the knife I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten about. Even empty-handed, she was fierce, and when she got in my face, ready to shout, like I’d known she would, I pressed the tip of my reclaimed knife into her stomach, just hard enough that she could feel the point.

Meika froze, and I followed her frightened-deer glance to find Ruben watching us in interest. But making no move to intervene.

Michaela blinked, and her breathing quickened, but she closed her mouth and stared into my eyes from about four inches away.

“I’m not sleeping with your husband,” I whispered, where only she could hear. “But someone is. Several someones, at my last count. If you have a problem with that, maybe you should have tattooed
fidelitas
on
his
arm.” For emphasis, I flicked the loose short sleeve covering her own marriage vows. “But since it’s a little late for that, you’re going to have to learn to live with his games. Or better yet, beat him at them. But leave me and my friends out of it. Or else I’ll make sure you have plenty of time to think about your mistakes, while you’re recovering from whatever damage I manage to inflict before Ruben decides to pull me off of you. Got it?”

With that, I marched into the kitchen and returned the steak knife to the block while everyone else gathered around the table. Without Michaela, who wasn’t allowed to join the group until she learned to play nice—an ironic declaration, coming from her husband.

“Why the hell would he take her to his own home?” Cavazos demanded, jumping right to the point. Which I appreciated.

Cam shrugged. “To keep her close? Maybe even to keep her happy. She’s not old enough to use as a donor yet—I don’t think he
can,
until her Skill manifests—so maybe he’s planning to keep her there until it does.”

“In his house? Like a part of his family?” Cavazos scowled, and I realized that for him, the fight had just gotten a little more personal. It pissed him off that his mortal enemy had spent more time with Hadley than he had.

Cam stared at the table, obviously trying to figure out how to answer without breaching his service oath. “I can’t say much about Tower’s home or his family, but I can say that he doesn’t run things quite the same way you do.”

“And how do I run things?” Ruben was accustomed to dealing with people who couldn’t freely give information and he knewk the right questions.

“From the outside looking in, you seem to keep your family separate from your business. Tonight being the unfortunate exception,” Cam said, with a backward glance at Michaela. “Some people don’t mind mixing the two. Some homes don’t house only family.”

“His employees live with him?” I asked. Like most people, I’d heard a lot of rumors about Jake Tower, but that wasn’t one of them.

“Some people have
some
employees they trust as much or more than they trust their own family, and it’s helpful to have them close at all hours,” Cam said, hiding behind a thin but effective shield of vagueness.

“Evidently one of those employees is a Jammer,” Anne added, and Cam looked relieved to let her take over, saying what he clearly couldn’t. “The pull from Hadley’s name died before we even drove off.”

“Maybe he moved her,” Michaela said, obviously interested in spite of affectations to the contrary.

“No,” Anne insisted. “The pull died all at once. It was there one minute, then just gone. If they’d moved her, it would have faded or at least changed direction. She’s being Jammed.”

“That’s going to make her hard to find once we get in,” I said.

“The real problem is getting in,” Cavazos said, and I nodded. Cam looked as if he wanted to say something, but there wouldn’t be much he could contribute to a conversation about breaking into his boss’s home.

“Cam…” I began, and he stood. He already knew what I was getting at.

“I’ll be in the bedroom with my headphones on….”

“Why?” Anne asked, and I answered for him, as he trudged down the hall, disappointment clear in the slump of his shoulders.

“Because if he actually hears our plans to breach the Tower syndicate, he’ll have to report it.”

“He already knows we’re going after Hadley. Won’t he have to report that, too?” she asked.

“If he had to, he’d have already done it,” I assured her. “But I suspect he’s found a loophole for that one—he hasn’t officially been notified of Tower’s new business venture, so he’s not obligated to defend it.”

“Oh.” Anne smiled. “Ironic, isn’t it? Tower’s trying to keep things top secret, but by leaving Cam out of the loop, he’s letting us into his house.”

“I doubt it’ll be as easy as ‘letting us in,’” Cavazos said, and suddenly I regretted discussing contract loopholes in front of him—I didn’t want to give him any pointers on how to narrow the inevitable gaps in his own boilerplate. “If his home security is set up anything like mine, there will be armed guards at every entrance, and those guards may be Blinders, so if you try breaking in the old-fashioned way, you’ll find yourself shot and bleeding out in absolute darkness.”

For a moment, I was surprised that he’d reveal so much about is own security measures. But he wasn’t saying anything I didn’t already know, and unless he was willing to completely cut Anne out of Hadley’s life—and he wouldn’t be; it wouldn’t be in his daughter’s best interest—Anne would likely soon be spending some time at the Cavazos estate.

“Okay, but your wife’s a Traveler, right?” Anne said, and I was pleased that she’d been paying attention, even when she’d looked too distraught to focus. “Surely she can get us in. One at a time is risky, but it’s better than not at all.”

“It won’t be that simple,” Michaela said, twisting to fully face us from the couch, no longer even feigning disinterest. Either she’d decided she really would rather make Ruben’s life hell afterward, or she was actually anticipating the job we were about to pull—the boldest, most dangerous breach of a syndicate’s inner defenses I’d ever heard of. And for the first time, I wondered what she’d done before she married Cavazos. Before she became a wife and a mother, and let someone seal the oath
oboedientia
on her arm. Was she active in the syndicate—an employee of her future husband? Was it possible that she now missed the action, and that part of her obvious personality disorder was the result of being effectively shelved away from the action?

Or was I giving her too much credit?

“Why not?” Anne asked, and Cavazos deferred to his wife with one outstretched hand.

“Do I get to sit at the grown-up table now?” Michaela snapped. And when he nodded mutely, she stood and directed her explanation to Anne, though most of what she said was new to me, too.

“You can not just shadow-walk into any of Tower’s buildings, including his house. I’d bet my life on it. You certainly can’t get into any of
ours
that way. All the closets are kept lit. The beds have storage beneath them. Tables have glass tops. Showers and cabinets have glass doors.”

“What about at night?” Anne asked. “I tried to leave the lights on all night once and nearly lost my mind. I couldn’t sleep, even with my sleeping mask.”

Michaela actually laughed—she didn’t seem the least bit threatened by Anne, for which I was profoundly grateful. “An overhead infrared grid is the cornerstone of any good security setup.”

Anne frowned. “What does that mean?”

“It’s exactly what it sounds like.” Meika leaned against the back of the couch, and her accent lent an exotic flavor to what was already an interesting explanation. “Every room in the house has lighting recessed into the ceiling. A grid of them, placed at precise intervals. They look like normal accent lights, but the bulbs are all infrared, and there are no switches. They’re on all the time, though they can be turned off at the master control in the security room. Even though you can’t see the light they shed, it covers nearly every square inch of the house, leaving no shadow big enough to walk through—unless you are a toddler.”

“But how does that help?” Anne asked, and I listened as closely for the answer as she did—we were way beyond my understanding of shadow-walking. “Infrared light isn’t visible to the naked eye. So there would still be shadows where te visible light doesn’t fall.”