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Authors: C.L. Stone

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On another side of the room was a large dark mahogany desk, facing out. The feet were carved into claws standing on top of orbs. The front depicted a dragon sailing through clouds. The top was bare except for a large black desk mat that took up nearly the entire wide surface, a striking contrast to the messy table opposite it.

Broken equipment, computer manuals and an empty desk? If Victor was hiding Academy secrets in this room, he was doing a fabulous job of it. I wouldn’t know where to start.

Victor pushed aside the leather wingback rolling chair from behind the clean desk. He hovered over it, opened the left side drawer, and fingered the underside of the opening until there was a click.

The mat on top of the desk shifted. I drifted closer, curious. Part of the mat opened. A security panel keypad appeared. Victor tapped in a series of numbers and pressed the input button. The mat shifted again, opening up in the middle. Two flat computer monitors drifted up on an unseen platform, positioning to a comfortable eye-level. The screens were already illuminated.

“Neener neener, I know your password now,” I said quietly, faking some humor to hide my awe over his desk seeming to be right out of a spy movie.

Victor’s fire eyes blazed, amused. “What is it?”

I flashed numbers at him with my hands, in the sequence he’d used for his password. “I’m pretty sure that’s it,” I said.

Victor beamed.

“Are we going to get into trouble with her knowing passwords?” Silas asked.

“I trust her,” Victor said absently, directing his attention to the computer screens. A keyboard and mouse had also appeared. He tapped at the keyboard.

“That’s not what I meant. If she knows certain things, other people might want to know what she knows.”

“I’m not going to put her through torture training. Nothing on here is that important.” He stepped back, moving the large chair around. He patted the seat and then curled his fingers at me. “Would you like to sit next to me?”

I nodded, sitting carefully in the chair. “What should I do?”

“Just stay here for now,” he said. He rolled over another one of the shorter office chairs from the long table. He brought it to position in front of the monitors and keyboard. I felt awkward that he gave me his fancy chair and he had to sit in the smaller one. He nudged my chair over, positioning me to his left. “Let me get started and we’ll figure out what to do from there. I’m going to try to track this guy down.”

“What do you want me to do?” Silas asked.

“We need to go through those phone messages,” Victor said. He took my SIM card, but held up my phone to Silas. “Can start with that. Dig through the messages.”

“Do you want me to help?” I asked Silas.

“Not really,” Silas said. He took my cell phone, taking the third chair and rolling it toward the longer desk toward the collection of laptops. He found one that wasn’t smashed, opened it and pushed the button to power it up. “Not that I don’t want you nearby, but I don’t think you want to read these messages.”

I twisted my lips, folding my arms across my chest and sitting back. “Maybe that’s the problem. I haven’t been paying attention. Maybe I should be reading them so I can look out for whoever is doing this instead of trying to ignore everything.”

Silas and Victor shared a silent conversation. Victor let out a short breath. He hooked an arm under my knees, picking up my legs to draw them over his thigh. He slipped his fingers between the strap of my sandals until my shoes fell to the floor. He kicked them out of the way and plopped a hand on my knee, massaging. “Maybe, but not right now. Let Silas do that or he’ll hover over me and tell me to hurry up every five minutes.”

“I don’t do that,” Silas said.

“Yes, you do. You’re worse than North. Or Mr. Blackbourne.”

Silas rolled his eyes, turning away to connect my cell phone to the laptop. “Fine. Let Sang tell you to hurry up.”

“She doesn’t do that,” Victor said. He glanced over and winked at me. “Right?”

“Maybe not today,” I said, glancing off toward the computer manuals on the bookshelf.

Victor turned his focus to the computer. Silas started going through messages. I waited.

I tried following what Victor was doing, but a lot of it was in code, as he was pulling data from the SIM card. The others had various talents, but all I’d known before about Victor was he could play piano, though I’d never heard him play, and that he knew something about computers, which I’d never seen up close like this.

I had no experience of my own to compare his level of skill against. I admired the speed in which he worked, but he was moving way too fast for me to follow what he was doing. The moment a screen popped up, he’d type something in and it’d disappear as he moved on to another open window. What made my insides flutter was the concentration and that determined look on his face. I hated to think it right now because of the nature of the situation; he was handsome when he was smiling, but his looks were killer when his fire eyes roared into a blaze of concentration like he had now.

Since I couldn’t follow what he was doing, I watched Silas, but with his broad shoulders, he easily obstructed the screen, so I couldn’t peek over his shoulder.

I twitched.

I swung left and right on the chair, using Victor’s leg as leverage.

I fingered the arm of the chair, feeling the smoothness of the leather.

There was a faint ticking sound, like that of a clock. I thought it was the hidden computer in the desk Victor was working on. I tried pinpointing it but couldn’t figure out the exact location. It was also irregular, almost irritating.

I folded my legs underneath my body, sitting cross legged in the chair.

I fiddled with the handles of the drawers to the dragon desk.

“Go ahead,” Victor said, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Open them up if you’re curious.”

I didn’t want to pry, but waiting for answers had me craving doing something. I felt so out of place with everyone else working. I simply didn’t know what to do or how to help.

The first drawer was lined with a collection of miniature tools. I imagined it was for breaking into the smaller tablets and cell phones. The tools were mostly silver metal, with ebony handles. I didn’t know what to do with some of the various tools, but the moment I saw the set, I was itching to find another cell phone to take apart.

The second drawer was shallow, with an organized collection of USB drives and a couple hard drives not taken out of their boxes yet.

The third drawer was much deeper and had a collection of typical desk set doodads. There were pencil cups, business card holders, a holder for sticky notes, letter openers, fountain pens, a couple of pocket-sized day planners and a collection of desk clocks. Some of the clocks were still ticking away at incorrect times.

“I thought I heard something ticking,” I said, picking out a circular black clock that was still running. The hands appeared to be made of silver, and the face had what looked like a diamond at the twelve o’clock position. There weren’t any numbers painted on or even lines to help figure out the exact time. “Why do you hide them in the drawer?”

“Don’t really need them,” Victor said.

“Why do you have them?”

“They were gifts. I place a set on the desk when my parents throw a dinner party and they’re giving a tour of the house. Otherwise, they’re just in the way.”

I fiddled with the black clock, twisting the backside knobs to change the time. I ran my fingernail around the edges. I’d have to wedge one of those fancy tools between the edges to pry open the back. My father often got desk sets as an anniversary gift or as a holiday gift from work. He brought his old sets home. I used to open up the clocks and play with them. We didn’t have a lot of toys growing up, so any new thing that came into the house, I was bound to make use of, or at least break it trying to figure it out. “Are you in love with this one?”

Victor’s eyes unfocused from his computer and his head slid around, tilting. “What?”

I held up the clock. “Do you love it?”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “I’m not sure what you’re asking.”

“If I take it apart, will you be mad?”

He laughed. “Oh. Have at it. You can put it back together again.”

“What if I don’t?”

His eyes blazed with amusement. “I’ll get you to buy me a new one.”

I knew Victor was teasing, but just in case, I wanted a backup plan if I broke it. “It’s like ten dollars or something, isn’t it?” Not that I had ten dollars with me, but I thought I could get Luke to let me work at the diner a little bit.

“Knowing my dad, it’s probably a couple thousand ten dollars.”

My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open. He had a drawer full of them! I gazed down at the desk sets, wondering exactly how much money the drawer contained under the guise of simple desk top knickknacks. What was the pencil cup worth? Or the discarded business card holder? How come they looked like regular desk sets that I’d seen over the years?

Silas boomed with laughter. He plopped a hand on his chest and his broad shoulders shook. “I love her face.”

I placed the clock carefully back on the desk. “So I shouldn’t play with it.”

“Play with it, Sang.” Victor said, turning back to his screen.

“Nu uh.”

“If you don’t do whatever it was you were going to do with it, I’ll let Silas use it for baseball practice.”

Well, in that case ...

♥♥♥

I
had the pieces of the inside of the clock splayed out on Victor’s desk before he took a break and sat back again, stretching. I hunched over the corner of the desk with the opened clock. I used a pair of tweezers to clutch a magnetic pin, trying to stuff it back the opposite way it had been inserted previously. If I was right, when I put the clock together again, the gears would rotate backwards.

Victor watched as I positioned the pin inside where I wanted, having to break part of the interior casing to get it to fit right. He grinned. “You’re breaking it on purpose now.”

“Yup,” I said, partially paying attention as I looked back at the other parts, figuring out which pieces went back inside in reverse order. I picked up one of the larger cogs and inserted it into the clock’s body.

Victor stood up, standing over my arm, looking down on me as I worked. It was distracting. I started second guessing which cog was next.

Victor lowered his nose to the top of my head as he hovered. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Kind of,” I said, finding the piece I was pretty sure I wanted. I slowed myself a little, not wanting to screw up with him watching.

He let out a slow breath against my hair. “What
are
you doing?”

“Right now I’m being distracted,” I said softly, teasing. I stilled my hand, turning my head slowly so I didn’t bump him. I had my mouth open, ready to say something else silly, but as I faced him, he hadn’t moved away. He gazed down at my eyes, his nose almost touching mine. He remained there, stationary and looking curious.

Those fire eyes stole whatever words I thought I wanted to say. My lips moved but only my breath was released.

The computer monitor flashed. Victor dragged his gaze away from me to check it. It gave me breathing room. I leaned over the side of the chair to see what he was reading.

The screen blinked the name of a telephone company and an address. A small image displayed a map of downtown Charleston.

“I was hoping this wasn’t what we were looking at,” Victor said. He eased himself back into his chair.

“What is it?” I near-whispered.

“Your caller isn’t using a cell phone. He used a pay phone.”

“How did he send that picture to all of you?”

Victor sighed, sitting back. He ruffled his fingers through his hair. “I’ll check, but I’m going to guess he was smart enough not to use a cell phone for that, too.”

“Can’t we figure out which phone booth he used?”

“I’ve got a guess. It might be the one across the street from the school. There’s a shopping center. If he took off from school, it’d be the closest place to get to and make that call. Unless he got into a car and drove elsewhere.”

I got up on my knees in the chair, leaning over the arm to look closer at the screen. “Can we put cameras there? At that payphone?”

“There’s no telling if he’ll use it again. We can’t put cameras on every pay phone in the city. We might get lucky and the shopping center has one focused on the pay phones. It’ll only be helpful if they’re recording. Too many ifs. It’s a long shot.”

I looked back at Victor. He was sitting back, rolling his head against the back of the chair and sighing.

“Do we dust for fingerprints now?” I asked.

He swiveled his head back around until he was gazing at me. “Who do we look like? The Hardy Boys?”

Silas chuckled at us without looking up from the laptop screen.

I exhaled, sliding a fingertip across my brow. “Why not try it out? Put cameras on those phones. We’ll go back tomorrow and see if he tries calling again.”

“Princess, you’re not going back to school until we can figure out who it is.”

“But he hasn’t done anything to me,” I said. “And it’d be the quickest way to figure out who he is if we get him on camera.”

Silas grunted. “We’re not using you as bait.”

“Yeah, but it isn’t like Mr. McCoy. This kid’s been avoiding us. The more I think about it, it just seems like some kid who just wants attention. I bet if we just go in and let him use his beeping messages from the pay phone, we could catch him. He may prove to be harmless.”

“We’ll see,” Victor said. He absently tapped at his keyboard.

I frowned, sitting back. Was he even listening? He seemed distracted. Or he’d already dismissed the idea entirely, he just wanted to amuse me.

I sighed, turned back to the clock, suddenly disinterested in piecing it back together.

But Victor went back to typing at the computer, now trying to focus on the picture and where it came from. Silas went back to reading through the text messages.

I went back to my self-invented puzzle.

♥♥♥

W
hen my clock was finished, I pushed the battery back inside and snapped the back shut.

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