Part 22 (2/2)
Because I know things you don't. ”Not exactly, no.”
”There have been a number of unusual occurrences across the country. The serial killer in Toronto, an amnesiac man who disappeared from a Vancouver hospital, the DNA match between the children born of these pregnancies and a”-Boileau looked down at the papers before him-”a claw. These things, along with the freak earthquake that hit Vancouver . . .” His voice trailed off and he raised his eyes back up to hers. ”Detective, your name seems to be the one common thread between these incidents. We'd like to know why.”
”You forgot to add the scrolls to your list.”
Boileau and the others exchanged a flurry of glances. For a shot in the dark, her accuracy was impressive. Boileau cleared his throat.
”You know about the scrolls.”
She nodded.
”And did you know they're missing?”
”Missing?”
”The Church reported the theft to Interpol yesterday, but they've been missing for more than a week.”
h.e.l.l. She'd known it was just a matter of time before those d.a.m.n things bit them on the a.s.s.
Resting his elbows on the table, Boileau folded his hands and leaned forward. ”I'll be blunt, Detective Jarvis. We're dealing with a highly nervous population. That makes us nervous, too. We know what's in the scrolls and what the DNA evidence tells us, and we know that-somehow-you're connected to everything that's happening. If we're going to keep a lid on this, however, we need to know more. We need to know everything.”
Alex stared out the window. The drizzle that had started while they were in the taxi from the airport had settled into a steady, miserable downpour. She grimaced, picturing her umbrella on the closet shelf at home.
”Well?” Boileau prompted.
”You must have theories,” she said, knowing full well she attempted to sidestep the inevitable. Maybe she should have let Aramael come into the meeting with her after all. Maybe he could have done one of those memory-wipe tricks and made all of this just go the h.e.l.l away.
”Detective-”
She shoved back the chair and stood. Arms crossed, she paced the width of the meeting room. ”What if I told you it was true?”
”The information in the scrolls?”
”Yes.”
Boileau tapped his pen against the table. ”What if I told you we already believed it?”
Tension she hadn't known she held in her shoulders slipped away with a suddenness that made them sag. She stopped pacing and stared at the others. Not one gaze turned from hers. ”Seriously?”
”Not exactly as written, of course. The scrolls are thousands of years old, after all, written when humans had little to no understanding of possibilities such as extraterrestrials, and-”
”Extraterrestrials?”
”Of course. That is your explanation for this, isn't it? We've been studying the possibility for years. Decades, even. It would be arrogant in the extreme to believe ourselves the only life in the universe, after all. And now that the children born of these pregnancies are exhibiting such unusual traits-”
”Wait,” she interrupted. ”Unusual how?”
The minister's aide leaned back with a sigh. He exchanged another look with one of his companions, the woman from the GOC, who shrugged in response. Your call, the gesture said.
”Inhumanly so,” Boileau said. ”They're continuing to mature at a phenomenal rate, their IQs are off the charts . . .”
She waited, certain he hadn't finished.
But it was the woman who continued. ”There's evidence of other traits as well,” she said. ”Violent ones. And . . .”
Alex stared at them, but the four gazes that had so willingly held hers a moment before had settled with steadfast focus on the table before them. ”And?” she prompted.
”And they've disappeared,” Boileau said. ”Two days ago.”
Chapter 51.
”You wanted to see me?”
Lucifer looked up at the owner of the rumbling voice, a former Virtue whose ma.s.sive form filled the doorway. ”Qemuel. Come in.”
Qemuel's gaze flicked to the bloodied bundle of rags in front of the fireplace. Then, with a shrug, he strolled over to stand before Lucifer's desk, his hands folded loosely before him. Every inch a thug, he had always done what was asked of him without question. Unlike certain other Fallen Ones.
”I have a task for you.” Lucifer tipped back in his swivel chair. ”The Naphil you were tracking for Samael a few days ago-do you remember her? Where she lives?”
”And where she works.”
”Excellent. I want her sister.”
”Dead?”
”Alive. Find her, then come and get me.”
”I thought Samael was watching her now.”
”So did I. If you run across him, make sure he doesn't see you.”
The former Virtue raised an eyebrow, glanced again at the rags, and unfolded his hands. ”Done,” he said. ”Should I send someone in to clean that up for you?”
Lucifer looked over at what remained of Raziel. ”Thank you, but no. I'm not done with it yet.”
With a last shrug, Qemuel ambled back out the way he'd come in.
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