Archenemies (Renegades #2)(11)

They had worked as a team then, hadn’t they? And they had successfully rescued the girl.

He appreciated his team. Respected them. Even loved them.

But he wasn’t convinced that a superhero didn’t sometimes have to go off on their own. Maybe there weren’t any lone wolves in the Renegades, but … the Sentinel wasn’t a Renegade, was he?

“So,” said Adrian, turning back to Simon, “if you and Tsunami were looking for the Sentinel, who went after Hawthorn?”

“Hugh and Tamaya,” said Simon.

Hugh Everhart—Adrian’s other dad, the invincible Captain Chromium. And Tamaya Rae, Thunderbird. The only founding member other than Adrian’s mom who had the power of flight.

“Have we heard anything?” he said.

Simon checked his wristband and shook his head. “I’m worried the trail had gone cold by the time we got here. But her accomplices are in custody and we’ll begin interrogations immediately. One of them will talk.”

“What do you think they wanted all that medication for?”

Simon heaved a sigh. “The drugs they took are used to develop a powerful opioid. It’s a pretty lucrative business for those who are willing to produce and deal it. And of course, for every street dealer doling out these drugs, there are plenty of sick patients at the hospitals not receiving the help they need. The bag Hawthorn had was mostly painkillers, and it’s going to be difficult for the pharmaceutical industry to replenish the supply on short notice. It’s been hard enough to bring back legitimate drug production as it is.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Luckily, your team managed to keep a lot of those drugs off the street. It could have been much worse.”

Adrian wanted to accept the compliment, but he couldn’t help but focus on their failure more than their successes. They should have been able to stop Hawthorn. “Will you let me know once they have Hawthorn’s location? If you’re going to send a team after her, I’d like to—”

“No,” said Simon. “If Hugh and Tamaya don’t bring her in today, we’ll be assigning another unit to the case. Your team has sustained too many injuries. You’re taking a few days off.”

“But—”

“Don’t.” Simon held up a hand. “This is non-negotiable.”

“Are you saying that as my dad, or my boss?”

“Both, and also as someone who cares for Ruby and Danna. They need time to recover, Adrian.”

“Fine, then let me, Nova, and Oscar be a part of it.”

Simon scratched the dark whiskers on his chin. “Is this going to be Nightmare all over again?”

“We found Nightmare, didn’t we?”

“You almost got killed.”

“Yeah. I’m a superhero, Pops. How many times have you almost gotten killed? And you don’t hear me complaining about it.”

Simon groaned good-naturedly. “What now? Why do you care about Hawthorn? It was just another mission, Adrian. You guys stopped six of the seven perpetrators. We got back most of the medicine they took. You did well.”

“I like to finish what I start.”

“Is that all?”

Adrian drew back. “What do you mean?”

“I just wonder if maybe you’re trying a bit too hard to prove yourself these days, after what happened at the carnival.”

Adrian scowled. He hated being reminded of how he had failed at the carnival. True, he had found the Anarchist known as Nightmare, but he had also allowed the Detonator to play him like a pixilated character in an old video game. He had replayed those moments with the Detonator a thousand times in his mind, trying to figure out what he could have done differently to stop her. His hesitation had allowed the Detonator to set off two bombs, resulting in dozens of innocent people being hurt, and Adrian couldn’t help feeling responsible for each and every one of them.

It was Nova who had shot and killed the Detonator, putting an end to her terrorism. If Nova hadn’t been there, Adrian didn’t know what might have happened. He should have done more to stop her. He should have figured out sooner that killing the villain would deactivate the explosives.

Maybe it was because he had the Gatlon code authority echoing in his thoughts. Killing an adversary should always come as a last resort.

Nova had recognized that they were at the last resort. She did what needed to be done.

Why hadn’t he?

“I’m sorry,” said Simon, squeezing Adrian’s shoulder. “That was thoughtless of me. You and Nova both handled yourselves well, given the circumstances. I’m sorry you couldn’t save Nightmare, but no one regrets that we no longer have to worry about the Detonator.”

“Save Nightmare?”

Simon lifted an eyebrow. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Adrian’s shoulder jerked and Simon dropped his hand. “I wanted information on my mother and her murder. I thought Nightmare might have that information. It had nothing to do with saving her. So she’s dead—it’s not exactly a tragedy.”

“Right. That’s what I meant. And I know … regardless of who she was and the things she’d done, her death was a disappointment to you. To all of us, if she truly did have information that would have solved Georgia’s murder.”

Disappointment didn’t begin to describe how Adrian felt at losing that tenuous connection to his mother’s killer. He knew Nightmare wasn’t the murderer—she was far too young for that—but he was convinced that she had known who it was. Even now, months after he had fought Nightmare on the rooftop overlooking the parade, her words often echoed through his head.