Bone Music (Burning Girl #1)(69)

“And you thought your life would be in danger if you came over to my house?”

“I just wanted to prepare for the possibility. That’s all. It’s not like I dosed up so I could come over and kick your ass, all right?”

“Of course not.” But he struggles to swallow, and his voice sounds weak.

“Are you gonna be all right? You look pale.”

“It would be easier if I didn’t believe you. But I do. And so I’m freaking out a little right now. Right? I can admit that. I mean, I’m still a man if I admit that, right?”

She laughs, nods. It eases his tension a bit.

“Keep going. So the stalker . . . Is he . . .”

“I didn’t kill him, but I came close. Then I left to get the police. It was adrenaline, I thought. But once I got on the road and I ran into the bikers, I realized it had to be the drug.”

“Bikers,” Luke says flatly. “Bikers . . . in Arizona. Holeee . . . that story on the news? That was you?”

“No. Not entirely.”

“What’s not entirely mean when a biker gang is slaughtered?”

“This isn’t going how I thought it would. Telling you all this.”

“Just ignore me,” he says. “Just keep going. I’m sorry. Keep going. So the bikers?”

“Dylan got the rest.”

“Who’s Dylan?”

“The psychiatrist. My psychiatrist. Or so I thought.”

“A psychiatrist who kills biker gangs.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And the stalker guy? What happened to him?”

“Dylan killed him.”

“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that Dylan isn’t just a psychiatrist.”

“No. He isn’t. He’s a scientist with some sort of military background. When he just called me to find out why I wasn’t out in the world using the other pills he gave me, he described the heat signature of every living thing in this field. Including you.”

“I see.”

“He also identified you by name.”

“Probably from my license plate,” he says calmly.

“I figured that part of the story would freak you out more than all the others, but instead it’s knowing I might be able to trounce you that’s got you sweating.”

“I’m not sweating. Am I sweating?” He angles the rearview mirror to look at himself. “Yeah. OK. Well, male privilege being called into question. Whatever. I went to college. I get it.”

“I’m not sure it’s your license plate that did it. He says he’s working with a company that made twenty-five billion dollars last year, and they hire the best private security firms in the world. I wouldn’t put it past them to have some kind of facial-recognition software.”

He grunts, nods, and looks at the empty road. But she’s more taken with what he doesn’t do. He doesn’t jump from the car and run for the nearest cover. He doesn’t even look to the sky for the tiny blip of a drone that might have been circling overhead this whole time. Instead he’s processing. Absorbing all she’s told him.

He’s into this, she realizes.

Maybe because he doesn’t know the half of it. Wait until he watches the footage. Right now he’s probably imagining her doling out superpowered high kicks and crippling uppercuts, not bending metal with her bare hands.

“Twenty-five billion dollars a year,” he finally says. “What kind of company makes twenty-five billion dollars a year?”

“I feel like this is a rhetorical question.”

“I can think of two kinds off the bat. Defense contractors and pharmaceutical companies. One’s good at surveillance; the other makes antianxiety drugs.”

“I didn’t realize drug companies made that much money,” she says.

“It’s one of the most profitable businesses in the world.”

“Is there one that does both?”

“Not that I know of. Not that anyone knows about. But nobody knew about this drug, right?”

And the fact that you could see that right off the bat is part of why I need your help right now. But she doesn’t say it. Because he’s smiling.

Why is he smiling?

“Why are you smiling?” she asks.

“Because my brother is going to have so much fun fucking with these people.”

“Wait. What? No!”

“Well, that’s what you’re gonna ask him to do, right?”

“No. I . . . I was going to ask him to get background on Dylan so that I had some idea of who he was and why he was doing it. But I don’t need it now because I know what I’m up against, and it’s fucking terrifying.”

“You didn’t even know their names.”

“I know they can see us from space. That’s enough to know I shouldn’t send your brother after them.”

“I think you’re underestimating my brother.”

“We’re not talking about the dean of a corrupt community college.”

“I know. That’s why I think Bailey’s gonna be pumped.”

“Luke, you are being completely insane right now.”

“You just brought me a story about a drug that gives you enough strength to pound biker gangs into the pavement. Maybe slow your roll when it comes to handing out the crazy label. Just sayin’.”