Madman's Dance (Time Rovers #3)(140)

The instant she exited the bedroom, Theo popped up out of the chair and started talking nonstop. She only caught some of the words: sixpence, time pulse, gunpowder.

Then it hit her. “Time pulse? That’s from our time.”

He nodded energetically. “It’s my guess there’s one of those coins in each barrel. When a time pulse reaches it, it heats up and sets off the gunpowder, which ignites the dynamite, all at strict intervals. Before it does that, however, the pulse is passed on to the next coin, and so on.”

Cynda lowered herself onto the couch. “You suspected something like this, didn’t you?”

“Not exactly, but I’ve always felt there was something bigger at work than a few disgruntled shifters. Until I saw that coin, I’d thought I was just being paranoid.”

“Can we stop them?” she asked.

His energy began to fade. “I’m not sure.”

“If we don’t, we’re marooned.”

“That’s a distinct possibility.” His tone was gentler than usual, more introspective.

“Well, there are worse places to be exiled,” she remarked. “I’ve been to some of them.”

What would it be like to live here? She could easily pawn the Prince’s necklace for money and live comfortably by Victorian standards. Her knowledge of the future would work in her favor. There’d be Sunday carriages rides in Hyde Park with Sephora. She could visit the Crystal Palace with Keats, have lunch with H.G. Wells, watch Davy Butler grow up.



It sounded great, but she knew it would get old very quickly. Society’s complex rules would chafe her just as much as in 2058. Once the disease shield wore off and the Dinky Docs were exhausted, she would be at the mercy of nineteenth century medicine.

Then there was the matter of Theo. She’d already noted Keats’ disapproval. How well would Alastair and the sergeant take to his presence on a permanent basis?

“You’re forgetting something,” Mr. Spider nudged.

The bombs.

Her eyes met Theo’s. He’d been thinking along the same lines. If they didn’t get this fixed, London would be a pile of ash.

“I think it’s best we don’t get marooned,” he said.

“I heartily agree.”

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They all stood under a rotting overhang, out of sight of the locals and constables as the rain pelted down unmercifully. Cynda’s boots were leaking and she was wet to her ankles. Her male disguise was a disadvantage: she was used to having more layers to keep her warm.

“You understand what you have to do?” Theo asked, brusque even for him.

“Yes, I understand.” Hopkins said. He was being polite. Theo had repeatedly explained the plan until Cynda thought their heads would explode.

“What about you?” Theo asked, eyeing her.

“I got it.” The first time you told me. And the fifth.

His uncharacteristic case of nerves was fueling hers. If he was that worried, what chance did they have of stopping this?

Theo turned his intense gaze to the three Guv agents behind her. “What about you guys?”

Three nods, all in unison. They never spoke. Maybe they’re all mutes.



“Your first priority is to neutralize the explosives. If you can capture the delivery man, that’s great, but it’s not paramount.”

None of this was new. He could have summed it up easily: find bombs, disarm them, head to the nearest pub to celebrate.

“One last thing.” He lowered his voice dramatically, so they had to crowd close to hear him. “Do not use your interfaces to communicate, to execute a transfer or even a side-hop. If you create a time pulse within fifty yards of any of the barrels, you may trigger an explosion and start the chain reaction prematurely. We go about this low tech. Understand?”

That was new. Nothing like saving the best for last.

“Expect some pushback,” he warned. “If you have any trouble with a local, turn them over to the constables. You’ll find one patrolling the street near your location. If they give you any problems, let them know that Sir Charles Warren, the police commissioner, has approved our efforts. If anyone asks, you’re with Pinkerton’s. Once you’ve finished, go back to the rendezvous point.”

“How did you get Warren to sign off on that?” Cynda asked, perplexed.

“I didn’t. Someone else pressured him.” The look he gave her told her not to pursue the issue.

“Got it,” she said. “Can we go now?”

“Yes.”

There were grunts of acknowledgement as the pack scattered. Hopkins took off at a brisk pace, heading north with the other agents. Then it was just the two of them. Cynda was only a few blocks away from her first location, so she waited for Theo to leave. He didn’t. Instead, he stepped closer.

“I know what I’m supposed to do,” she said, her patience gone.

He put his hand on her cheek. It felt warm to the touch despite the weather. He’d forgotten she was dressed as a man. Luckily, no one was nearby.

“I wanted you to know…” He hesitated. “I…” Clearly unable to put his feelings into words, he bent closer and kissed her lips. The kiss was feather light. When she didn’t pull away, the second was stronger, more insistent.