Vengeful (Villains #2)(92)
“How peculiar.”
“What part of lying low did you not understand?”
“Well,” she said coyly, “I didn’t sign my name in the ashes.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You are making it very hard to look the other way.”
“Crime has gone down, as promised.”
“No,” said Stell, “it’s simply been consolidated.” He lowered his voice as he paced the hall. “Tell me you have something to show me, besides this gross display. Preferably something related to the subject of our mutual interest.”
Marcella sighed. “You really do take the fun out of things. I thought we could have lunch to celebrate, but since you’re obviously busy, I’ll go ahead and tell you now. I found your EO killer.”
Stell stiffened. “Is he with you now?”
“No,” said Marcella. “But don’t worry. A deal’s a deal. And I still have a week.”
“Marcella—”
“I’m sending you a photo. To whet your appetite.”
XXIII
ONE WEEK AGO
EON
SHE really was clever, thought Eli.
He lay, stretched out on the cot, staring up at his reflection in the mirror ceiling as he turned the problem like a coin between his fingers.
Through some combination of strategy and luck, Marcella had managed to flank herself with two compatible powers. He lined them up in his mind.
The ruiner. The shapeshifter. The forcefield.
Up close. Long distance. And everything between. Together, their powers were nearly impregnable. But find a way to separate them, and Marcella would die just like anyone else.
Footsteps sounded beyond the glass, and a second later, the far wall went clear, revealing a very red-faced Stell. “Did you know?”
Eli blinked and sat up. “I’m not omniscient, Director. You’ll have to be more specific.”
Stell slammed a piece of paper against the barrier. A printout. A photograph. Eli swung his legs off the cot and approached the glass. Stilled when he saw the face in the photo. There he was, the narrow face, hawkish in profile, chin grazing the collar of his trench coat. Not a good photo, not a clear photo, but Eli would recognize him anywhere.
Victor Vale.
“Two years,” said Stell. “That’s how long you’ve had to track him down, and Marcella delivers this in less than two weeks. You buried it. You knew.”
But Eli realized, staring at the photo, that he hadn’t known, not really. He’d wanted to be right, wanted to be sure, but there had always been that fissure, a line of doubt. Now, it sealed, smoothed, solid enough to bear the weight of the truth.
“I guess you didn’t burn the body.”
“God dammit, Eli,” snarled Stell. He shook his head. “How is this possible?”
“Victor’s always been terrible at staying dead.”
“How?” demanded Stell.
“Serena’s little sister had the inconvenient ability to resurrect the dead.”
“Sydney Clarke? You listed her among your kills.”
“Technically,” said Eli, “Serena was supposed to take care of her. Obviously she got cold feet.”
One more thing he’d have to handle himself.
Eli dragged his gaze away from the photo. “What are you going to do about him?”
“I’m going to find him. You two can each have a cell to rot in.”
“Oh, great,” said Eli dryly. “We can be neighbors.”
“This isn’t a fucking joke,” snapped Stell. “All your talk of cooperation, I knew it was a ruse. I knew you couldn’t be trusted.”
“In the name of God,” scoffed Eli. “How many excuses will you find to vindicate your own stubbornness?”
“He’s been out there, killing humans and EOs, and you knew.”
“I suspected—”
“And you didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t burn the body!” roared Eli. “I put him down, and you let him get back up. Victor Vale’s continued existence, and the deaths he’s since accrued—those are your failures, not mine. Yes, I kept my suspicions from you, because I hoped I was wrong, hoped that you hadn’t been so foolish, hadn’t failed so catastrophically. And if you had, well, then I knew my warnings would fall on deaf ears. You want Victor? Fine. I’ll help you take him again.”
He went to the low shelf, drew the hunter’s folder from the row of case files.
“Unless you’d rather let Marcella lead you through her hoops instead.”
He dropped the folder in the open tray.
“I’m sure once she figures out Victor’s value, she’ll make you pay every cent.”
Stell said nothing, his face a poor imitation of a stone wall as he slowly reached for the file. But Eli, of course, could still see every crack.
“My advisement,” he said, “is on the last page.”
Stell skimmed the instructions in silence, and then looked up. “You think this will work?”
“It’s how I’d catch him,” said Eli, truthfully.
Stell turned to go, but Eli called him back.
“Look me in the eye,” said Eli, “and tell me that when you find Victor, you will kill him once and for all.”