Night Study (Soulfinders, #2)(76)

“Speaking of disappearing,” Valek said. “I’ve a job for your security force, Endre. How many soldiers are there?”

“Five others beside me.”

“We need more. Can you recruit from neighboring forces?”

He shook his head. “My captain can, but she’s not going to do it because I ask her to.”

“Then I’ll ask her. Let’s go.”

“Now?”

“Yes, I’ll explain on the way.”

“What about me?” Annika asked.

“Find a seamstress, a bolt of a solid dark fabric and five gallons of sculpting clay. Bring them to the station as soon as you can.” Valek didn’t wait to see her reaction. He strode from the apartment with Endre close behind.

Detailing his discoveries and his plan to Endre, Valek hurried through the empty streets. Everything had to be in place by the time the storm arrived.

Captain Tahnee scowled at Endre—the newly revealed spy in her domain—but she sent messengers to Krillow and Coral Caye with Valek’s orders.

“I’ll need Endre and one other to go with me to arrest those kids,” Valek said to Tahnee.

“You’ll need more than that. There’s five of them,” she said.

Valek waited.

“Fine. Mikus,” she barked.

A slender soldier no more than twenty years old snapped to attention. “Yes, sir!”

“You’re with them.”

His face paled. “Yes, sir!”

She pressed her lips together for a moment as if swallowing a sigh. “What can we do while you’re gone?”

Valek listed a number of tasks. A dubious expression creased her face, but she agreed and organized the rest of her staff. Valek asked Endre to fetch five pairs of manacles, then they headed to the abandoned barn.

“They’re young, so you shouldn’t have any problems,” Valek explained. “You are going to go in first, rouse them, manacle their hands behind their backs and make them kneel.”

“Is that really necessary?” Endre asked. “They’re just a bunch of kids.”

Mikus sucked in a breath, as if he couldn’t believe Endre dared to question Valek.

“I want them scared and off balance,” Valek said. “I’m going to make an entrance and terrify them. This way they will divulge all they know. For this age group, it’s more effective than goo-goo juice.”

“Ah, nice.” Endre’s tone held approval.

Grabbing the end of his shirt, Mikus twisted the fabric.

“Mikus, I encourage my agents to ask questions so they can understand what’s going on. I also value their input. If Endre thought my plan sucked, he’d say so and explain why he believed that without any consequences.”

“Oh.” Mikus’s voice squeaked. “And...would you change your plan then?”

“Depends. If Endre’s reason had merit, then yes. If I didn’t agree with him, then no.” And that had been the same relationship the Commander and Valek had shared until recently. Perhaps Yelena had been on the right track regarding the Commander’s unusual behavior. Had Valek missed vital clues from Ambrose? It was something to consider after he dealt with the Storm Thieves.

They reached the overgrown path. Valek signaled for silence, then he motioned for them to wait while he checked the barn. Keeping close to the trees, Valek approached the structure and looked through the window. The teens hadn’t moved. He fetched Endre and Mikus.

When they drew close to the door, Valek mouthed, Go! The two men yanked their swords and barged into the barn, yelling at the teens to get against the wall. Valek remained outside as shouts and cries sounded. A clang of metal followed a curse.

One young man darted out. Valek tripped him. He sprawled in the dirt, but not for long. He scrambled to his feet and by the time Valek neared, he’d spun with a dagger in his hand. Quick little scamp.

The scamp brandished the weapon. “Don’t come any—”

Valek kicked the boy’s wrist, sending the knife flying through the air. He pounced, grabbed the scamp’s arm and twisted it behind his back. Valek grasped his shoulder to steady the boy.

“Keep still,” he ordered his prisoner, “or I’ll break your arm.” Valek tugged it higher to emphasis his threat.

The scamp gasped in pain.

When the noise from inside the barn subsided, Valek pushed the boy ahead of him. “Move.”

They entered. The other four knelt with Endre and Mikus standing behind them. The Storm Thieves’ faces whitened another shade when they spotted their friend.

“You missed one,” Valek said.

“Sorry, boss.” Endre strode over, snapped the manacles on the scamp and dragged him to join his associates.

Valek gazed at the five with what Yelena called his cold killer expression. “Congratulations, your antics during the last couple seasons have caught my attention.” He waited a beat. “Do you know who I am?”

They kept quiet.

“Endre, tell them.”

“You are Adviser Valek. The Commander’s assassin and right-hand man.”

His name had the desired effect on all but one. Panic flared in four sets of eyes, but the scamp glared—a challenge.

Valek said, “Tell me the plan for tonight.”