The Hollows Series Books 1-4. Kim Harrison

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СКАЧАТЬ the sandwiches in half. Pleased with myself, I put one on a plate for me and two on a plate for Nick; he was thin. “Trent keeps the I.S. and the FIB busy with Brimstone while the real moneymaker goes out on the other side of the city.”

      Ivy’s motions were slow in thought as she washed her hands free of the scouring powder once more. “Francis isn’t that smart,” she said as she dried her fingers and set the dish towel aside again.

      I went still. “No, he isn’t. He’s going to get himself tagged and bagged.”

      Jenks landed beside me. “Denon’s gonna piss his pants when he hears this,” he said.

      “Wait up.” Ivy’s attention sharpened. The ring of brown in her eyes was shrinking, but it was in excitement, not hunger. “Who’s to say Denon isn’t on Trent’s payroll, too? You’ll need proof before going to the I.S. They kill you before helping you tag him. And catching him is going to take more than us two and an afternoon of planning.”

      My brow pinched in worry. “This is my only shot, Ivy,” I protested. “High risk or not.”

      “Um.” Nick’s hand was shaking as he reached for a sandwich. “Why don’t you go to the FIB?”

      Ivy and I turned in a poignant silence. Nick took a bite and swallowed. “The FIB would go into a Hollow slum at midnight on a tip concerning bioengineered drugs—especially if Mr. Kalamack was being implicated. If you have any proof at all, they’ll take a look.”

      I turned to Ivy in disbelief. Her face looked as blank as mine felt. The FIB?

      My brow smoothed and I felt a smile come over me. Nick was right. The rivalry alone between the FIB and the I.S. would be enough to get them interested. “Trent will fry, my contract will be paid off, and the I.S. will look like a fool. I like it.” I took a bite of my sandwich, wiping the mayonnaise from the corner of my mouth as I met Nick’s eyes.

      “Rachel,” Ivy said warily. “Can I talk to you for a moment?”

      I glanced at Nick, feeling my ire rise again. What did she want now? But she had already walked out. “Excuse me,” I said, lurching to my feet and nervously tightening the tie on my robe. “The princess of paranoia wants a word with me.” Ivy looked okay. It should be alright.

      Nick brushed a crumb from his front, unperturbed. “You mind if I make some coffee? I’ve been dying for a cup the last three months.”

      “Sure. Whatever,” I said, glad he wasn’t insulted by Ivy’s mistrust. I was. Here he came up with a great plan, and Ivy didn’t like it because she didn’t think of it first. “The coffee is in the fridge,” I added as I followed Ivy into the hallway.

      “What is your problem?” I said even before I reached her. “He’s just some guy with sticky fingers. And he’s right. Convincing the FIB to go after Trent is a heck of a lot safer than trying to get the I.S. to help me.”

      I couldn’t see the color of Ivy’s eyes in the dim light. It was getting dark outside, and the hallway was an uncomfortable black with her in it. “Rachel, this isn’t a raid on the local vamp hangout,” she said. “It’s an attempt to bring down one of the city’s most powerful citizens. One wrong word out of Nick and you’ll be dead.”

      My gut clenched at the reminder. I took a breath, then slowly let it out. “Keep talking.”

      “I know Nick wants to help,” she said. “He wouldn’t be human if he didn’t want to repay you somehow for helping him escape. But he’s going to get hurt.”

      I said nothing, knowing she was right. We were professionals and he wasn’t. I’d have to get him out of the way somehow. “What do you suggest?” I asked, and her tension eased.

      “Why don’t you take him up and see if those clothes in the belfry fit him while I book a seat on that plane?” she asked. “What flight did you say it was?”

      I tucked a stray curl behind my ear. “Why? All we need to know is when it leaves.”

      “We might need more time. It’s going to be close as it is. Most airlines will hold a plane if you tell them you have daylight restrictions. They blame it on the weather or a small maintenance issue. They won’t take off until the sun isn’t shining at 38,000 feet.”

      Daylight restrictions? That explained a lot. “Last flight to L.A. before midnight,” I said.

      Ivy’s face grew intent as she fell into what I remembered as her “planning mode.” “Jenks and I will go to the FIB and explain everything,” she said in a preoccupied voice. “You can meet us there for the actual take.”

      “Whoa, wait a minute. I’m going to the FIB. It’s my run.”

      Her frown was obvious in the dark of the hallway, and I stepped back, uncomfortable. “It’s still the FIB,” she said dryly. “Safer, yes. But they might tag you for the prestige of nailing a runner the I.S. couldn’t. Some of those guys would love to kill a witch, and you know it.”

      I felt ill. “Okay,” I agreed slowly, my mouth starting to water at the sound of gurgling coffee. “You’re right. I’ll stay out of it until you’ve told the FIB what we’re doing.”

      Ivy’s determined look shifted to one of shock. “You think I’m right?”

      The smell of coffee was pulling me into the kitchen. Ivy followed me in, her footsteps soundless. I clasped my arms around myself as I entered the brighter room. The memory of hiding in the dark from fairy assassins quashed any feeling of excitement that the prospect of tagging Trent had given me. I needed to make some more spells. Strong ones. Different ones. Really different ones. Maybe … maybe black. I felt sick.

      Nick and Jenks had their heads together as Jenks tried to convince him to open the jar of honey. By Nick’s grin and continuous soft refusals, I guessed he knew something about pixies as well as vamps. I went to stand by the coffeemaker, waiting for it to finish. Ivy opened the cupboard and handed me three mugs, the question in her eyes demanding an answer as to why I was suddenly on edge. She was a vamp; she read body language better than Dr. Ruth.

      “The I.S. is still spelling for me,” I said softly. “Whenever the FIB moves to make a major play, the I.S. always follows to get involved. If I’m going to make a public appearance, I need something to protect myself from them. Something strong. I can make it while you’re at the FIB, then join you at the airport,” I said slowly.

      Ivy stood at the sink, her arms crossed suspiciously. “That sounds like a good idea,” she prompted. “Some prep work. Fine.”

      Tension pulled me tight. Black earth magic always involved killing something before adding it to the mix. Especially the strong spells. Guess I was about to find out if I could do that. Dropping my eyes, I arranged the mugs in a straight row. “Jenks?” I questioned. “What’s the assassin lineup like outside?”

      The wind from his wings shifted my hair as he landed by my hand. “Real light. It’s been four days since you’ve been spotted. It’s just the fairies now. Give my kids five minutes, and we’ll distract them enough that you can slip out if you need to.”

      “Good. I’m going out to find some new spells as soon as I get dressed.”

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