The Hollows Series Books 1-4. Kim Harrison

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      I swallowed hard as I reached for the two cups. Now it was my turn for trust. There might be anything in those tiny white pills, but finding relief from my pain was beyond expectation. The pills rattled as I brought the cup close and peered down at them.

      I’d heard about pills. I’d had a roommate who swore by them, keeping a bottle of white tablets next to her toothbrush. She said they worked better than amulets, and you didn’t have to stick your finger. I had watched her take one once. You were supposed to swallow them whole.

      Nick leaned close. “You can palm it if you want,” he whispered, and I shook my head. I quickly upended the cup with the aspirin, tasting the bitter bite of willow bark as I took a swallow of tepid water. I struggled not to cough as I felt the pills go down, clenching at the pain the sudden movement brought on. This was supposed to make me feel better?

      Nick patted me hesitantly on the back. Through my watering eyes I could see Edden all but laughing at my ineptness. I waved Nick off and forced myself to sit up straight. A moment passed, then another. Still the aspirin didn’t take effect. I sighed. Nothing. No wonder humans were so suspicious. Their medicines didn’t work.

      “I can give you Kalamack, Captain Edden.” I glanced at the clock behind him. Ten forty-five. “I can prove he’s dealing in illegal drugs. Both manufacturing and distribution.”

      Edden’s eyes went alight. “Give me the proof, and we will go to the airport.”

      I felt my expression freeze. Ivy had told him nearly everything, and he still wanted to talk to me? Why hadn’t he taken the information and brought some glory for himself? God knew it would be cheaper. What was he up to? “I don’t have all of it,” I admitted. “But I heard him discussing the arrangements. If we find the drugs, that’s proof enough.”

      Edden pressed his lips together to make his mustache move. “I won’t go out on circumstantial evidence. I’ve been a fool for the I.S. before.”

      I glanced at the clock again. Ten forty-six. His eyes met mine as I looked away, and I bit back a flash of annoyance. Now he knew I was in a hurry. “Captain,” I said, trying to keep the imploring from my voice. “I broke into Trent Kalamack’s office to get the proof but got caught. I spent the last three days as an unwilling guest. I overheard several meetings that substantiated my beliefs. He’s a manufacturer and distributor of illegal biodrugs.”

      Calm and collected, Edden leaned back and swiveled his chair. “You spent three days with Kalamack and expect me to believe he was speaking the truth in front of you?”

      “I was a mink,” I said dryly. “I was supposed to die in the city’s rat fights. I wasn’t supposed to escape.”

      Nick shifted uneasily beside me, but Edden nodded as if I had confirmed his suspicions.

      “Trent is running a rainbow of biodrugs out nearly every week,” I said, forcing my hand down from playing with my hair. “Blackmailing anyone who can afford it and who is in the unfortunate situation of needing them. You could chart his hidden profits by plotting the I.S. Brimstone takes. He’s using them as a—”

      “Distraction,” Edden finished for me. He hit the nearby file cabinet, leaving a small dent. Both Nick and I jumped. “Damn! No wonder we never catch a break.”

      I nodded. It was now or never. Whether I trusted him or not was irrelevant. If he didn’t help me, I was dead. “It gets better,” I said, praying I was doing the right thing. “Trent has an I.S. runner on his payroll who has been heading most of the I.S. Brimstone takes.”

      Edden’s round face went hard behind his glasses. “Fred Perry.”

      “Francis Percy,” I corrected him, a sudden flash of anger warming me.

      Eyes narrowed, Edden shifted in his chair. Clearly he didn’t like a bad cop any more than I did. I took a shaky breath. “A shipment of biodrugs is going out tonight. With me, you can nail them both. The FIB gets the credit for the tag, the I.S. looks like a fool, and your department quietly pays off my contract.” My head hurt, and I prayed I hadn’t just flushed my only chance down the toilet. “You could make it a consultant fee. An aspirin for an aspirin.”

      Lips pressed tight, Edden looked at the acoustic-tiled ceiling. Slowly his face calmed, and I waited, stilling myself as I realized I was clicking my nails together in time with the ticking of the clock.

      “I’m tempted to bend the rules for you, Ms. Morgan,” he said, and my heart gave a thump. “But I need more. Something the higher-ups can chart on their profit and loss statements that will show value for more than a quarter.”

      “More!” Nick exclaimed, sounding angry.

      My head throbbed. He wanted more? “I don’t have anything more, Captain,” I said forcefully, frustration riding high in me.

      He smiled wickedly. “But you do.”

      My eyebrows tried to go up, halted by the tape.

      Edden glanced at his closed door. “If this works out—catching Kalamack, I mean …” A thick hand reached to rub his forehead. When his fingers dropped, the easy, self-assured confidence of an FIB captain was gone, replaced with an eager, intelligent gleam that set me back a pace. “I’ve been working for the FIB since I left the service,” he said softly. “I worked my way up by seeing what was missing, and finding it.”

      “I’m not a commodity, Captain,” I said hotly.

      “Everyone is a commodity,” he said. “My departments at the FIB are at a great disadvantage, Ms. Morgan. Inderlanders have evolved knowing human weaknesses. Hell, you’re probably responsible for half our mental hang-ups. The frustrating truth is, we can’t compete.”

      He wanted me to rat on my fellow Inderlanders. He should have known better. “I don’t know anything you can’t find in a library,” I said, gripping my bag tightly. I wanted to get up and storm out, but he had me right where he wanted me, and I could do nothing but watch him smile. His flat teeth were startlingly human compared to the predatory gleam in his eye.

      “I’m sure that’s not entirely true,” he said. “But I’m asking for advice, not a betrayal.” Edden leaned back in his chair, seeming to collect his thoughts. “Occasionally,” he said, “tonight with Ms. Tamwood, for example, an Inderlander comes to us seeking help or with information they don’t feel—prudent—taking to the I.S. To be honest, we don’t know how to deal with them. My people are so suspicious that they can’t gain any useful information. On the rare occasion when we do understand, we don’t know how to capitalize on it. The only reason we were able to contain Ms. Tamwood is because she agreed to be incarcerated once it was explained we would be more willing to listen to you if she did. Up until today we have reluctantly turned situations like this over to the I.S.” His eyes met mine. “They make us look like fools, Ms. Morgan.”

      He was offering me a job, but my tension swelled instead of easing. “If I wanted a boss, I would have stayed with the I.S., Captain.”

      “No,” he protested quickly, his chair creaking as he sat upright. “Having you here would be a mistake. Not only would my officers want my head on a pole, but it’s against the I.S./FIB convention to have you on the payroll.” His smile grew wicked, and I waited for it. “I want you as a consultant—occasionally—as the need demands.”

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