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I moved farther into the cage, placing my hands behind me.Why? Mostly what Gabriel told me. You suspect Christian Salyer is still alive, but the murders so far have been copycat killers. Rowan listens. Listens to the chatter as it begins to find the beat of the raindrops upon the glass; the pinging of hot metal in the fire; the rhythm of Jos fingers moving across her screen. Deep down, far back in his skull, trapped in there like a fly, he hears the faintest whisper of something dark. Looks into his nieces trusting eyes and asks himself the question he has refused to look upon. Why havent you called the police? The answer bubbles up like hot, sulphurous air; a speech bubble from his gut. He hasn’t called the police, because right now, this is all his. He doesn’t know yet whether there’s even a story to write, but he does know he has enough little snippets of intrigue to start whetting publishers’ appetites. If something bad has happened to Violet Rayner, it makes for a better story. If the sins of the past have returned to haunt a woman kidnapped as a teen, it all gives the story weight. And if he’s the one who raises the alarm, and hands the police a dossier full of cover-ups and crimes unsolved, it’s going to look damn good on a book-jacket. And if it turns out that Violet spent a weekend in Blackpool getting pissed back in 1991 and that she really is having a ball on a round-the-world adventure, he can at least do his damnedest to charm her into talking to him about how it has felt to live with such a big part of her past missing. He could probably get a few hundred quid for that off one of the women’s magazines, which could keep him in liquor money and phone service until the right story does land in his lap. He just needs to keep them all away for a while. If he can show them he’sworking, the publishers might grant a contract extension, giving him time to find a replacement story, twice as good. He just needs time. Time, and a few hundred thousand pounds. The senses fade. For a moment she is back within the dream. She sees her friend, dressed in a long white nightdress. The hems are torn and the delicate embroidery is obscured beneath splashes of mud. In places, the material clings to her skin. Shes plump and pink. There are patterns on her flesh; serpentine sigils and jagged circles, daubed in sticky fingerprints on the ripe fruit of her skin. She has motherly hips, rounded ankles. There is nothing in her eyes. He chuckled, the sound so abrupt that it made her start. She couldnt recall being this on edge around him since she had first discovered what he was. Ah, but he was something different again now. Something far stranger, far more dangerous. I never intended to tame them. They cantbe tamed, Jeren. Look at Naul. Do you consider him tamed? You should never have touched her, was all Shan said. Max grinned and nodded toward Father Thurston, who was also headed my way. If I had a friend in the screwed-up world, it would be Max. Hed taken a bullet in the spine trying to save me, but hed never blamed me for it. He didnt have to. I was an expert at blaming myself. Indarin shook his head and Jerens heart fell like a stone. The bustle of the camp never failed to leave Jeren bewildered and more than a little confused. The Shistra-Phail moved with quiet efficiency, their whole lifestyle devoted to quick movement, with a nomadic route that safeguarded their people. She set up the tent with the same ruthless competence Shan had taught her. Not so the Holtlanders. In the brief time since theyd called a halt, the Shistra-Phail camp had been erected and food was already being prepared. The Holtlanders were still arguing. Then he watched in amusement as I greedily lapped up every drop I could. 8. Calvin flushed and turned his attention back to the screen.I kind of like to think outside the box, maam. [ i_001.jpg] Once shed imagined that her life with Shan had given him new meaning, that he was no longer consumed with revenge and death, but shed merely staved that off, hadnt she? 26 Rowan wants her e-cig. Wants the warmth of a fireside. He doesnt know if he can take things forward without her help. He starts thinking about the other officers named in the case. Wonders whether he can find a next of kin for Derrick Millward. If hes buried in the Wasdale church then Catherines father will be bound to know. Perhaps he could leave herto stew a little and come back when he knows more. Perhaps she’s had a bad morning. Maybe she’s not always got a face that could curdle breast milk. The Enchassa gave me a choice, she managed to say at last. Join them, become Fellna, give up all I was or submit to him. Its so easy to fall, Shan. Just a touch and the infection crawls inside you. It burns. Burns like acid in your blood. She stumbled over the words, they came out soquickly. “The right incentive, giving in to rage and despair, or just... just blind need. We hold ourselves so high, but its just a lie. Away from the Ariah, from our kin, from the rules we live by... were no different. We came from the same roots and the same poison rests latent in our hearts. She can bring that forth.” She gritted her teeth. “Just a touch,” she hissed. Take all the time you need, Gabe. Don Sampson held out a sheet. This just came over the wire. I think you need to see it. Shan held the wrapped treasures to his chest and closed his eyes, trying to force his emotions under tighter control. He had no idea how long he knelt there, but a voice broke his meditation, not the voice he prayed to hear..