I expected Virginia to corner me with more questions at the first opportunity, but she kept her thoughts to herself on the car ride to the airport and while we made our way through security. CJ was with her, which didn’t really surprise me if I was being honest with myself. His age notwithstanding, CJ was apparently a part of her life now. My dissatisfaction with that fact didn’t change the reality of the situation. Plus, if she were willing to go out on a pretty far limb for me, jetting off to Texas at the drop of a hat without anywhere near enough information to make an informed decision, I could tolerate the presence of her boy toy.
We hadn’t disposed of the fictional marriage between Michel and myself, for some reason. It wouldn’t have taken much effort to spin a tale wherein Michel was in trouble with the same people as I was – he was, in point of fact, even if I didn’t want to explain exactly how we’d gotten into that trouble – but I’d allowed her to keep believing that fantasy.
I didn’t know exactly why I hesitated to correct the record. It wouldn’t change things all that much. But something in me balked at the idea and I’d learned from Devlin to follow those instincts whenever possible. Sometimes, the motivating factor for some gut-deep decision was simple anxiety or nervousness; other times, it was the thinnest razor edge of warning that allowed us to duck out of a building just ahead of the cops. Better safe than sorry.
We flew in style, of course; nothing less than first class for the illustrious Virginia Ford. I’d enjoyed similar luxuries myself, when the circumstances of the job had allowed me to be particular about the mode of transportation. Virginia hadn’t been given the time to arrange anything elaborate and she hadn’t been told the real stakes of our little game, but she was smart enough to pick up on the general vibe. Without any way of knowing exactly who was after me or how many people they might have in their employ, she’d gone with the simplest method of ensuring that we wouldn’t be seen or overheard.
She’d purchased every seat in the plane’s first class section.
“Was this really necessary?” I asked, while Michel helped me stow away my carry-on bags.
There were posted limits as to how large a carry-on bag could be and how many bags could be carried on board the plane to begin with. I had read those limits carefully, considered the relative merits of adhering to them, and then watched quietly while my grandmother browbeat no fewer than three officials who attempted to explain the policy to her. Ultimately, they had conceded the point when she’d casually mentioned exactly how much she personally spent on travel.
I’d caught flights with her before, as a child, and she hadn’t been anywhere near as abrasive. Either her personality had shifted drastically in the intervening years – not impossible, considering her newfound sense of family and how disconcertingly warm she seemed to be – or she’d understood exactly why I needed four large, heavy black bags.
For the moment, the full workstation she’d purchased for me was the only uncompromised piece of gear that I possessed. I wasn’t going to let it out of my seat for any longer than absolutely necessary. If the Mouse or, more likely, one of his low-rent thugs for hire got their hands on the physical workstation itself, there was no end to the damage they could cause.
I’d have to supplement my supply of equipment in Dallas, while waiting to meet with the Texan. At least another laptop – probably two, but I’d have to see what was publicly available and what the Dallas underworld had to offer – and another tablet would be absolutely essential. Various odds and ends, like USB drives and button cameras would be easier to purchase. In fact, I could send out one of the boys to handle that while I dealt with more specialized problems.
My grandmother was talking and I’d tuned her out, in favor of my own thoughts. She pursed her lips and frowned at me.
“Sorry,” I said. Michel finished stuffing the final bag of disassembled equipment into the overhead compartment, then collapsed into an overly plush seat. “Sorry, just in my head about things.”
“Things I’m not allowed to ask about?” Virginia asked. She waved away my protest before I’d done more than open my mouth. “No, no. Don’t bother coming up with some reason why you can’t tell me the truth. I’d rather you be honest about keeping secrets than start making up stories.”
I started digging into my purse, more to conceal my guilty expression than out of any real desire to locate something. Still, when my fingers touched a tube of lipstick, I pulled it out and started applying it. Anything to keep my hands busy.
“I can at least appreciate that,” Virginia said, “even if I don’t like it much. We’ve all got secrets, Sarah, and I’ve been alive long enough to have more than most. Never had any secrets as dangerous as the one you seem to be keeping, I got to say.”
I didn’t really know what to say, so I said nothing. In a different part of the cabin, Mila and Devlin were placing their own luggage into their respective overheard containers. They were talking about something, but the distance was too great for me to catch their words. Devlin was smiling, though, so I could only assume that Mila wasn’t regaling him with the tale of our argument at the mansion.
She and I hadn’t spoken much since then but, at the same time, she and I didn’t really speak all that much to begin with. Mila worked closely with Devlin, whenever he needed to go into the field to accomplish some goal, and she spent free time with Michel for some reason that I couldn’t even begin to identify. But, despite being the only two women on the team, I didn’t often find myself with reasons to talk about things with her. Mila, for her part, appeared perfectly content with the nonspeaking arrangement.
Devlin glanced up from his conversation and caught me watching him. His eyes flitted away from mine for an instant, towards Virginia, and he tilted his head in a questioning gesture. I shook my head in the smallest movement I could manage. I didn’t need his help here. This was awkward, and my grandmother was proving herself to be a world class heavyweight in the martial arts style of ‘passive aggression,’ but this particular conversation didn’t require his skillset.
“It’s complicated,” I said, for what felt like the millionth time.
“Must be,” Virginia replied. “But I am going to find out the truth of all this. You know that, right?”
For a single moment, I wasn’t whether I wanted her to unravel the whole sordid affair or not. A pair of uninvolved eyes might be able to make some sense out of everything, where mine and Devlin’s were too close to the problem to see the whole shape of things. However, I couldn’t imagine what any conversation involving my extra-legal activities would sound like.
“I know,” I said.
CJ finished his battle with Virginia’s considerable quantity of luggage. He took a seat a reasonable distance away from my grandmother and me, waiting for her to finish the conversation. Even though he didn’t say anything to her, and despite the fact that he seemed perfectly content to stay seated in perpetuity, Virginia took the opportunity to join him. She didn’t bother with any formal conclusion to our chat.
I stood alone in the cabin for a few seconds, gathering my thoughts, and then walked over to the empty seat next to Michel. Devlin and I still had important things to discuss – specifically, what type of contacts he’d be able to reach out to when we reached Dallas – but I couldn’t think of any way to sit with him that wouldn’t pique my grandmother’s interest.
Michel sat up when I joined him. “How are you doing?” He kept his voice low enough that only I could hear him.
“My friend is moonlighting as the worst possible enemy I’ve ever heard about in my field,” I said. “Or the worst enemy was moonlighting as my friend. I’m really not sure. Either way, I can’t use any of my regular equipment and now I’m on a thirty day timer to pull off what a group of talented, dedicated hackers couldn’t accomplish in almost an entire year.”
He gave me a noncommittal nod, offering neither condolences or recriminations. I appreciated the silent support so much that I felt myself digging deeper into my emotions, revealing more of my inner thoughts than necessary.
“Now we’re flying off to Dallas at the drop of a hat,” I continued, “on the off-chance that yet another unnamed mystery man can give me some small clue to follow. If not, then I’ll have to start from square zero and hope to find some kind of a miracle. Otherwise, all of us are in serious, almost certainly mortal, danger and I wouldn’t have the foggiest idea how to get us out of it.”
Michel nodded again. He took a sip from a bottle of water, urging me to unburden myself without actually speaking the words.
“And,” I said, volume going up a little bit despite my intentions to keep my voice low, “to top it all off, I’ve got to do all of this without telling my grandmother the first thing about what I’m involved in.”
I took a deep breath, then another. Those were thoughts I hadn’t spoken out loud before, even to Devlin. Of course, I didn’t really need to vocalize some things with him. They were simply understood. But putting voice to the thoughts storming back and forth through my head had been…relieving? Comforting? The right word escaped me, but it felt better to have those thoughts out in the air than to keep them bottled up.
“So,” Michel said, when he was sure that I didn’t have more to say, “you are doing well, you would say?”
I narrowed my eyes and glared at him, but couldn’t keep the pressure up. Relaxing into a little smile, I shrugged. “Yeah. Not any worse than normal, I guess.”
“Did you ever imagine that we would end up here?” Michel asked.
“Here, as in Atlanta? Or here, as in underneath this particular guillotine?”
“Both?”
I considered the question for a handful of seconds before answering. “I live – well, lived, maybe – in San Francisco. That’s not quite the technology capital of the world, but it’s close.”
“You chose that place so that you would stay up to date on the newest developments?”
I hadn’t. At least, I hadn’t consciously. When I’d left Devlin, I’d moved to San Francisco for a change. Our lifestyle hadn’t allowed for a permanent residence and I’d enjoyed that about my life, while he and I had been tied together on multiple levels. But the choice of that particular residence…well, Michel might have alighted upon a truth I hadn’t really allowed myself to think about.
“Maybe,” I said. “I’ve always been into technology, even when I’m not using it to do…what we do. But that’s not why I mentioned my old house. I might have decided to live there because I wanted to keep a finger on the pulse of developing tech, you’re right, but I absolutely decided to settle down in a place as far away from my parents as possible.”
“And San Francisco was that place?”
“As much as it could be. Mom and Dad move around too much for me to ever really get away from them but, at the same time, they aren’t really looking for me either. My sister is shacked up with her partner somewhere. I never really bothered finding out.”
“But your grandmother is here,” Michel said. “So you decided to move away from here, to make sure that you would not have to see her? Or, perhaps, for her to see you?”
For someone without Devlin’s natural ability to read people, Michel was frighteningly good at understanding emotions. It occurred to me that Mila also possessed a similar, if blunt, way of reading body language and figuring out when I was bothered.
That struck me as profoundly unfair. Of the four members of my team, three were able to figure out what I was thinking without my consent. Meanwhile, even I wasn’t sure what was on my mind from one moment to the next.
“That might be it,” I admitted grudgingly. “Anyway, to answer the other part of your question…no, not really. I knew that what we did was dangerous, sure, but nothing like this. It just seemed more like…”
I trailed off. I’d been about to say that our jobs had seemed like more of a game than anything serious, but that wasn’t exactly true. Devlin and I had skipped out of a job millimeters ahead of the police too often and he’d never been particularly shy about the shadier associates he accepted contracts from. But the danger had never been targeted at me personally. I worked my magic on computers, alarm systems, and electronic cameras wile Devlin shouldered the lion’s share of actual risk.
As I wrapped my head around that particular thought, I realized that I’d never really considered what Devlin exposed himself to. He seemed perfectly at ease, moving between some of the more dangerous denizens of various underworlds, and I’d been okay allowing him to do it on his own. Or…maybe not allowing, but I hadn’t put up much of a fight to be included in that side of things.
“If I had known that your life would be so interesting,” Michel said, “I do not know that I would have driven Devlin to the airport so many months ago.”
I shrugged halfheartedly. “That’s not a surprise. Signing up for a quick fare is a whole different thing than committing yourself to…whatever this is, we’re involved in.”
Michel shook his head. “That is not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?”
“If you had told me on that day, before Devlin got into my car, that it would lead to a situation like this, I would have driven away as fast as possible. My life was simpler, even if I was not happy living it.” He smiled, revealing a broad strip of even, white teeth. “But if I could go back, knowing what I know…I would still do the exact same thing.”
“Why?” I asked. The question slipped out of my mouth before I’d even consciously formed the word in my mind.
Michel spent a long time picking the right words. He looked out of the window at the tarmac, humming something under his breath that I couldn’t quite make out. Just when I thought he wasn’t going to answer, he turned back to me.
“Because,” he said, “at least now I know what I am capable of. And I would rather live my life risking something to be happy, than risking nothing and being safe.”
A wave of envy bubbled up from my stomach. Michel knew, seemingly without a doubt, exactly where he wanted to be. More than any of us, he’d had the option of a peaceful life. He wouldn’t have lived in luxury or splendor, but he could have lived without constantly checking over his shoulder for some new threat. And, instead of leaping at the chance to be free of all the worry and anxiety that came packaged with our assignment from the Lady, he’d chosen again and again to throw his lot in with us. It was either completely insane or staggeringly admirable. Or both. Probably both.
I’d had the opportunity too, a long time ago. With my family’s connections and my own not-inconsiderable personal wealth, I could have followed in my sister’s footsteps. A series of charities run the right way could have done a lot of good in the world. Even if that route would have meant red tape and banker’s fees, it would have afforded me safety. I could be lounging on a beach on some tropical island, contributing my money instead of my time and sanity.
Why hadn’t I, then? Why, when that first fateful moment had appeared in front of me, had I chosen to steal from a faux charity instead of building up one of my own? And why I had continued taking from the fat cats and socialites who only claimed to help because it would qualify as a healthy tax write-off?
When I’d first met Devlin, preparing to steal an original work of art, why hadn’t I immediately run to the nearest security guards?
Michel was watching me. I smoothed my face out to an expressionless, mildly pleasant mask the instant I noticed his attention. The effort probably hadn’t kept him from reading my face while I’d been lost in my own thoughts. In a way, I hoped that he’d be able to tell me what I was really thinking because I sure as hell didn’t know.
But Michel didn’t offer any sage advice and nothing that I could see on his face displayed any divine inspiration. “We will find a way to do this,” he said. “We always do.”
My first instinct was to point out the stakes were different this time. My second instinct kept me from voicing that thought. They were only different for me. For the rest of the team, every job could be the one where a single mistake led to disaster.
Michel closed his eyes. By the time the plane was in the air, he was fast asleep. A quick glance around the cabin showed that CJ and Virginia were holding hands and slumbering peacefully on their own, several rows behind me. Mila and Devlin had separated to different sides of the plane, each occupied with tasks of their own.
Mila was twirling an over-sized metallic pen between her fingers like a miniature baton. She didn’t appear to be paying attention to her hands, but when the pen threatened to go rocketing out of her control, she adjusted the angle and caught the projectile with her other hand in one smooth motion.
Devlin was reading something on an E-reader he must have borrowed from my grandmother. He glanced up from his book when my eyes fell on him and grinned. I smiled back.
Then, more to avoid any conversation than out of actual exhaustion, I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. I hadn’t felt particularly tired but, sooner than I would have thought possible, the traces of adrenaline I’d been running on began to run out. My thoughts began to uncouple and my mind wandered.
At some point, I fell asleep and didn’t dream. When I woke, I was no closer to figuring out the complex inner workings of my own mind. I was, however, closer to the point when I’d have to make a choice, one way or the other.