Alex Verus Novels, Books 1-4 (9780698175952) (87 page)

Rasta Plaits screamed, convulsing as he crashed to the floor, and the girl fell back, staring in shock. I was already moving away, striding towards the thrower. The skinny kid hesitated, then seeing me coming straight for him he threw at my chest. I sidestepped and the metal ball flew all the way into the wall fifty feet behind. I broke into a run. He flexed his wrists and two more balls dropped into his hands; he threw once, twice, and I dodged both without breaking stride. He had just enough time to get out another set before I caught him by the wrist and pulled him off balance as my right hand slid my knife from its sheath. I dragged the kid up with his arm twisted behind his back and my knife under his chin.

The kid froze. I was standing behind him, holding him by one arm. He couldn't see the knife but could feel the cold metal against his neck, the point digging in under his jaw. The music cut off and the club was suddenly silent except for the rustle and chatter.

Rasta Plaits was whimpering on the floor. The girl was standing dead still, eyes flicking from me to the knife to the people around. I saw her glance at Luna, who'd gotten to her feet and was a little way to her side. “Don't,” I told her. I forced the kid forward, feeling him trembling against me. All around, the crowd was silent. “Let's try this again. We're looking for Jagadev.”

The girl looked from me to Luna, then pointed at a staircase beyond the crowd, leading up.

“Are we going to have any more trouble?”

The girl shook her head.

“How about you, kid?” I pushed the knife a little bit farther up into his jaw.

“No,” the kid said in a strangled voice.

I looked between the two of them, then dropped the kid and walked away, resheathing my knife as I did. A path cleared for us in the crowd, this time without my having to do anything. Behind us I felt the girl rush to where Rasta Plaits had fallen. The kid slumped over a table, rubbing his neck, and I sensed him think about aiming another shot at my back . . . then decide against it. As we reached the stairs, the music started up again.

“You okay?” I asked Luna once we were out of sight.

“Bruises,” Luna said, rubbing her back with a wince. “I'll be fine.”

I smiled slightly. “I remember when you'd almost forgotten what it was like to be hurt.”

“Yeah,
that
changed all right. Seriously, Alex, can't I ever get dressed up to go out with you without this happening?”

“It doesn't happen every time we have a night out.”

“Name one time it hasn't.”

“Um . . . your apprenticeship ceremony.”

“Somebody tried to mug us on the way back across the Heath.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Who were those guys?”

“Adepts,” I said. “Like you, I guess, but dumber.” I shook my head. “This sort of crap is why adepts end up on the bottom of the food chain. They've got just enough power to make them feel tough, but not enough to stop themselves getting flattened when they pick a fight with the wrong guy.”

Adepts are a lot more common than mages, ten times more common according to some estimates. Adepts and mages tend not to get on all that well, and to be honest that's mostly the mages' fault. Mage society is based on a hierarchy of magical power and adepts are second-class citizens at best. In most cases adepts choose to stay out of mage business completely and mages generally let them as long as they don't break any rules. “Do you think that's what this club is?” Luna asked. “A place for adepts?”

“Maybe,” I said. “But that's not what's bothering me.”

Luna looked at me, questioning. “What bothers me,” I said, “is that none of the bouncers did anything to break up the fight.”

The balcony at the top of the stairs was big, more like a mezzanine floor, and it was shaped in a wide semicircle that followed the lines of the room. It was better furnished than the lower level, with sofas and low tables, and something about the acoustics made the music a little quieter. It had the feeling of a place to sit and talk and watch the view rather than the frenzy of the dance floor below. A couple of hard-looking security men watched us as we entered, not speaking, and glancing around I could see that they would have had a perfect view of our fight below.
Where were you, I wonder?

I knew we needed to go right, but Luna slowed by the railing. “Alex,” she said, nodding down at the crowd.

“Where?”

“The two by the bar,” Luna said. “I recognise them.”

I looked down and saw two men talking with the bartender. They seemed to be asking him questions, and as I watched he pointed towards the staircase we'd used. There was something familiar about them, and I felt as though I'd seen them before. They made me think of police for some reason . . . and that made me remember. “Great.”

“They were asking about Anne,” Luna said. “Do you know them?”

“Never met them,” I said. “Not yet, anyway.” They were the pair of Keepers who would have come to interrogate me had Anne been killed last night. I headed along the balcony. “Come on.”

“Wait,” Luna said as she hurried after me. “Why are they still asking about Anne? Didn't she come back to London with you?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I . . . might have asked her not to show herself to anyone.”

“Why not?”

“Figured I might learn something.”

“What, by getting arrested?”

“It seemed like a good idea at the time, all right?”

The balcony was less crowded than the dance floor, and the people were better dressed—fewer T-shirts and jeans, more evening wear. We skirted a table where a group of girls were chatting and drinking. To one side was a darkened booth with two shapes. I was about to pass by, then something caught my eye. “Lyle?”

Lyle started and looked up. He was dressed in a dark coat and looked like he'd been trying to be inconspicuous. “Alex. Um—”

“What are you doing here?” I said in genuine surprise. It was about the last place I'd expect to find someone like Lyle.

“I, er—” Lyle drew himself up. “I'm afraid I can't discuss the matter.”

I looked at Lyle's companion. She was hanging back in the shadows but something about her height and the carriage of her head jogged my memory. “Oh, I get it,” I said. “Hey, Crystal.” I looked at Lyle. “So she's looking for help for the tournament.”

Lyle stiffened. “I've asked you before not to use your abilities for—”

“I don't need divination magic to guess what you're up to.”

Crystal looked at me pointedly. “I'm sorry, but this is a private conversation.”

“Really? What's it about?”

Crystal didn't react but I felt a flash of anger behind her eyes. “Alex,” Lyle said uneasily. “Keepers are looking for you. Given your position, I'm not sure you should be—”

“Oh, I'm sure it'll work out,” I said cheerfully. “See you later. Crystal.”

We walked away. “You really like annoying him, don't you?” Luna said under her breath.

“Old history,” I murmured. “I'll tell you about it some day.” The crowd up here was scattered, thinner. I searched through it, looking ahead for danger, and my heart jumped. “Oh shit.”

Luna sighed. “Now what?”

“Behind that pillar. Out of sight
now
!”

Luna didn't hesitate, and neither did I. As we ducked out of sight a tall, slim figure appeared through the crowd, stalking towards us. Onyx.

I stood behind the pillar. A couple of people gave us curious glances but nothing more. We were fewer than twenty feet from Onyx, but I'd dealt with him enough times to get a fairly good grasp of what he could and couldn't do. Onyx was a force mage and all his powers revolved around the direct use of momentum. He was fast as a cobra and utterly lethal in a fight, but not much good at being subtle. When it came to detecting and identifying people, he wasn't any better than a normal man.

Onyx passed us without a glance. I waited ten seconds, then led Luna out and headed in the direction he'd come from, keeping an eye out. I knew Onyx would be back. “Is there
anyone
here who likes us?” Luna said.

“Apparently not.” Ahead, the balcony ended in a square doorway. “Tell you what, let's ask the guy who invited me.”

“Why are all these people here?” Luna asked quietly.

“No idea.” Through the doorway I could see a big open room. As we walked in I had the feeling we were getting into something we didn't understand.

chapter 7

T
he room at the end of the balcony was tall with dark walls and pillars, and it was set into the building in such a way that despite its size it didn't extend out over the dance floor. To the left was a view down into the club, but a layer of tinted glass had been installed that I knew would block line of sight from below. Guards were standing on either side of the entrance and more were spaced around the room, each looking about as friendly as the ones we'd seen on the way in. A square of four black leather sofas sat to one side of the room, giving a direct view over the crowd, and on the other side was a corridor leading deeper into the building, halfhidden behind a bead curtain. Girls and men in flashy clothes were scattered around, laughing and chattering.

At the centre, reclining on one of the sofas, was Jagadev. The rakshasa was big and powerfully built, with thick arms and legs. He had the head and the striped orange-black fur of a tiger but was humanoid enough to wear clothes—a black suit with a red silk shirt and tie. He held a wineglass in one clawed paw. He didn't move, yet somehow he dominated the room, as though everybody there were oriented towards him and waiting to take their cue.

I walked straight towards Jagadev. Faces turned to watch as we approached, and I had the sudden strange feeling that I was at a court, the inhabitants watching us draw closer to the king on his throne. An Asian guy in sunglasses stepped in front of us, blocking our way.

I stopped and met his gaze. “Alex Verus.”

The man glanced back towards Jagadev. Jagadev made no movement that I could see, but the man stepped away. I walked up and stood before him. The girls to either side eyed me appraisingly. The room was silent but for the pounding beat of the music below.

Jagadev made a small gesture with his free paw towards the sofa behind me.

“Hi,” I said. “Sorry, was that an invitation to sit down? I'm not that familiar with the code.”

“Sit,” Jagadev said. His voice was a rumble, midway between a purr and a growl.

“Thanks.” I sat and glanced around. “Interesting place you've got here.” Without turning I could sense Luna's presence behind me; she'd taken up a position a safe distance from the other people in the room, not too far from the exit. Although I kept myself relaxed, I was very aware of how many people were surrounding us. There were thirteen other people in the room apart from us and Jagadev, of whom four or five were between us and the exit. If things went wrong this could get ugly fast.

Some things are much easier to predict than others. Machines and other inanimate objects are simple. When you flick a light switch, the light comes on. You can flick the switch a hundred times, and the light will go on the same way every time. Sure, there's a tiny chance something will go wrong—the bulb might blow out, there could be a power cut—but even those can be predicted fairly reliably if you know what you're doing.

Forecasting what a living creature will do is much harder. Free will is one of the points at which divination breaks down; if someone genuinely hasn't made a choice then no divination magic can see beyond it. You can see the branching futures, see the consequences of each, but the final decision is always theirs.

But while everyone has free will, one of the odd things you learn as a diviner is that not everyone actually
uses
it. A surprising number of people don't make choices, not most of the time anyway—they just react on predefined patterns until something happens to shake them out of it. A thoughtful person, though, someone who makes decisions based on what they hear and think and see—to a diviner's eyes they look totally different. By looking at the shape of someone's futures, I can actually make a pretty good guess at what kind of person they are. So as I spoke to Jagadev, only a part of my mind was in the present. Most of my attention was on what he was going to do.

The shape of Jagadev's actions was . . . odd. Normally I see a swirl of futures, changing and adapting to my own actions. Jagadev's futures weren't like that at all—they were impassive, still. In all the futures of all my words and actions, Jagadev sat like a statue, controlled and steady. I could sense a powerful intelligence behind that mask, but what and how much he would reveal I didn't know.

It all took only an instant, and as Jagadev spoke I snapped back to the present. “I have always been here.”

“You've gone for a different setup than mages usually do.”

Jagadev's eyes drifted past me, looking over my shoulder. “And yet,” he murmured, “mages come.”

I looked back, following Jagadev's gaze across the balcony towards the stairs up from the floor below. The two Keepers I'd seen earlier were visible across the gap, their outlines dim through the glass. They looked around, then moved towards where Lyle and Crystal had been sitting. “So,” I said, turning back to Jagadev, “not that I'm not grateful for the invitation, but why did you ask me here?”

“Why did you assist my ward?”

“You mean Anne?” I shrugged. “I'm a diviner.”

“That is the how,” Jagadev said. “I wish to know why.”

Behind me, across the balcony, I could feel the two mages talking to Lyle and Crystal. Without turning to look, I sensed Lyle point them in our direction. The men started towards us. “Would you prefer I hadn't?”

“Answer the question.”

“Let's just say I don't like seeing apprentices getting killed.” I tilted my head. “Not intending to interfere in your business, of course.”

Jagadev held my gaze for a few moments. “You have my gratitude,” he said at last.

He didn't
sound
grateful. But then I was getting the definite impression that Jagadev didn't show much of anything. “Quite a well-planned attack,” I said. “Somebody wanted to make sure she didn't get back.”

“Those responsible will be dealt with,” Jagadev said. His voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent that gave me a chill.

“So I'm curious,” I said. “What exactly is your relationship with Anne and Variam? You called Anne your ward?”

“That is not your concern.”

“Fair enough.” The two mages were heading towards us. “But seeing as I was able to provide some help, is there any chance you could tell me something about a related matter?”

Jagadev gave a single nod. “This wasn't the first attack on an apprentice,” I said. “Others have been going missing. Know anything about it?”

From behind came the sound of voices. The other people in the room turned to look; I didn't. Instead I looked into the futures in which I did, seeing behind me without having to turn my head. The Council Keepers were right outside and the Asian guy in sunglasses was in the doorway blocking their way. One of the mages said something. I couldn't make out Sunglasses's reply, but I got the gist:
Lord Jagadev is busy.
The mage's answer was short and threatening, and it wasn't a request. Sunglasses folded his arms.

I felt the snap of a spell: air magic. Sunglasses hit the wall to my right with a
whump
, crumpling to the floor. I turned my head to look over the back of the sofa as the mages walked in.

There was a rustle of movement from around the room. I recognised the sound of metal against leather and saw the glint of a gun from under one man's coat. Everyone was focused on the two men, but if they were worried about being outnumbered and surrounded they didn't show it. “Mage Verus,” the one on the left said. He was tall and lean, with a hard face, and he was the one who'd cast the spell. “We'd like to have a word.”

“You were told to wait outside,” Jagadev said softly.

“We have business with Verus,” the tall mage said. “It's not your concern.”

“You would force your way into my domain?” Jagadev said. He didn't raise his voice, but there was something dangerous there and I could feel everyone in the room tense.

“It's not your domain, rakshasa,” the mage said. “You stay here because we let you. Now tell your servants to stand down or come morning this place will be a slag heap.”

The music from below had stopped and the room was quiet. A dozen pairs of eyes were locked on the mages and I could sense weapons readied. The two mages didn't seem to notice but I could feel the tension of spells poised to trigger. Jagadev was sitting absolutely still and showed no expression, but somehow I was sure that he was furiously angry. The seconds stretched out, ticking away.

Then Jagadev made a small gesture and the men around us drew back, fingers coming off triggers and muscles relaxing. I let out a soft breath, and I wasn't the only one. I gave Luna a quick glance; she'd withdrawn to a safe corner and I gave her a nod to stay there.

“Mage Verus,” the Keeper said.

“That's me,” I said.

“Come with us, please.”

“I'm kind of in the middle of something,” I said. “Could I come sort this out with you later?”

“No.”

“Could I at least know what the problem is?”

“All right, Verus, if that's the way you want to play it,” the Keeper said. “An apprentice named Anne Walker has been reported attacked and missing and you're on record as the last one to have seen her. Under Council authority, you're required to answer our questions as to why.”

As the mage spoke I felt a stir of movement from across the room. Behind where Jagadev was sitting was a doorway leading into the club, covered by a bead curtain. “So Anne Walker's been reported missing?” I asked, raising my voice.

“That's what I said.”

I pointed past Jagadev to the doorway. “Then who exactly is that?”

The timing was perfect. Anne had been listening from the shadows, and as every eye in the room turned towards her she took her cue and stepped out from behind the curtain. She hesitated a second under the weight of the stares, then walked forward to stand behind Jagadev, heels clicking on the floor.

Anne looked . . . different. In place of the clothes I'd seen her in before she was wearing an outfit of tight black leather, reflections from the lights of the club gleaming from it as she moved. It left her arms bare and showed off the tops of her breasts, and as she walked her hair brushed the skin of her shoulders. She still looked as if she wanted to avoid attention but it
really
wasn't working and if anything it actually made people stare more. The only one who didn't turn to look was Jagadev. He sat unmoving, his eyes fixed on the two mages.

“Anne Walker?” the first mage said at last. Anne nodded.

“I think you've got some explaining to do,” the mage said. “This way, please.”

Anne glanced at Jagadev, waiting for his nod, before going to them. The two mages turned and walked out, flanking her as the rest of the room watched them go.

*  *  *

T
he Keepers were questioning Anne. I could just see them across the room on the far side of the balcony, through the tinted glass. In Jagadev's room—what I'd taken to thinking of as his court—the atmosphere had eased. The weapons had been put away, though none of the men carrying them had left.

“You have done me a favour, so I will return it,” Jagadev said, and I turned back to him. He had his furred hands clasped over his chest and I checked idly to see if they were backwards. They weren't. I guess not all rumours are true. “I do not know who is responsible for the disappearances amongst your kind but I know where they will be. You will find them at the White Stone tournament at Fountain Reach.”

I don't think I showed anything on my face but it was a near thing. “How do you know they'll be there?”

“That is my concern,” Jagadev said. “Anne and Variam will be attending the tournament. I will have them assist you.”

“Uh . . . thanks.”

Jagadev nodded. “You may go.”

I hesitated an instant, thinking of asking Jagadev more questions, but as I looked into the future I saw he wouldn't answer them. I rose, gave Jagadev a nod, and withdrew. Luna fell in by my side. The guy who'd been thrown into the wall had picked himself back up and watched stone-faced as we left. As we passed through the door I heard chatter start up from behind us.

I did a quick scan of the area as we emerged back onto the balcony and saw that we didn't have anyone hunting us down right at the moment. “Well,” I said. “I guess that could have gone worse.”

Luna was craning her neck to try to look at the other end of the balcony. “Do you think Anne's okay?”

“She's not a suspect,” I said. I leant against the railing and frowned. “That's the third time in two days I've been pointed towards Fountain Reach.”

“Are you going to go?”

I thought for a second and nodded. “Yeah. I don't know what's going on but I know
something
is.” I paused. “Of course, it'd help if I had a reason for being there.”

“You do,” Luna said, and then caught herself. “Oh, right. You can't tell anyone you're there to watch the apprentices, can you?”

“Nope. Of course, if
my
apprentice had a reason for attending . . .”

Luna looked back at me for a second. “You want me to enter the tournament, don't you?”

“It would make things simpler.”

“After how well I did last time?”

“Good practice.”

Luna sighed. “Oh, fine. I suppose it won't kill me.”

“That's the spirit. So what did you think of our friend Jagadev?”

“He was . . .” Luna frowned. “Different. From what I was expecting, I mean. I guess I thought he'd be like Arachne.”

“Do you think he was being honest with us?”

Luna thought for a second. “I'm not sure.”

“Neither am I. He was very hard to read.”

“He said Anne was his ward,” Luna said. “Does that mean he's like Anne and Variam's master?”