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CHAPTER 10
 

“O
H. THAT GUY.
He’s a gossip columnist. Isn’t he?”

“Yes, in a way,” Oliver said. “He’s quite in the know—his gossip is accurate.”

“So what? So was yours and no one ever believed you.”

Oliver sighed. “Yes, but my ‘gossip,’ so to speak, was about conspiracy theories and aliens—things most people don’t want to believe. His information is of a more salacious nature, affairs and so forth, which everyone’s interested in.”

“Stop pussyfooting,” Culver snapped. “She’s not a child.” Managed to keep my jaw from dropping, but it took effort. “The Tastemaker is the reason your husband is up as Vincent’s running mate. Because he destroyed the reputations of the last two who Vincent was considering.”

Awesome. I could officially hate this guy. “Oh. So, he’s the guy who finds the skeletons in people’s closets and then exposes them?” Everyone nodded. “So Jeff declines the nomination and everything goes back to how it was.”

This seemed like a really good solution to me. Maybe instead of hating him I should thank Jenkins for calling.

“He can’t,” Cliff said. “These things aren’t just tossed around casually, Kitty. This is a very strategic move, and Jeff needs to accept the nomination. It’s important for everyone, your people in particular. This means, however, that Jenkins needs to be handled correctly.” He gave me an encouraging smile. “It’s not going to be a problem. We’ll just all ensure that everyone knows what part they’re to play, and we’ll keep Jenkins at bay.”

“I agree,” Horn said. “When you talk to Jenkins again, tell him that he has to run any meetings with you through my office.”

“Why yours, Vander? Chuckie’s would seem more . . . appropriate.”

Horn nodded. “Yes, which is why it would be a bad idea. Of all those in government who you’re close to, you’ve known me the least amount of time. There’s much less history for Jenkins to use against you, therefore.”

“I agree,” Cliff said. “Our three agencies deal with Centaurion Division the most, but your relationship with Chuck is well known. Anything he does to protect you is going to be taken as him watching out for his old girlfriend.”

“We didn’t date.”

Jeff rolled his eyes. “No, but trust me, everyone on the Hill is shocked that we’ve managed to keep your ‘affair’ under wraps.”

“Excuse me? Chuckie and I have never had an affair!” Well, one week in Vegas when we were much younger and both single, but that was a fling, not an affair.

“I know,” Jeff said patiently. “But the two of you are so close that it’s the natural assumption made in this town.”

Nathalie nodded. “Those who know the two of you know the truth. But The Tastemaker isn’t necessarily interested in that kind of truth.”

“He didn’t expose you, when you were involved with Eugene.”

“No, he didn’t. I wasn’t interesting enough.”

“And he’s only come to prominence in the past couple of years,” Oliver added.

“Should we have the Senator come over?” Mona asked. “This seems like a good reason to have a meeting.”

Everyone started talking. Everyone other than Mom and Olga. They were both still watching the TV, as if they weren’t paying any attention. I knew my mother and I knew Olga—they’d both heard everything. Therefore, if they were off pretending they weren’t here, something else was going on.

Sidled over. “What’s so fascinating on the news?” I asked softly. Looked like more footage of the bombings at the protest.

“Timing,” Mom said.

Great. Mom was now playing Olga’s game. Hoped Mona had migraine meds around somewhere. “Timing of what?”

“Of everything,” Olga replied.

“You mean my phone calls, the bombings, the warnings from my ‘uncles,’ Jeff’s potential appointment, our Embassy being gassed, or something else?”

“Yes,” Mom said. Fantastic. She wanted me to figure out what was wrong. As if this day wasn’t going badly enough.

As my mother was well aware, I thought better by running my mouth. Olga knew this, too. Ergo, they expected me to so run. Never an issue.

“Well, Bruce Jenkins calling right now seems related to the news stating that Jeff’s going to be Senator Armstrong’s VP candidate. The bombings seem related to the desire to kill us all, especially since there were bombings at Centaurion bases as well as the protest. Missus Maurer might have been cluelessly warning me, or she might have been trying to drive me into the poison gas.”

“It’s been a busy day so far,” Olga said. Ah, so she was going to try to toss me some breadcrumbs.

“Yes, it has, and I’m clear, you two want me to pay attention and think.” Turned and watched the TV with them. The others were still discussing strategy—how to circumvent Jenkins mostly.

The newscaster was saying that the police had no leads for who’d placed the bombs. Mad bombers had to be more important than a gossip columnist.

“So no one’s figured out that Club Fifty-One set the bombs, probably with the help of the Church of Intolerance?”

“You know, for a fact, that they’re the ones responsible?” Mom asked.

“Well . . . no.” Footage of the bombing was rolling again. It was really miraculous that no one had been injured. The newscaster was saying the same. Considered. “Club Fifty-One is funded and supported and given very bad things to use against us, but they’re not really . . . good at it.”

Mom’s lips quirked. “No. For which I’m personally thankful.”

“Glad to know you’re not all for them offing your only child.”

“No, I’m very attached to you.” Mom looked at me. “But then, you know that.”

My mind chose to give me a nudge. “Oh. You think my ‘uncles’ contacted everyone because they were, in fact, setting up and detonating the bombs?”

“I think the idea has merit,” Olga said as Mom turned back to the TV. “However, as always, there are other options that must be considered.”

“Mossad is in town and Dad’s at the Israeli embassy. And Mossad would probably like to get their hands on my ‘uncles,’ right?”

“Among others,” Mom said. “How’s William working out?”

Mom had clearly been comparing notes with Olga about the best way to give someone mental whiplash. However, I was used to it from both of them by now, so only needed a couple of seconds to make the mental switch. “What would this have to do with Gladys?”

Mom’s lips quirked again. I wondered if I’d done something to piss her off recently. Maybe not enough Grandma Time with Jamie. “Try thinking. Without talking. Just for a change of pace.”

“Harsh.” Fine, Mom didn’t want me sharing my mental processes with the room. This would be harder, but not impossible.

Back to the problem at hand, then. There had to be a reason Mom was bringing up the Head of Security now, right now. And I knew she wasn’t worried about William’s performance—he’d added in a ton of new security, most of it based on Mom’s recommendations. And per Buchanan, no one at any of our bases had been hurt, meaning that William’s security measures were working just fine.

So Mom wasn’t concerned about that. Ergo, Mom indeed wanted me thinking about Gladys. Considered if I was supposed to be thinking about the fact that Gladys was dead. Or maybe take the leap from there and think about Michael Gower, who was also dead, or Naomi Gower-Reynolds, considered dead by everyone other than me, but she was on another plane of existence, at least as far as I knew, so dead to us for all intents and purposes.

Maybe it
was
Naomi they wanted me thinking about. Chuckie and Naomi had been married for six months when she died. He’d been a widower for a year now, and most of the time we just didn’t talk about it, because he couldn’t take talking about it. So Mom and Olga wouldn’t want to bring Naomi up unless it was vital, or Chuckie wasn’t here.

Risked a look at him. He seemed okay. Well, as okay as he’d been since Operation Infiltration. Bad things going on helped give him something to focus on, so that was one for the win column. A pathetic one, but still, one. Looked back to Mom.

She gave a small shake of her head. “No. Right time, wrong person.”

Okay, so this wasn’t about Naomi. And it probably wasn’t about Michael either. Back to Gladys. Why Gladys? Why now? What about what was going on was making Mom and Olga think of her, and making them want me to think about her? And why was that the question right after I’d suggested Club 51, the Church of Intolerance, or my Uncles the International Top Assassins as the potential bombing culprits?

Because they weren’t who Mom and Olga thought were actually responsible.

Okay, so there was another person or group I was forgetting. Back to Gladys. Right time, wrong person. So, Mom definitely wanted me thinking about Operation Infiltration. What about Gladys then could have any impact on what was going on now?

The people we’d captured when Gladys had sacrificed herself to ensure that Ronaldo Al Dejahl was dead and gone were still in a severe form of custody. No one had gotten anything much out of them, though because we had Chernobog’s son, the hacking attacks had stopped.

Other than Annette Dier, who was a top assassin who wanted me dead, regardless of whether she was paid or not, the rest of the prisoners were, like Mahin, all technically Gladys’ half-siblings, just as she was a half-sib to White and Lucinda.

White, Lucinda, and Gladys were the only legitimate children of Ronald Yates, born when they were all still on Alpha Four and he’d been a different person. Two wives being murdered due to assassination attempts on his life had changed him, apparently. Shocker. Said different personage had included being the Supreme Pontifex of our A-Cs, which was the reason for said assassination attempts.

He’d been banished to Earth, changed his name, built a huge media empire, YatesCorp, that still existed, expanded into a variety of other businesses including robotics and any corporation we in Centaurion considered enemies such as Gaultier Enterprises and Titan Security and probably more we didn’t know about yet, and had created the Al Dejahl terrorist organization. He’d also joined with an alien parasite and become an in-control superbeing, codenamed Mephistopheles, aka the Devil Incarnate. And, just to show his range, he’d become what we now called the First Mastermind. He had a lot of titles in my world.

He was a doer, you had to give him credit for that.

He’d also been a ladies’ man of the highest order. And at whatever age he’d been, he favored women in their late teens and early twenties. Women in the prime childbearing years. Women he never married or kept up with. Serene was the product of one of his pairings, with an A-C girl. The now-happily-late Ronaldo Al Dejahl had been Serene’s older brother, though she’d never known him, or her father.

However, while he might not have kept in touch with his many romantic liaisons, we were pretty sure that Yates had kept a record of them, and that someone, likely the first Apprentice, otherwise known as Leventhal Reid, Man of My Nightmares, had used it to track them down, which is how Ronaldo Al Dejahl had gotten pulled into the family business. Reid had become the Mastermind and found a new Apprentice, and that man was now the Current Mastermind. And we had less than no idea of who he was.

Gladys had been working on something, though, in the week before she’d died. In fact, it was a task I’d assigned to her. She was trying to find the rest of the illegitimate offspring of Ronald Yates. Other than White and Lucinda, every one of Yates’ offspring we’d found were all hugely talented. That had passed on to Jeff and Christopher, and to Jeff’s sisters’ children. Mahin was also a Yates offspring, and her talent was strong, and different. We knew our enemies were trying to find all these people and win them over to their side. We needed to do the same.

Because she’d known she was going to die, Gladys had left details of her work behind. She’d only had a week, and she’d been more focused on finding Ronaldo Al Dejahl than anything else, but her husband had felt sure she’d made progress on determining how to find the other offspring. But we hadn’t found anything anyone could decipher that would indicate if she had or hadn’t found any of her half-siblings around the world.

Looked at my mother. Gladys had respected Mom, and she’d trusted her, as much as Gladys had trusted anyone. So maybe we never found anything because Gladys hadn’t found anyone. Or maybe she didn’t want us to find her notes.

Or maybe she’d found a lot, but had given that information to the person she thought would best handle the hunt.

Cleared my throat. “You think this was done by what I’d call our oldest set of enemies—Ronnie’s Kids.”

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