Penumbra (The Midnight Society #2) (4 page)

Lincoln shrugged. “That question is best left for Shadow to answer.”

I slumped in my seat and closed my eyes. I tried to think of what Dad would say if he were here to witness this catastrophe that was my life.

There was only one time in my life where my dad was ever truly disappointed in me. It was the night after my prom, when I got drunk out of my mind and forgot to call home.

My dad went out searching for me, and from what he told me, I was found unconscious, lying on the hood of my shithead ex-boyfriend’s car while he was trying to pull down my panties. If my dad hadn’t found me in time, I would have been raped.

When I awoke the next morning with a hangover that could usher in the apocalypse, my dad was sitting on the edge of my bed, his eyes wet from crying.

“You have to be better than this,” he had said to me. “I won’t be here forever to look out for you.”

The look on my father’s face at the time broke my heart. Now, as I sat in front of the broken mirror, my life in shambles—no family, no loved ones, no dreams—I imagined that same, gut-wrenching look on my dad’s spirit while he looked down on me.

Every day, it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

“We’re burning daylight,” Lincoln said as he opened up one of the drawers of the makeup desk and pulled out a bag. “It’s a long drive to New Orleans, and with the cops, Sinister’s goons, and every damned bounty hunter this side of the galaxy searching for us, we’ll need to undergo a metamorphosis first. We’ll need to make sure that Aria and Lincoln no longer exist.”

“Like singularity suicide.”

“Something along those lines,” he said as he pulled out a makeup brush. “Transformation is all about changing your physical symmetry. Alter the symmetry of your face and you wind up as someone new and unidentifiable.”

“You seem to know a lot about being someone else.”

“My entire Empire was built on the concept of trickery,” Lincoln said as he brought the brush to my face and gently began applying foundation on it. “Now, if you’re ready, let’s rid this world of Aria Valencia.”

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Chapter Five

Shadow

“Did my brother suffer?”

Those were the words she greeted me with, despite not seeing me in over four years. It was understandable. She no longer cared about me as she did her brother, despite Lucien being a complete degenerate and a jackass. Being of the same blood allowed two people to look past each other’s flaws…most of the time.

The wounds were far too deep for me to ever reconcile with Calisto. 

“I want to know, Shadow. Did Lucien suffer?” Leah asked me again as she sat down in an empty seat inside the small coffee shop, which was attached to a children’s book store.

It was a question I wasn’t prepared to answer. I closed my eyes and remembered Lucien’s lifeless body, pale and blue with a black goat-head tattooed on his chest. He seemed at peace and for that, I was somewhat grateful. Despite Lucien getting beneath my skin every time we breathed the same air, he didn’t deserve this gruesome fate.

There was a time when I thought I knew what my sister was thinking or feeling at any given moment, that we had that invisible bond that supposedly existed between twins.

And then just two weeks ago I realized I didn’t know shit.

“I don’t think Lucien suffered,” I replied.

Leah bit her lip and leaned back in her chair, nodding. I could tell she wanted to cry, but she wouldn’t. She never did, even when we were together. She wasn’t going to start sobbing now.

She brushed her long, flowing blonde hair out of her face. She was still a radiant beauty to look at, her soft lips, aqua eyes, and delicate skin that was blessed by the sun. She took my breath away then and she did the same now. I watched as she reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope, handing it over to me.

“Here’s a new passport and some money,” she said, “Enough to get you to Hong Kong and back. Cross the borders sparingly. If enough eyes are on you, someone’s bound to recognize you at some point.”

I opened up the passport and read the name she had given me.

“Richard Stroker?” I asked incredulously.

She smirked. “I thought it was fitting.”

“Still haven’t lost your twisted sense of humor I see.”

“Count your blessings,” she said. “If you weren’t blazing the charts of the CIA watch list, I wouldn’t have given you something so subtle. It took all my will power not to give you Mike Litoris.”

I sighed and shoved the passport in the pocket of my hoodie.

“It’s been a long time Shadow,” she said. “I was shocked to hear from you. How have you been?”

I shrugged. “My sister’s a crazy bitch who murdered all my friends. How are you doing?”

Leah took a deep breath. “I’m doing okay,” she said. “I’m dealing with all of this. Lucien and I lost touch, after I chose to leave the Midnight Society. I guess he felt I was turning my back on him. I always thought that one day, we would reconcile. I thought once I had children, he would open up to me again; an older and wiser Lucien who would forget all his troubles while he played with his nieces and nephews.”

That was a different tune from four years ago. Leah always thought children held people back from their true potential. She never entertained the thought of starting a family with me.

“Are you seeing anyone?” The words seemed to slip out of my mouth effortlessly, as if I were asking her if she wanted cream and sugar.

“You know you can’t ask me that question,” Leah said as she took her eyes off of me and stared at a pair of kids, a brother and a sister that walked into the bookstore with their mom.

“Just curious, that’s all,” I said. “Despite our less than amicable breakup, I do still want you to be happy.”

She sighed. “I’m getting by. But we all know picture perfect happiness is impossible for people like us; for people who were touched by the Midnight Society.”

Her gaze never left the children, who were focused on a display of fantasy books. The boy grabbed a copy of “Where the Wild Things Are.” I couldn’t help but smile as I recalled Abraham reading it to Julia and I. Innocence was such a precious thing.

“What about you Shadow?” she asked, turning her attention back to me. “Have you found yourself some happiness yet, during these past four years?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I did meet a girl,” I began, “But I’m not so sure it will work out.”

“Tell me about her,” Leah said.

I laughed. “So let me get this straight, you won’t tell me if you’re seeing someone, yet I’m supposed to divulge to you if I’m hooking up with someone?”

“Yes,” Leah said, deadpanned.

“Isn’t that a double standard?”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Leah said with a smile. “But don’t forget, I have the vast network of the CIA at my disposal. I can find out every little detail about this girl: her name, her eye color, her bra size, what she had for breakfast—everything down to the last detail.”

“Why do you want to know?” I asked. “So you can get jealous?”

Leah shook her head. “I want to know the girl whose heart you’re going to break.”

I was taken aback by her response. “Excuse me?”

“Shadow, you were always one of the good guys, but as long as you have this chip on your shoulder, at some point, anyone who cares about you will be burned by that raging fire of yours.”

I held my breath and stared at Leah, who had pity in her eyes. However it wasn’t her pity I needed, it was her help.

“You’ve got no right to judge me.”

“I’m not judging you Shadow,” Leah said. “I’m just telling you, be decent and don’t hurt anyone else like you hurt me.”

“What makes you think I haven’t changed?” Shadow asked.

Leah laughed. “I analyze people for a living, that’s my job,” she said. “I can look at someone for all of five minutes and summarize them in less than three words. I don’t mean to sound arrogant, but I’m very good at what I do.”

“Summarize me then,” I said.

“I don’t even need two words for you,” she replied. “Obsessed.”

“I’m focused,” I protested.

“You’re angry, and anytime anger comes into play, the focus becomes an obsession.”

There was some truth behind what she said, but what did she know about what I had gone through? Seeing the bodies of my parents butchered by my own sister changed my view on life.

“I lost my brother too you know,” she said, as if she were reading my mind. “Since I found out, there are times where I just wanted to find Calisto and choke the life out of her with my own two hands—no offense. I know she’s still your sister.”

“None taken,” I said.

“But at the end of the day, what would that accomplish?” Leah said. “I want to bring her down legally and by the books, but I have nothing on her to do so. This is why I agreed to meet with you and give you the head start you need in finding her.”

“So what, we’re starting a mutually beneficial relationship?” I asked.

Leah nodded. “Here’s the reality Shadow, Lincoln is the prime suspect in the murders of James, Brevin, and Donald. His prints were on the gun that killed them, and right now there’s no other piece of evidence that indicates that Calisto was the one behind all of this. I don’t have the power to aim the cannon that’s pointed at Lincoln in another direction unless I have evidence that she’s behind all of this.

“I want you to find her, get a confession out of her, and bring her in. Only then can I clear Lincoln’s name and bring judgment to her for those deaths,” Leah said.

“What makes you think when I find her, I won’t kill her myself?”

Leah shook her head. “You won’t, Shadow. She’s still your sister, and you love her.”

I almost choked on those words. “Love? How can I love someone that took everything from me?”

“Calisto took the life of your parents, that’s true. But it was you Shadow,
you
who decided to turn your back on everything and everyone, including me.”

Once again, she didn’t know what it was like to see the bodies of your parents, soaked in a pool of their own blood, in front of you. Leah wanted me to find Calisto and bring her back alive to face justice. But the truth of the matter was Calisto was already dead to me. The only thing to do with a dead person was to bury them six-feet under.

“Deep down, there’s still love for your sister, I know it. I think you want to do the right thing, and that isn’t killing her.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess we’ll find out when I see her again.”

Leah pulled a large envelope out of her hand bag and pushed it over to me.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Inside is the information you need to get started. Good luck, Calisto is very good at disappearing. Since the night of the deaths at Inferno, she’s become a ghost.”

“I’ll find her,” I stated as I pulled out the documents from the tanned envelope and began scanning them.

They were surveillance photos of Elena Zhao and Calisto, walking out of a building together. My sister was smiling, sporting a new haircut that made her look more refined and sophisticated.

She was still a bitch. 

“When were these taken?” I asked.

“About one week ago, in Hong Kong,” Leah replied. “My source tried to follow Calisto after the meeting, but found it impossible to track her. She’s very good at keeping herself concealed. She has at least five body doubles driving the exact cars with the exact license plates. She lost my agent in the tunnels during rush hour traffic.”

“I guess this confirms Kara’s story then,” I said, frowning. “She mentioned that Calisto was in Hong Kong, forging a deal with the Zhao family. Not good.”

“The Zhao family
is
a powerhouse in Asia,” Leah agreed. “They’re a very powerful enemy to have.”

“I called Elena a whore in front of the rest of the Midnight Society on my birthday.”

Leah looked at me as if I were chewing on worms.

“Well that was stupid,” she said bluntly. “Anything else you’d like to fess up to?”

“I also smashed the only piece of evidence incriminating Calisto,” I said, referring to the tablet containing the video of Calisto’s insane manifesto, which fell out of my hands and shattered on the ground.

It had been on the back of my mind for weeks, how I allowed the only thing that could prove Lincoln’s innocence to be destroyed. To say I was feeling guilty and stupid was an understatement.

I wasn’t thinking then.

It was hard to think now.

For the past two weeks, I felt as if I was traversing through mud with no direction, aimlessly hunting down anyone who I thought knew where Calisto was.

“The police found the tablet,” Leah said. “They managed to pull the memory from it and upload all its contents onto a console. Nothing was salvageable. There was a failsafe built into the tablet that magnetized the whole device after a trigger was set, which I assume came at the end of the video.” She paused. “Yes, it was stupid of you to not keep that tablet intact, but Calisto was smart in covering her tracks too.”

At least that was one thing off my chest.

I nodded. “So I guess it all comes down to me catching Calisto with Elena then,” I said.

“I doubt that’s going to happen. From the intelligence I gathered, she never sees the same person more than once. Your best bet is to track down Elena and get some information out of her,” Leah said, just before adding, “And try not to call her a whore this time. You’ll find that women are much more cooperative when they’re not being accused of being shamelessly promiscuous.”

“I’ll take it into consideration,” I replied.

I watched as the family left the bookstore. The boy gripped his copy of Maurice Sednak’s book in his hands, a large smile on his face. His sister followed closely behind, pulling on his t-shirt with one hand while the other gripped a stuffed animal. The mother thanked the portly old man behind the counter and followed her children out the door.

“Of all the locations we could have met, why here?” I asked.

“I’m killing two birds with one stone.”

“What two birds? Meeting with me and picking u
p a copy of ‘Green Eggs and Ham?”

Leah shook her head and pointed to the man behind the counter. His hair was brittle and grey and his face looked worn down, like old beige leather. He was cleaning his oversized reading glasses with the fabric of his white, buttoned shirt. “You know how I’m good at summarizing people with one word?” Leah asked.

I nodded.

“Pedophile,” she said. “That man is one of the most predominant distributors of child pornography. I’ve been trying to nail him on charges of possession and distribution for the past year, but I’m still struggling to gather enough evidence. He covers his tracks very well, using an untraceable IP address to do most of his business.”

I stared at the man, who turned to us and waved, smiling at us with his large slug-like lips.

“Is there anything else you two need?” he asked cheerfully.

Leah shook her head and gave him her best fake smile.