Shadow Bound (Unbound) (13 page)

Static hummed in front of me and I squinted into the light to make out a small monitor next to a door with no knob or handle. A moment later, the static on the monitor gave way to a man’s face, scowling at us. “State your name and business,” he ordered, eyes narrowed in irritation, as if he resented having actual work to do at work.

“It’s me, Harkins. Open the door.”

“Kori?” The man’s eyes widened as he studied her face. “Tower said you wouldn’t be making any more deliveries, so just turn off the light and slink back into the shadows before we both get in trouble.”

“I’m not delivering. I’m tour guiding. This is Ian Holt.” She stepped back so Harkins could get a better look at me, and I nodded in greeting. “Jake told me to show him around, so open the fuckin’ door so I can do my job.”

“Tower sent you? Then you won’t mind if I verify that.” He picked up a telephone receiver and held it in front of the camera.

Kori shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest. “He should be sitting down to lunch right about now, so you can probably catch him at the house. With his family.”

Harkins scowled again and lowered the phone. “If there’s trouble to be had from this, I’m aiming it all your way.”

“What else is new?” she mumbled, as he made a show of pressing a button somewhere on the desk in front of him. The door to the darkroom popped open into the hall with the soft
whoosh
of a seal being broken.

“Stop by the front desk for visitor’s tags,” Harkins ordered, and then the screen went blank again.

“Was that an air lock?” I asked, as she stepped into the hall.

“Yup. So they can gas you without killing anybody else.” She leaned back into the darkroom and pointed up, where two vents were nestled flush with the ceiling, side by side.

“You’re serious?” I said, trying not to imagine why Tower might want to gas someone in his darkroom.

“Serious as gasping your last breath in a pool of your own vomit.”

I frowned and followed her into the hall. “You know, you really have a way with words.”

“I have a way with guns, too,” she said, pushing the door closed behind us. “Let’s hope I don’t need one, because I am drastically under-armed today.”

“Are you expecting another ambush in one of Tower’s own buildings?”

She hesitated, then met my gaze briefly. “I don’t have permission for us to be here, technically.”

“Then why are we here?”

Another shrug as she led the way down the hall. “You wanted to see something true.”

“Should I have specified that I want to survive seeing it?” She wasn’t the only one drastically under-armed. For authenticity in the role of a systems analyst, I’d foregone even my bare essentials for the second day in a row.

Kori twisted to grin at me over her shoulder. “If you wanted boring, you picked the wrong tour guide.”

“I didn’t—” I stopped before I could admit I hadn’t picked her. “I didn’t say I wanted boring. Just nonlethal.” For me, for her, and for whomever I’d have to kill to get my hands on a decent weapon if it came to that.

“Don’t worry. You’re too valuable to shoot.” With that she headed down the long white hallway, and I had no choice but to follow, wondering what Tower was protecting with restricted-access darkrooms and gas vents.

We turned a corner to the left and Kori stopped at a rounded reception desk, where a woman with two green chain links on her exposed left arm handed us a sign-in sheet and slid two visitor’s passes into plastic cases attached to lanyards.

UnSkilled service,
I thought, staring at her arm.

Kori handed me a badge and I slid the lanyard over my head, then held the badge up so I could read it.

Heartland Pharmaceuticals

“You wanted to show me a pharmaceutical company?”

Her teasing smile lit a fire low in my gut, where it continued to smolder as long as her gaze held mine. “You got something against pharmaceuticals? You know, they may have a system you could analyze.”

Before I could reply, she turned and crossed the lobby, then led me down another hallway and past several offices to a door with a keypad above the handle. “Wouldn’t they have changed the code, if you’re not supposed to be in here anymore?” I asked, as she started punching buttons.

“Why bother, when I wouldn’t be able to get past the darkroom anyway?” She grinned and when a green light appeared on the keypad, she pressed on the lever and pushed the door open. We stepped into another hallway, identical to the first, as far as I could tell. More white doors with no windows. More featureless white tile floor. Security cameras on both ends, near the ceiling.

“Where are we?” I asked, as our footsteps echoed down the hall. I felt like I should whisper, but she hadn’t, so it seemed stupid for me to.

“I thought you trusted me.”

“I thought you said not to.”

She stopped in front of the last door on the left and turned to look at me. “I don’t know if I can actually get us in here. This one takes an employee-specific security code, and chances are good that they’ve stripped my clearance. Either way, I’m taking a big risk bringing you here.”

“Why?” I said, more worried by what I saw in her eyes than by anything she’d told me so far. “Why would you break into a building you no longer have clearance for, just to show me something Tower obviously doesn’t want me to see?”

Kori glanced at her feet for a second before meeting my gaze again, and again I was astounded by how much I saw in her eyes, and how little of it I understood. “Because I can’t truly balance the scales.”

“I don’t understand.” I felt like a broken record, spouting that same sentence over and over again, but I couldn’t help it. I’d never felt so unsure of anything as I felt when I was with Kori. I didn’t understand her thought process and I couldn’t interpret her body language, because it seemed to constantly broadcast contradictory signals. Her silence seemed louder than her voice, and even when she did speak, I felt like the parts she left out were more important than the things she actually said.

“Now that the syndicates all know about you, you’re going to have to sign with someone, and it’s my job to make sure that someone is Jake Tower. But no matter how badly he wants—or even needs—your services, he’ll still have the upper hand in negotiations. He’ll still have all the power.”

“And you don’t think that’s fair?”

“I think it’s unacceptable. But it’s also inevitable. I can’t give you even footing. The best I can do is arm you with information I haven’t been explicitly forbidden to give you. That way, at least you’ll know what you’re up against. And what you’re in for.”

I studied her, trying to see what lay behind her eyes and hear what hid between her words. “You don’t think I should sign with him, do you?”

She blinked, and her armor slid into place, as easy as if she’d just lifted an actual shield. “I think you have to,” Kori said. “When there are no good choices, you pick—”

“The lesser of all evils?” I said, and she shook her head slowly.

“The evil willing to pay the most for you. You look that evil in the face, and you take it for all it’s worth.”

Was that what she’d done? Had she sacrificed liberty for the almighty dollar? Or was the money merely compensation for work she would have been forced to do, no matter who she signed with?

“But you shouldn’t sign anything until you know exactly what you’re signing on for,” she said, before I could voice my questions. “Even if you can’t change the terms.”

“And what’s behind this door will tell me that? What I’m signing on for?”

Another nod. “This is his most promising new business venture. Top secret. It’s still on the ground floor, but Jake believes it has penthouse potential.”

But she made the word
penthouse
sound more like a deep, dark dungeon, which made me both tense and incredibly curious. Intel wasn’t my primary mission, but I had no objection to being handed information that could damage Jake Tower even beyond the blow I’d be delivering by killing Kenley Daniels.

“How bad will it be if we get caught?”

“For you? He’ll make you sign a sealed oath swearing you haven’t yet and never will reveal what you learned here.”

“And if I don’t want to sign an oath?”

Her brows rose. “You
will
want to, because the alternative won’t be as simple or as pleasant.”

I didn’t bother asking what the alternative was. “What about you? What will happen to you?”

Kori’s jaw tightened for just a moment. “Nothing. Because we’re not going to get caught, unless you don’t shut up so I can get us out of this hallway.”

And there it was again—that fear I’d glimpsed earlier. It wasn’t there when she talked about people dying in their own blood and vomit, or when she bluffed her way into a secure building, or when she took down armed men with her bare hands. I couldn’t find any pattern to the things that Kori feared, and I was almost as worried by that as I was fascinated by it.

Kori started punching buttons on the number pad, but I only caught the first five of them. When she was done, the light flashed red. She groaned and let her forehead thump against the door. “Well, that was a lot of buildup for nothing, huh?” Her smile looked forced, but her relief—just a fleeting glimpse of it—was real. But before I could decide what to say, something clicked behind the locked door and it swung open.

A man in a white lab coat glanced at me, then his gaze found Kori and his eyes narrowed. “Korinne. Didn’t they ban you from the building?” I glimpsed an ID badge hanging just below chest level, but his arms covered most of it when he crossed them, and I could only see his last name. Abbot.

Kori shook her head and clucked her tongue. “There you go thinkin’ small again. I’ve been banned from
several
buildings. I’m a regular pariah.”

“And who is your partner in exile?” Abbot asked, blocking the doorway with his own body.

“This is Ian Holt, the man whose ass you’re going to be kissing in a few short days. Better practice your pucker.” She shoved him into the room and stalked past him, and I followed when he stomped after her.

“Get out now, or I’ll call security.”

Kori shrugged, half sitting on a table covered in forms and file folders. “Call ’em. And while you’re at it, tell them how you broke security protocol by answering the damn door. Anyone with the clearance to actually be in this room would have his or her own functioning code.” She picked up a clipboard and flipped through the pages clipped to it, too fast to have actually read anything. Then she looked up with her head cocked to one side. “You ever been on Jake’s bad side, Abbot?”

“We all know
you
have.” He snatched the clipboard from her and tossed it onto another table, then propped his hands on his hips beneath the lab coat, revealing brown slacks and a very poorly chosen button-down shirt. “You fell from grace, and I heard the landing was pretty damn rough. I wasn’t on the guest list, but I heard that you—”