"After you've eaten, of course," Trent said, almost rolling his eyes at Ceri. "Your turn."
My turn. I had a handful of questions, but what came out of my mouth was "The machines I've seen aren't cheap. The research into placing their sites isn't easy to come by, either, seeing that they're located to passively hide them from magic. Spells and charms aren't going to find them easily anymore, but we might be able to track their backer down using the money trail. Get them from that angle."
"Yeah, cut off the money supply to the Tink-blasted lunkers, and HAPA will dry up like a fairy's fling-flan," Jenks said from the kitchen, and Ceri succinctly told him to shut his mouth, her eyes flashing with parental outrage as she prepared the tea.
I watched Trent's tells as he leaned back into the couch, his eyes distant in thought. You couldn't have four perfect places to hide from the I.S. and the FIB where you could plug your illegal genetic machines in without a lot of hush money. At least I knew Trent wasn't behind it.
"I agree," he finally said, crossing his knees, which told me he didn't like where his thoughts had gone. "It's more than disturbing that they got into the lower levels and lifted two of my machines." His focus sharpened on me. "It's someone with a lot of money, very good intel, or both. Very few people even know they existed, much less where they were."
Jenks settled on the coffee table as Ceri made her graceful way down into the seating area, a small tray in her hands. There were cookies along with the expected steaming pot and three delicate teacups, and my stomach rumbled. "Trenton, you interviewed the techs who worked the machines. I can't believe it was any of them," Ceri said.
He nodded, even as he frowned. "Again, I agree." His eyes met mine, a hint of worry in them. "My concern is that it was someone my father once helped with a pesky case of diabetes."
I sighed, leaning back and rubbing the edges of my wound to see how close I could get. It could be anyone. Anyone rich, that is. Back to square one.
"I'll go through my Christmas card list," Trent said, his tone soft in thought.
We were silent, Jenks's wings still. "Where are my manners?" Ceri said suddenly, the cookie plate scraping the table as she extended it to me. "Rachel, you must be starving. That IV you were on last night won't do a thing for your appetite. Please. Take a cookie."
The world is falling apart, and Ceri wants me to eat a cookie? "I'm fine," I said as I accepted the cup of tea she handed me - I was desperate for caffeine in any form - but when my stomach rumbled, I took a cookie, then another, then finally a third when she refused to offer them to Trent until I did.
Trent shook his head when Ceri offered him a cup of tea, and I started when he stood in a quick motion. "Could you excuse me a moment?"
Ceri frowned up at him. "Honestly, Trenton. Can't you stop working for even an hour?"
The polished man stopped short and beamed a genuine smile at her. "This is what I am," he said, inclining his head and making her twist her lips in acknowledgment. "Quen needs to know what's going on or HAPA will be right back in here stealing the newer replacements I had installed last week. That's what thieves do. Take the old, then return for the new."
"Ah, tell Quen that they probably have a doppelganger curse," I said, then hid my chagrin behind my cup of tea. It was too hot to sip, but that way I wouldn't have to look at him. The hem of his slacks was shifting in agitation, and when I glanced up, he wiped the ire from his face.
"I'll be back in five minutes," he said as he stepped over the twin shallow stairs and started for the stairway to the ground floor. "Eat your cookies. I want to show you something."
Crap, I hadn't had the chance to ask him about taking off the bracelet, and I stiffened.
Misunderstanding my tension, Jenks rose, his wings humming. "Trent? You want to run by me what you're going to show Rache?" he said, and when I gave him a tiny finger motion to go, he buzzed over to the man. Trent jumped, startled, then accepted his presence.
"Quen!" Trent shouted as he jogged down the stairs, and Jenks darted to the main floor ahead of him. From the nursery, a fussing complaint rose, and the trip-trap of Winona's feet as she shut the nursery door but for a crack.
Concerned, I looked at Ceri. "What am I going to be looking at?"
Ceri snapped a cookie in two between her teeth. "I've no idea," she said around a sigh. "Probably the room that the equipment was taken from."
She looked so happily frazzled, so much a person and so little a dead-inside demon familiar, that I felt a warm glow. Not all my screwed-up choices ended up bad. "So how's life?" I said, and her entire face seemed to light up.
"I am so happy it should be illegal," she said as she touched my hand, then drew away. "The children alone," she sighed at the closed dayroom door. "I never thought any of this, any life at all, would be mine. I wake up every morning and pinch myself."
Pleased, I set my tea down and bit into a cookie. It had that lemon flavor that I knew was hiding the distinct tang of Brimstone. I took a breath to protest, then glumly shoved the rest in my mouth and chewed. I didn't like using the Inderland drug, illegal since the Turn, but seeing that Trent manufactured it, purified it to remove the stuff that the people on the street bought it for, and left only the metabolism boosters that the vamps wanted, I'd probably be okay. I might set the FIB's Brimstone dogs into canine throes of delight, though.
"That night I saw you with Al," Ceri was saying, her expression misty with memory, "when he was going to make you his familiar? I thought I was going to die and you were going to take my place. You looked so stupid, but you really did know what you were doing."
I cleared my throat and swallowed, reaching for the tea to wash it down. Yeah, caffeine on top of Brimstone was a great idea. "It was luck," I said, uncomfortable. The tea had a pleasant smoothness, and I leaned back and ran a finger under the bracelet, wanting it off. It was funny how things had turned out, but Ceri was giving me more credit than I deserved.
Ceri saw me looking at my charmed silver and, with her usual bluntness, said, "You should get rid of that. I'd be able to fix your leg if you did. And you could help Winona, too."
Feeling guilty for having been so selfishly clueless for the last five months, I jammed another cookie in my mouth. So many good things would come from taking off the bracelet. So many good things, and just one bad. "I know. That's why I'm still here," I said around my full mouth, nervously wiping the crumbs from the corner of my mouth as Ceri's eyes widened.