Industrial Magic
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Its not Weber hes worried about. I turned to Lucas. How does your father explain what happened?
At first, Lucas didnt respond, seeming reluctant to give his fathers rationales a voice. Then he took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. His explanation is that he has no explanation. He assumes that, in mentioning Webers name to the Nasts, he inadvertently provided them with the impetus to begin their own investigation, which culminated in the SWAT raid.
I suppose that makes sense, I said. I know you think your father did this intentionally, but you were in that house, too. Hed never put you in danger like that.
Paige is right, Adam said. I dont know your dad, but from the way he was acting yesterday, this was as much a shock to him as it was to you.
So its settled, I said. Were going to Miami.
On one condition.
The hospital I was in was a small private clinic, far less opulent than the Marsh Clinic in Miami, but serving a similar purpose. This one was run not by a Cabal, but by half-demons. Doctors, nurses, lab techs, even the cook and janitor were half-demon.
San Francisco, like several other big American cities, had a sizable half-demon enclave. Half-demons had no central body like the witch Coven or werewolf Pack. As with most distinct groups in a larger society, though, they recognized the comfort and advantages of community, and many who didnt work for a Cabal gravitated toward one of these half-demon cities.
One of the major advantages to living near other supernaturals is medical care. All the major races avoid human doctors and hospitals. Of course, supernaturals can be and have been treated in hospitals. If you get hit in a head-on collision, you cant tell the paramedics you want to be flown to a private clinic hundreds of miles away. In most cases, such hospital stays are uneventful. But sometimes they arent, and we do what we can to avoid taking this chance.
Lucass condition was that, since I needed ongoing medical care, I must transfer to another hospital. Therein lay the problem. Miami was Cortez Cabal territory. The nearest non-Cabal supernatural-run hospital was in Jacksonville. Not only was that a six-hour drive from Miami, but it was run by sorcerers. If a witch was injured in Jacksonville, shed stand a better chance of recovery by going home and treating herself than by showing up at a clinic staffed by sorcerers.
Benicio wanted me to recuperate at the high-security condo/hospital reserved for family, but Lucas refused. Instead Id go to the Marsh Clinic and Lucas would stay with me. Hed order all my meals from restaurants and hed administer my medication, which the San Francisco clinic would provide. The Marsh Clinic would give me a bed and nothing more. If my recuperationhit a speed bump, an outside doctor would be flown in.
Adam switched the phone to his other ear. Elenas letting you stay up how late? Does Paige know this, cause, as a friend, I should tell her. He shot me a grin. Uh-huh, well, I dont knowBribery works, though. He paused. Oh, no. No way. This calls for a T-shirt, at least. And none of those cheap three-for-ten-dollars tourist shirts, either.
Id made my morning call to Elena early today. At eleven wed be in the air, and I didnt want to worry her by not phoning. On Saturday morning, Lucas had been an hour late phoning because Id been in surgery, and Elena had been ready to pack her bags and fly out to find us.
I finished brushing my hair and surveyed the results in the mirror on my hospital bed table. After two days in a hospital bed, it wasnt good. A hair clip was my only hope. And maybe a hat.
We were leaving within the hour. Lucas was in a conference with my doctor, getting last-minute nursing instructions and medication.
On the phone, Adam continued to tease Savannah and, although I couldnt hear her end of the conversation, I knew she was lapping it up. From the moment Savannah met Adam, hed been the subject of a serious girlhood crush. I thought it would wear off after a few months, as adolescent crushes usually do, but a year later Savannah showed no signs of wavering in her affections, which were displayed through endless teasing and insults. Adam handled the situation admirably, acting as if he had no idea that she saw him as anything more than a pesky substitute big brother. Lucas and I did the same, never saying or doing anything that would embarrass her. Shed outgrow it soon enough. In the meantime, well, there were worse guys she could have a crush on.
Uh-oh, Adam said. I hear Paige coming back. Last chance. T-shirt or I tattle. No? He turned from the phone. Hey, Paige! He paused. Medium? Not likely. Im a large. Pause. Ouch. Nasty. Hanging up now. Another pause. Yeah, okay. Say hi to Elena and Clay for me. And get to bed early.
He hung up my cell phone, then thumped onto the edge of the bed, making my hand bounce and brush mascara on my forehead. I glared at him, grabbed a tissue, and erased the damage.
Youre doing okay, arent you? he said. After everythingyoure doing pretty good.
Better than I was a few weeks ago, you mean, right? I know. I just needed a kick in the pants, and this case did it.
Not just that, he said. I mean, in general, youre doing good. You had a rough couple months settling in, but now, and this summer when you guys stopped by, I thought, shes happy. Really happy.
At first, Lucas didnt respond, seeming reluctant to give his fathers rationales a voice. Then he took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. His explanation is that he has no explanation. He assumes that, in mentioning Webers name to the Nasts, he inadvertently provided them with the impetus to begin their own investigation, which culminated in the SWAT raid.
I suppose that makes sense, I said. I know you think your father did this intentionally, but you were in that house, too. Hed never put you in danger like that.
Paige is right, Adam said. I dont know your dad, but from the way he was acting yesterday, this was as much a shock to him as it was to you.
So its settled, I said. Were going to Miami.
On one condition.
The hospital I was in was a small private clinic, far less opulent than the Marsh Clinic in Miami, but serving a similar purpose. This one was run not by a Cabal, but by half-demons. Doctors, nurses, lab techs, even the cook and janitor were half-demon.
San Francisco, like several other big American cities, had a sizable half-demon enclave. Half-demons had no central body like the witch Coven or werewolf Pack. As with most distinct groups in a larger society, though, they recognized the comfort and advantages of community, and many who didnt work for a Cabal gravitated toward one of these half-demon cities.
One of the major advantages to living near other supernaturals is medical care. All the major races avoid human doctors and hospitals. Of course, supernaturals can be and have been treated in hospitals. If you get hit in a head-on collision, you cant tell the paramedics you want to be flown to a private clinic hundreds of miles away. In most cases, such hospital stays are uneventful. But sometimes they arent, and we do what we can to avoid taking this chance.
Lucass condition was that, since I needed ongoing medical care, I must transfer to another hospital. Therein lay the problem. Miami was Cortez Cabal territory. The nearest non-Cabal supernatural-run hospital was in Jacksonville. Not only was that a six-hour drive from Miami, but it was run by sorcerers. If a witch was injured in Jacksonville, shed stand a better chance of recovery by going home and treating herself than by showing up at a clinic staffed by sorcerers.
Benicio wanted me to recuperate at the high-security condo/hospital reserved for family, but Lucas refused. Instead Id go to the Marsh Clinic and Lucas would stay with me. Hed order all my meals from restaurants and hed administer my medication, which the San Francisco clinic would provide. The Marsh Clinic would give me a bed and nothing more. If my recuperationhit a speed bump, an outside doctor would be flown in.
Adam switched the phone to his other ear. Elenas letting you stay up how late? Does Paige know this, cause, as a friend, I should tell her. He shot me a grin. Uh-huh, well, I dont knowBribery works, though. He paused. Oh, no. No way. This calls for a T-shirt, at least. And none of those cheap three-for-ten-dollars tourist shirts, either.
Id made my morning call to Elena early today. At eleven wed be in the air, and I didnt want to worry her by not phoning. On Saturday morning, Lucas had been an hour late phoning because Id been in surgery, and Elena had been ready to pack her bags and fly out to find us.
I finished brushing my hair and surveyed the results in the mirror on my hospital bed table. After two days in a hospital bed, it wasnt good. A hair clip was my only hope. And maybe a hat.
We were leaving within the hour. Lucas was in a conference with my doctor, getting last-minute nursing instructions and medication.
On the phone, Adam continued to tease Savannah and, although I couldnt hear her end of the conversation, I knew she was lapping it up. From the moment Savannah met Adam, hed been the subject of a serious girlhood crush. I thought it would wear off after a few months, as adolescent crushes usually do, but a year later Savannah showed no signs of wavering in her affections, which were displayed through endless teasing and insults. Adam handled the situation admirably, acting as if he had no idea that she saw him as anything more than a pesky substitute big brother. Lucas and I did the same, never saying or doing anything that would embarrass her. Shed outgrow it soon enough. In the meantime, well, there were worse guys she could have a crush on.
Uh-oh, Adam said. I hear Paige coming back. Last chance. T-shirt or I tattle. No? He turned from the phone. Hey, Paige! He paused. Medium? Not likely. Im a large. Pause. Ouch. Nasty. Hanging up now. Another pause. Yeah, okay. Say hi to Elena and Clay for me. And get to bed early.
He hung up my cell phone, then thumped onto the edge of the bed, making my hand bounce and brush mascara on my forehead. I glared at him, grabbed a tissue, and erased the damage.
Youre doing okay, arent you? he said. After everythingyoure doing pretty good.
Better than I was a few weeks ago, you mean, right? I know. I just needed a kick in the pants, and this case did it.
Not just that, he said. I mean, in general, youre doing good. You had a rough couple months settling in, but now, and this summer when you guys stopped by, I thought, shes happy. Really happy.
