Industrial Magic
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Danas father hadnt yet arrived. Getting word to Randy MacArthur was proving nearly impossible. As for Danas mother, well, the less I thought about her, the better, or Id pop stitches. While I was at the clinic, I assumed the role of surrogate visitor. Dana was beyond knowing or caring, but I did it anyway.
That night I persuaded Lucas that I was well enough to go out for dinner. To stretch the excursion out as long as possible, Id ordered dessert. Afterward, we lingered over coffee.
Your dad seems to be really pushing for us on this, I said. You dont still think he had something to do with the raid, do you?
Lucas sipped his coffee. Lets just say that, while I dont discount the possibility of his involvement, I admit I overreacted. You were hurt, I was frightened, and I lashed out at the most convenient target. Its justI have some serious trust issues with my father.
I slipped him a tiny grin. Really? Go figure.
Before Lucas could continue, his cell rang. After two nos, one thank-you, and one Well be there, he hung up.
Speak of the devil? I said.
He nodded. The answer is still no. Worse yet, it seems likely to be a permanent no. Theyve moved the trial to tomorrow.
What?
They say theyve rescheduled because both sides are ready earlier than expected, but I suspect our sustained efforts to obtain an audience helped sway their decision.
So theyre blocking us by bumping up the trial. I leaned back in my chair, hiding a grimace as the movement pulled at my torn stomach muscles. Thats it, then. Were screwed.
Not yet. As my father pointed out, if Weber is found guilty, theres always the option of appeal. At least this will give us the opportunity to hear the entire case. If the prosecution presents concrete evidence linking Weber to the attacks, we may deem an appeal unnecessary.
And save everyone, including ourselves, a lot of grief.
Precisely. Likewise, if theyve found nothing new and they fail to address alternate possibilitiesthat Weber was working with the real killer, or unwittingly obtained the information for himthen we have grounds for appeal. He sipped his coffee. How are you feeling?
Well enough to go to the trial, if thats what youre asking.
The session was set to begin promptly at eight; Lucas assured me this was normal for a Cabal trial. Unlike human murder trials, a Cabal session never stretched for weeks or months. Their court days ran from eight A.M. to eight P.M. and every effort was made to finish within a day or two.
We arrived by cab just past seven. The court and holding cells were almost exactly what Id firstexpected the corporate offices to be, a renovated warehouse hidden deep in an industrial ghetto. Lucas had the driver drop us at the sidewalk behind one of the shabbier buildings.
Normally, Id have insisted on paying the driver, but today I let Lucas. The last thing he needed was a squabble over cab fare. Every stress of the past few days was etched on his face. As he turned from paying the driver, I noticed his tie was crooked. I had to do a double take, certain I was mistaken.
Hmm? he said, catching my look.
Your ties crooked.
His hands flew up to adjust it.
Here, let me. I stood on tiptoes to fix it. You need to get some sleep tonight. In a real bed. Were moving to a hotel.
Not until youre better.
I am better, I said. I look better, dont I?
A small smile. Better than better.
Well, then
Oh, look, a voice said behind me. If it isnt the geek crusader.
Lucas stiffened. I stifled the urge to sling a fireball over my shoulder. Lucas didnt need this. A fireball would be justified. Inappropriate, but justified.
I turned to see a slim, well-built man in his early thirties, his model-caliber face marred by a sneer. Behind him stood William Cortez, which led me to hazard a guess at the identity of the younger man: Carlos.
There must be a protest march going on somewhere, William said. Im sure theyd be more appreciative of your talents, Lucas. Leave the real work to the grown-ups.
I clenched my jaw to keep from reminding him whod done the real work of bringing in the killer, and risked their lives to do so.
Paige, youve met William, Lucas said. And this is Carlos. Carlos, Paige. Now, if youll excuse us
Not bad, little brother, Carlos said as he checked me out. Got to hand it to you. Better than I expected. You must have some hidden assets after all.
Oh, Lucas has hidden assets, William said. About five million of them, and thats just the guarantee. Hold out for the big gamble, and he has a half-billion more.
Carlos laughed. No shit. That kind of dough, any loser can get laid, huh? A few blow jobs is a small price to pay for a shot at Cortez cash.
Not necessarily, I said. From what I hear, it can be too high a price. I met Carloss gaze and smiled. At least with some of the Cortezes.
His eyes hardened. Like hell.
If you say so.
I let Lucas lead me away. Wed gone about five steps when he leaned down.
That night I persuaded Lucas that I was well enough to go out for dinner. To stretch the excursion out as long as possible, Id ordered dessert. Afterward, we lingered over coffee.
Your dad seems to be really pushing for us on this, I said. You dont still think he had something to do with the raid, do you?
Lucas sipped his coffee. Lets just say that, while I dont discount the possibility of his involvement, I admit I overreacted. You were hurt, I was frightened, and I lashed out at the most convenient target. Its justI have some serious trust issues with my father.
I slipped him a tiny grin. Really? Go figure.
Before Lucas could continue, his cell rang. After two nos, one thank-you, and one Well be there, he hung up.
Speak of the devil? I said.
He nodded. The answer is still no. Worse yet, it seems likely to be a permanent no. Theyve moved the trial to tomorrow.
What?
They say theyve rescheduled because both sides are ready earlier than expected, but I suspect our sustained efforts to obtain an audience helped sway their decision.
So theyre blocking us by bumping up the trial. I leaned back in my chair, hiding a grimace as the movement pulled at my torn stomach muscles. Thats it, then. Were screwed.
Not yet. As my father pointed out, if Weber is found guilty, theres always the option of appeal. At least this will give us the opportunity to hear the entire case. If the prosecution presents concrete evidence linking Weber to the attacks, we may deem an appeal unnecessary.
And save everyone, including ourselves, a lot of grief.
Precisely. Likewise, if theyve found nothing new and they fail to address alternate possibilitiesthat Weber was working with the real killer, or unwittingly obtained the information for himthen we have grounds for appeal. He sipped his coffee. How are you feeling?
Well enough to go to the trial, if thats what youre asking.
The session was set to begin promptly at eight; Lucas assured me this was normal for a Cabal trial. Unlike human murder trials, a Cabal session never stretched for weeks or months. Their court days ran from eight A.M. to eight P.M. and every effort was made to finish within a day or two.
We arrived by cab just past seven. The court and holding cells were almost exactly what Id firstexpected the corporate offices to be, a renovated warehouse hidden deep in an industrial ghetto. Lucas had the driver drop us at the sidewalk behind one of the shabbier buildings.
Normally, Id have insisted on paying the driver, but today I let Lucas. The last thing he needed was a squabble over cab fare. Every stress of the past few days was etched on his face. As he turned from paying the driver, I noticed his tie was crooked. I had to do a double take, certain I was mistaken.
Hmm? he said, catching my look.
Your ties crooked.
His hands flew up to adjust it.
Here, let me. I stood on tiptoes to fix it. You need to get some sleep tonight. In a real bed. Were moving to a hotel.
Not until youre better.
I am better, I said. I look better, dont I?
A small smile. Better than better.
Well, then
Oh, look, a voice said behind me. If it isnt the geek crusader.
Lucas stiffened. I stifled the urge to sling a fireball over my shoulder. Lucas didnt need this. A fireball would be justified. Inappropriate, but justified.
I turned to see a slim, well-built man in his early thirties, his model-caliber face marred by a sneer. Behind him stood William Cortez, which led me to hazard a guess at the identity of the younger man: Carlos.
There must be a protest march going on somewhere, William said. Im sure theyd be more appreciative of your talents, Lucas. Leave the real work to the grown-ups.
I clenched my jaw to keep from reminding him whod done the real work of bringing in the killer, and risked their lives to do so.
Paige, youve met William, Lucas said. And this is Carlos. Carlos, Paige. Now, if youll excuse us
Not bad, little brother, Carlos said as he checked me out. Got to hand it to you. Better than I expected. You must have some hidden assets after all.
Oh, Lucas has hidden assets, William said. About five million of them, and thats just the guarantee. Hold out for the big gamble, and he has a half-billion more.
Carlos laughed. No shit. That kind of dough, any loser can get laid, huh? A few blow jobs is a small price to pay for a shot at Cortez cash.
Not necessarily, I said. From what I hear, it can be too high a price. I met Carloss gaze and smiled. At least with some of the Cortezes.
His eyes hardened. Like hell.
If you say so.
I let Lucas lead me away. Wed gone about five steps when he leaned down.
