Fate's Edge te-3

by Ilona Andrews

  He was wearing his businessman persona, the same one he wore when he’d come to trade for information with Alex Callahan. Most likely, she was just reacting to the right combination of signals his hair and clothes were sending. He smiled back at her, pleasant but not beguiling enough for an invitation.

  “I leave you alone for a few hours, and you’re off flirting.”

  Kaldar turned. His mouth fell open. A pale pink suit bordered with black embraced Audrey’s perfect figure. Her hair was brushed and sprayed until it looked glossy and slightly stiff. A wide hat perched on her hair at an angle. Her makeup was heavy and flawless. Her jewelry would’ve made any self-respecting conman come to attention: bloated gold rings encrusted with diamonds; a tennis bracelet so iced, it was bordering on vulgar; diamond earrings; and, to top it all off, a heavy chain of gold beads studded with tiny diamond dots. She looked like a politician’s trophy wife, full of money and ready to take “shop until you drop” to the next level. She was absolutely perfect, from the hat to the pointed toes of her thousand-dollar spiked heels.

  Audrey cleared her throat and raised her eyebrows, pointedly looking at the chair in front of her. Kaldar got off his ass and held it out for her. She landed, one leg over the other, her French tip manicured fingers holding a tiny pink purse. He sat next to her, and the heavy scent of roses emanating from her almost made him sneeze.

  “Jonathan Berman,” he said, inclining his head.

  “Olivia Berman.” She held her hand out, and he kissed her fingers.

  “Charmed.”

  “So do I look like I’m ready to spend some money I didn’t earn?”

  “You look divine,” he told her, and meant every word. “Former beauty queen marries a wealthy asshole; all the means, none of the taste. Yonker will eat it up.”

  Audrey examined him, leaned over, and adjusted the knot on his tie. “You look pretty good yourself. The slicked-back hair is a nice touch.”

  “I was going for rich sleazeball.”

  “You got it.”

  They looked at each other for a long moment. She smiled, and he grinned back, unable to help himself.

  “Why did you walk away from stealing?” Kaldar asked. And he just blurted it out. Brilliant move. Simply brilliant. Such finesse, such perfect timing.

  “A lady never reveals all of her secrets,” Audrey told him with a smug wink.

  He probably could’ve come up with some clever retort if his mind had stopped imagining peeling off her clothes.

  “Any word from the boys?” she asked.

  “Nothing.” Nothing was good; it meant the plan was proceeding as scheduled.

  “What happens if Ed Yonker tries to check us out?”

  Kaldar shrugged. “While you were getting the war paint on, I checked on a few things. Ed Yonker just put in a bid on the Graham Building. It’s an old theater and a perfect location for him: its back faces an Edge bubble. I imagine he now ferries people into the Edge. If he obtains Graham’s, he’ll be set up just like Magdalene. He put in the highest bid—eleven million.”

  “And?”

  “I put in one, too.”

  She stared at him.

  “It’s Friday afternoon. It will take them at least a business day to run credit checks and other things. I’ve spent a long time building up this identity. Jonathan Berman has rock-solid credit and owns enough fictitious real estate to buy Donald Trump. If they dig deeper, we’re in trouble, but they won’t until Monday, and by Monday, we need to be gone. Shall we?”

  “We shall.”

  He tossed some bills on the table, rose, and held out his hand to help her from her chair. She put her hand in his, and he gently led her down to the parking lot.

  “It must hurt to burn an identity like that,” Audrey said.

  “Small price to pay.”

  “How do you do it? How do you keep up with things in the Weird and in the Broken?”

  “A gentleman never reveals all of his secrets.”

  She laughed, leaning her head to the side, and Kaldar wanted to kiss her neck. “Please. You’re dying to boast.”

  “All right.” He shrugged. “I’ve spent most of my life trading with the Broken. I know many useful people, and I make it a point to remember their names and the names of their wives or husbands. I’m pleasant and charming, and I always come bearing gifts, so they don’t mind doing me small favors.”

  “Why do you do this, Kaldar? Is it for the thrill?”

  “That’s part of it.”

  “And the rest?”

  “I want the Hand to suffer,” he said. “I’d burn all my identities and start clean if I had to.”

  “To kill one of them?”

  He knew his face had gone predatory, but he didn’t bother to hide it. “Oh no. I want the whole thing.”

  “The entire Hand?”

  “Yes. I want to end the entire organization as we know it.”

  Audrey blinked. “You’re aiming high.”

  “The last feud my family endured lasted for over a century.” He allowed himself a small smirk. “Mars hold grudges.”

  “I’ll have to take care never to feud with you,” she said.

  “I wish you would feud with me. Then, when I won, I’d reap sweet rewards.”

  “Picturing me as your love slave?” Audrey laughed.

  Kaldar nodded. “And you are divine.”

  “And what if I won?”

  “Then I would be your love slave, of course.”

  “So you’d win in either case.”

  “Precisely.”

  Audrey searched his face for something, then bit her lip. “Did you get us new wheels?” she asked.

  Kaldar gave her a flat look. “Please.” He dipped his hand into his pocket, pulled out the remote, and pressed the button. A black Hummer answered with a short beep.

  “A Hummer?” Her Southern accent was getting thicker by the second. “Shooog, you shouldn’t have.”

  “Only the best for my doll.”

  She reached over and patted his cheek. “It’s too bad this partnership will be over soon. We’d own this town.”

  Huh. “It doesn’t have to be over soon.”

  “Oh no, it does. It definitely does.”

  JACK watched the huge, shiny car swing into the street. They had been giving out flyers for most of the day. The two of them kept to themselves, and they had gotten most of their flyers handed out and had had to go back to get a second stack. Paul, the guy with the placard, even complimented them. At lunch, George and he got a sandwich each and some bottled water. The sandwich was okay, but nothing like Rose’s cooking.

  He missed Rose. It stabbed at him suddenly. He missed his sister, her voice, her scent, his room, his stuff. He missed the smell of the house. He even missed Declan. It all seemed so far away somehow. Jack shook his head, trying to clear the memories. Now wasn’t the time to get all sad and whiny. George had let Paul talk them into a few more hours of work with the promise of a hot dinner. Jack had made all the right “I want more food” noises, and George finally reluctantly agreed.

  The large black car slowed down a few feet away in front of two kids. The window rolled down, and Audrey’s voice rang through the street. “Oh my goodness! Shoog, look at the children. You boys are adorable. What are you doing?”

  “We’re giving out flyers,” the smaller kid said.

  “Is this for a school project?”

  “We don’t go to school,” the bigger kid said.

  “That’s silly. How can you not go to school? What do your parents think about this?”

  The bigger kid shrugged. “We don’t have parents.”

  “You’re orphans? Oh, my God! Honey, give the children some money.”

  Kaldar’s voice said something gruff. Audrey reached through the window and handed two twenty-dollar bills to each of the boys.

  The other children abandoned their customers and made a beeline for the car. George grabbed Jack by the shoulder, still acting. “She’s giving ou
t money, come on!” They ran to the vehicle.

  “We have no parents.” The smaller kid at the window was sniffing for emphasis. “The church makes us hand these out to earn our lunch.”

  “What? Who makes you do this?”

  Several hands pointed at Paul, who stared at the whole scene with owl eyes. “He does!”

  “Is that nasty man forcing you to work for your food?”

  Heads nodded.

  The car door swung open, and Audrey stepped out onto the pavement. She was wearing a ridiculous pink outfit, and her hair was shiny and hard like a helmet. She tucked her purse under her arm. “We will just see about that. Hey, you!” She pointed at Paul. “Yes, you over there! How dare you exploit these children?”

  Paul raised his arms. “No, ma’am, look, that isn’t what this is.”

  The other door opened, and Kaldar stepped out. He looked the way he looked when he’d gone to Rose Cliff, dressed in a suit, with his hair slicked back.

  Audrey put her hands on her hips. “Well, is it or isn’t it?”

  “Is it what?”

  “What this is?”

  Kaldar walked over to them, looking exactly the way Rose looked when Jack forgot to wipe his feet and tracked bloody mud all over the carpets.

  Paul blinked again. “Look, you got it wrong. We’re trying to help the kids.”

  “By making them work for their food? I have news for you, Mister, slavery has been abolished in this country in eighteen ninety with the Immunization Proclamation,” Audrey said.

  “You mean Emancipation and 1863 . . .” Paul murmured weakly.

  Behind Audrey, Kaldar shook his head at him.

  “Don’t try to confuse me! You’re using these boys as slave labor. Maybe they should go and pick cotton for you next.”

  “Umm . . .”

  “Well, I am telling you, these kids won’t have to work tonight.” Audrey looked over the kids. “Who wants McDonald’s?”

  Jack stuck his arm out with everyone else, and yelled, “Me, me, me!”

  Audrey swung to Kaldar. “Honey?”

  Kaldar sighed, opened his wallet, took out a thick wad of cash, and deposited it into Audrey’s hand. Audrey waved it around. “Let’s go, children! I saw a Mickey D’s around the corner.”

  She marched down the street, everyone following her.

  “Wait . . .” Paul called out. “You can’t do this.”

  “Trust me,” Kaldar told him. “It’s best to just go with the flow when she’s like this. Come on, I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.”

  KALDAR walked next to Paul through the shiny, polished hallway of the Church of the Blessed and pretended to listen to the man droning on about the camp and the runaways, while keeping an eye on Audrey and the gaggle of children ahead. They had gone to McDonald’s, and, afterward, Audrey insisted on seeing where the “poor boys” were sleeping. She made it sound like she expected them to be chained to the walls in some cell somewhere, which caused their handler no end of distress. Paul was a true believer. He was honest and hardworking, and he genuinely wanted to help the children.

  “You see, most of them really have no place to go. It’s horrible what they’re reduced to on the streets. Drugs, violence. Some of them even prostitute themselves. I had two boys just today standing there, looking as hungry as could be, and I had to promise that nobody would touch them, or they wouldn’t come near me. What is the world coming to, I ask you? These children, they’re suspicious of charity. I mean, wrap your mind about that one, will you? Childhood should be a happy thing. At least this way they get two decent meals a day.”

  Ahead, the double doors opened, and Ed Yonker entered the hallway. He looked exactly like his photograph: well-groomed, tall, with clear blue eyes and a well-oiled smile. Kaldar disliked him instantly.

  “Paul, what’s going on here?”

  “Immunization,” Audrey proudly told him, and kept walking.

  “What?”

  Kaldar sighed.

  “She means emancipation,” Paul said helpfully.

  “I see. Who is being emancipated?”

  Paul launched into a long explanation, complete with arm waving. Kaldar studied Ed Yonker, and Ed was clearly doing his best to study him. His gaze slid from Kaldar’s shoes, to the expensive suit, to the Rolex on his wrist, to the three-hundred-dollar tie, then, finally, to his eyes.

  Paul was winding down.

  “You must excuse my wife,” Kaldar said. “She has a soft spot for underprivileged children, and she gets carried away. We’ll be on our way shortly.”

  “It’s no trouble. No trouble at all.” Ed Yonker stuck out his hand. “Edward Yonker. Everyone here just calls me Ed Junior. We’re not very formal here.”

  Kaldar took the hand and shook it. “Jonathan Berman. As I said, Mr. Yonker, we’ll be on our way soon.”

  “Please, just Ed will do.” All three of them looked after Audrey’s retreating behind, clasped in a skintight skirt. Yonker raised his eyebrows a bit, appraising Audrey like a piece of meat in the market, and Kaldar felt a powerful urge to hit him in the mouth.

  “If your wife wants to make sure the boys aren’t mistreated, then I say more power to her. In our day and age, it’s so rare to find people who take interest in God’s less-fortunate children.”

  “Thank you for understanding,” Kaldar said.

  “Come, I’ll show you around.” Ed strode next to him, shoulders back, firm gait. No trying to dominate, but secure in his authority all the same. They went through another set of double doors, down the hallway, and entered a small dormitory.

  Ahead, Audrey called, “Y’all don’t rush now, I don’t want any of you falling.”

  “Is that a Southern accent, if you don’t mind my asking?” Ed asked. “Georgia perhaps?”

  “Florida,” Kaldar said, just out of spite.

  “Oh. What brings you to sunny San Diego?”

  “Business. Real estate.”

  “There is plenty of that around here.” Ed gave a hearty laugh.

  “Indeed.”

  Audrey inspected the dormitory, letting the boys lead her.

  “Your wife is very passionate about doing good works, I see.”

  “She is very generous,” Kaldar nodded. “Luckily, I’m in no danger of bankruptcy.”

  Ed chuckled. If he had been a cartoon, his eyes would’ve ignited with dollar signs.

  Audrey came full circle and headed back toward them. Her eyes shone, and her face was slightly flushed, just enough to put all sorts of interesting thoughts into a man’s head. She held on to Jack and ruffled his hair. “Isn’t he just the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen? I want to take him home.”

  “Feel better, doll?” Kaldar asked her.

  Audrey let go of Jack, leaned forward, and Kaldar kissed her, carefully so as not to smudge her lipstick. Their lips barely touched, but for once he was grateful for the tailored trousers of his suit. Most men didn’t go erect from a casual kiss from their wives.

  “Yes, I do. Thank you, darling.”

  “Livie, this is Ed Yonker. He’s in charge here.”

  “Nice to meet you, preacher.”

  Audrey beamed. Kaldar was prepared for the smile, but it took even him off guard. Ed Yonker blinked. Paul had to have a private moment studying the floor. Kaldar slid his arm around Audrey and cupped her butt possessively, a fact Ed Yonker noticed and obviously filed for further reference. Dear Gods, Audrey had a nice ass.

  “I do miss going to church,” Audrey prattled on. “Jonny has been so busy lately. One day we’re in Seattle, then in Nevada, now here. We never get to worship anymore. Especially in such a lovely church. Y’all seem like such nice people, and your kids are darling.”

  Ed finally collected his wits. “As you can see, only a small group of our younguns stay here. Most of them stay with us at the camp.”

  Audrey opened her eyes wider. “What kind of camp?”

  “That’s where most of our services take place. The Blessed Youth Witn
ess Camp and the Wooden Cathedral.”

  Audrey turned to Kaldar. “Can we see the camp, darling?”

  “Not today, doll,” he told her. “I have a business meeting.”

  “I don’t mean to be rude or to upset you,” Ed said. “But the Wooden Cathedral is a special place for our congregation. That’s where we worship and meet in fellowship. One must aspire to be a member of our church to visit there.”

  They were losing Ed’s attention.

  Audrey pretended to pout and made a small dog noise. Nicely done, but Ed still didn’t seem involved.

  “No, Livie,” Kaldar shook his head. “As I said, I have an auction to attend today. Ed has his congregation to look after. He can’t exactly give us a grand tour. I do apologize again for the interruption.”

  “No problem at all.” Ed nodded, amicable. The hint had flown clear over his head. Ed was swimming away and fast. “What is it you said you did?”

  “Real estate,” Kaldar said.

  “My husband provides housing for poor people,” Audrey said proudly, petting his shoulder. “He owns apartments, and when people can’t pay their rent, he buys them back and turns them into stores.”

  Kaldar grimaced. “Livie . . .”

  “It’s something to be proud of,” she said.

  Slum lord, tons of money, beautiful wife without a brain, and loads of guilt. Come on, Ed. Come on. Take the bait.

  Ed considered it. The thought flashed in his eyes for a moment and dulled. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you folks. Paul here will show you out.”

  Damn it.

  “Later!” Kaldar raised his hand and steered Audrey to the exit.

  “I really wanted to see the camp,” Audrey pouted.

  “Sorry, doll. Besides, tonight we have to go visit Magdalene, remember? Your brother recommended her?”

  Behind them, Ed Yonker came to life like a shark sensing a drop of blood in the water.

  Three.

  Kaldar put a little pressure on the small of Audrey’s back. And we’re walking away. Walking away . . .

  Audrey let out a cute sigh. “I suppose. It will be boring. Those people are always boring.”

  “It’s supposed to be inspiring,” Kaldar said. “I’m sure you’ll like it. Supposedly, she gets great results. One session, and your mind is sharper. Your brother swears by her.”