I’ll find the courage to ask him out, I promised myself. I’ll even swear it by the River of Styx –
I shot up in my seat, and Paul looked at me sharply. “What is it?”
“R-River of Lethe,” I stammered, my mind already racing. Its waters surrounded the cave of the God of Sleep, and a single drop of it was known to cause anywhere from disorientation to permanent amnesia.
Paul jerked the steering wheel to the side, and I knew he was thinking along the same lines I did as the car made an abrupt 180-degree turn, and we started heading back the way we came. I reached for my phone to update Dike and the others, and things kept adding up with every second that passed.
The reason why everyone’s answers was exactly the same...
The reason why every word they spoke seemed true...
The reason why no one had even blinked at Paul’s sheer good looks...
“Do you think Amanda could’ve done it?”
“She could have been the one to administer the potion,” Paul said, “but I doubt she had the ability to brew it. Lethe is a powerful but complex substance. You need to configure its molecular properties if you want an individual to forget something specific.”
“Then she has an accomplice. That’s what you’re saying, aren’t you?”
“Not just any accomplice,” Paul said darkly, “but someone who’s either working in one of the agencies or has connections to it. And whoever it is, the person’s likely our anonymous shooter as well.”
I rubbed the sides of my temple, thinking that the web of deceit surrounding Zeus’ condition just kept getting complicated. With every thread we were able to untangle, a dozen more seemed to knot itself together. Would we ever manage to unravel this before the thunder god rose from his slumber?
Chapter Eleven
It was half past three in the morning by the time the agents in lab coats finished analyzing the blood samples they had taken from the sirens, and the result confirmed our suspicions: minimal traces of Lethe found, enough to cause a minor memory block.
“What exactly do you mean by minor?” Dike asked the NSA agent who had brought us the results.
“The potion’s configuration is based on a specific set of triggers.” The poor guy was nearly babbling, visibly rattled as he was by the Daughter of Justice’s harsh scowl. “Anything related to those triggers has been permanently deleted. Everything else remains the same.”
I frowned, thinking that didn’t sound minor at all. “Is it possible to get around these triggers by asking a certain type of question?” Maybe if I described Amanda in such a way without mentioning her name...
“That could work—-” It was Tamara who spoke up. “But only if the trigger isn’t time-based. For all we know, the potion could’ve been configured to delete all trigger-related memories from the moment Amanda concocted her plans against Zeus.”
Gaea bewitched, but she was just so good at bursting people’s bubbles!
“It doesn’t matter,” Paul said finally. “There’s nothing to lose by questioning again.”
“You’re right, of course.” This time, Tamara was quick to back down.
For their second round of questioning, the sirens had been marshaled into the CSI’s interrogation room, and one glance at their enraged expressions through the two-way mirror had me realizing it was as Monica had said: sirens did not appreciate being dragged out of their beds.
Dike, Agent Gries, and several other high-level CIA agents entered the room to question the sirens. Paul stood beside me, his expression unreadable as he watched the proceedings. “Do you want to have your turn?”
I shook my head. “I’m sure the agents inside are more than enough. They have more interrogation experience than I do.”
“Experience isn’t everything,” Paul said gently. “We all bring something unique to the table, and it rarely has anything to do with experience or expertise.”
“Take out expertise and experience, and doesn’t that just leave luck?”
One corner of Paul’s lips lifted up in a half-smile, and he added solemnly, “Don’t forget humor.” He started to say something else, but the audible vibration of his phone interrupted him, and Paul took it out of his pocket with a frown.
“Good news?” I asked hopefully.
“Afraid not.” Paul looked up. “Zeus has started to stir.”
INTERPOL AGENTS HAD gathered outside the gates of Mt. Olympus, one of Iris’ field reporters broadcasted live over the radio, and human allies with top government positions from all over the world had now been informed of Zeus’ condition.
If the thunder god was to wake on the wrong side of the bed, the world was ready to face his wrath – for better or for worse.
I paced restlessly outside the interrogation room, one part of me listening to the ongoing questioning while the other half of me worried about Paul being in the front line of battle. I was ninety-nine percent sure he was immortal, but so was Zeus, and the latter was an Olympian to boot. The chance of an immortal beating an Olympian god was one in a million, and Cronos knew how much I hated such odds.
Think, Blair. Think!
Sirens were already being questioned. Amanda was still missing. Her room and belongings had been thoroughly swept for evidence, and our agents had been unable to produce a single new lead from them.
So what else? What else can I do? What else was missing? What could Amanda have used that wouldn’t be affected by both the retroactive camouflage spell and the potion?
It was unlikely something Amanda owned herself so maybe –
Oh.
I fumbled for my phone and quickly scrolled down until I found the transcript Lana had sent me of the Facebook chat she had hacked into. Someone had mentioned about Amanda using another siren’s phone...
Bingo!
It was Sonja, Amanda’s roommate.
I hurried to tech support, heart beating madly as I thought of what I could find. People rounded up for questioning weren’t allowed to bring inside any electronic device or sharp object inside the interrogation room, and any prohibited items were immediately handed over to tech support for temporary custody.
Please let this be it, Holy One. Please!
I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw a familiar face behind the counter. “Hey Greg.”
The nineteen-year-old intern beamed. “Blair, hi.”
“You know about the sirens we brought over for questioning?”
“Ah, yes. Do you need anything for evidence?”
“Umm, yes.” I couldn’t quite meet the younger boy’s gaze as I uttered the lie, but I reminded myself that desperate straits called for desperate measures. “I need the mobile phone of Sonja Patel.”
“Sure thing. Be back in a sec.”
I tried not to bite my nails as I watched Greg disappear into the storage room. Behind me, I heard the doors open, and a familiar voice ask in surprise, “Blair? What are you doing here?”
It was Lana.
Greg came back with Sonja’s phone in an evidence bag just as Lana reached my side. I saw her eyes widen, and I shot her a warning look when she started to speak. Turning back to Greg, I said quickly, “You’re a huge help. Thanks.” I swiped the bag out of his hand and dragged Lana with me towards her cubicle.
“What are you doing?” Lana asked under her breath.
“It’s my turn to have a hunch.”
Lana’s eyes widened when she saw me take the phone out of the evidence bag with my bare hands. “Blair! You don’t have any gloves!”
“We don’t have any time for that,” I muttered even I flinched inside. Mishandling evidence went against every work principle I had, but I had no choice. “Remember the Facebook chat you hacked into? This is the phone mentioned in it, the one Amanda liked to borrow.”
Lana’s face cleared, and I knew right away she understood what I was asking her to do. “On it.” She gave me a phone cable. “I need you to plug it in first. Fingerprints on that phone’s already one too many.”
$50,000 for a beautiful, adventurous woman who wants to turn her life around!
Even the timeline matched, with the ad posting taken down just two days before Zeus was poisoned.
“Let me use reverse lookup for this,” Lana muttered.
“English please?”
“Oops, sorry. What I mean is that we have a special system–” Lana continued typing as she spoke, with her gaze flitting between her monitor and Sonja’s phone. “It’s far more advanced than what humans use, and it basically allows us to determine the physical location of a data source. So with this Craigslist ad, we might not be able to find out who sent it but we can at least pinpoint the sender’s exact location when this was ad was first uploaded.”
Countless rows of numbers kept zooming up Lana’s monitor while the screen of Sonja’s phone remained black.
“How long will this take?” I asked worriedly.
“Any moment now...”
Another minute passed.
“Lana—-”
“Be patient. It’s an automated search so I can’t do anything—-”
Sonja’s screen suddenly lit up, and the numbers on her monitor disappeared.
Lana’s face broke into a smile. “We got it, Blair.”
A map showed up on her monitor, zooming closer and closer until both of us inhaled sharply as we realized at the same time what we were staring at.
Pinpointed on the map was...the office of the CIA.
Chapter Twelve
Rain had resumed lashing the ground outside headquarters as I entered the CIA’s block of offices. Zeus was starting to wake, and a countdown had begun.
The whole place was still quiet and empty, with agents either out on the field or in the interrogation room. It was my first time to be here, and I tried to contain my anxiety as I looked down the rows of doors that lined up the long, high-ceilinged hallway. Don't panic. You can still solve this in time, Blair.
“Are you in?” Lana’s voice whispered out of my earpiece.
“Yes." I kept my voice low.
"Ready when you are."
My footsteps fell silently against the floor as I slowly moved forward, fingers curling helplessly against my thighs as I mentally lamented the loss of my wand. Without it, I was reduced to manual spells and hand-to-hand combat, two things I were absolutely not good at.
Looking back, I counted five pairs of doors that I had walked past. “Still nothing?” I asked under my breath.
“Just keep walking,” Lana urged.
Using the IP address provided by the Craigslist posting, Lana had wielded her kind of magic to hunt down our anonymous perp in the form of a GPS-tracking virus. After, she had installed a program in my phone that would allow her to locate whatever agency-issued device or equipment the perp had used, now made identifiable by Lana’s virus.
It was honestly too complicated for my not-so-technical mind to understand, but right now the only thing that mattered was that I trusted Lana – and the fact that we had so little time left before Zeus ended up torching the whole of New England with his thunderbolts.
"Stop."
Lana's half-shriek had me jerking as I forced myself to a screeching halt. "Cast it, Lana," I muttered, "you didn't have to shout."
"I know, I'm sorry, I'm just...you're near," she ended lamely.
We were about halfway down the hall, and I had one door on each of my side. I walked towards the left when Lana suddenly said, "Not that. The signal's weakening."
I backed up and moved towards the right door.
"That's it.” Lana’s voice tinged with trepidation.
The knob vibrated under my fingers as its identification spell worked on verifying my credentials. A clicking sound followed as the door unlocked itself, and I exhaled, realizing only at that moment I had been holding my breath the whole time.
Even now, as I advanced warily inside the office, I had a hard time believing it was truly a CIA agent responsible for poisoning Zeus. Why would one of us do this? It just didn't make sense.
With the shutters drawn, I had to make my way in the darkness, heart thudding against my chest. Lightning flashed outside the hallway, illuminating the entire office for but a moment. I made out an iMac on top of a large desk – the only one inside the room, and my stomach turned upside down in dismay. So we weren't just up against any ordinary agent but a ranking officer to boot?
The windows started to vibrate, and I almost jumped when I heard a thunderous boom explode outside. It's started, I realized bleakly. Squaring my shoulders, I moved forward more quickly, this time determined to get to the bottom of it. I had to find out who it was –
Lighting flashed once more, and I jumped back with a gasp when I saw a figure sitting on the chair.
What was that? Was it real? Or did I only imagine it?
"Blair?" Lana demanded worriedly from the earpiece.
Outside, another thunderbolt hurtled out of the heavens with a loud boom, the sound too close for comfort, and my eyes squeezed shut as trauma tried to seize control of my mind. Memories invaded my thoughts, and I shuddered as I recalled the blazing heat of Zeus’ thunderbolt.
You’re okay, Blair. You’re safe. You’re alive—-
Blinding light struck my eyelids, and I opened my eyes, confused and disoriented at seeing the office suddenly ablaze with light. A moment later, I saw someone reaching towards me, and I scrambled back, but it was too late.
Fingers pulled my hair, and I screamed as I shoved my assailant off, heart pounding, and the side of my scalp stinging. I touched my left ear and realized that whoever it was had ripped my earpiece off, effectively disconnecting me from Lana. I slowly looked up, a thousand possibilities running through my mind, but when my gaze collided with the other woman's, I realized that I would never have guessed the truth.
"I thought I’d find you here."
It was Agent Tamara Gries, and she had a gun pointed straight at me.
A Level 1 witch versus a Level 5 one was like pitting someone who took a single Kumon class against a mathematician. It was pointless and hopeless, but even so I gave it my best shot.
My gaze flew to the window behind her, and I screamed, "Paul, now!"
Tamara whirled around.
Ha! Sucker!
It was a childish thought, but cut me some slack. I was fighting for my life here.
Wasting no time, I took advantage of her momentary distraction and tore out of the office. Her scream of fury bounced into the hallway, and the hairs behind my neck stood up. That was the sound of one pissed off murderer if I ever heard one, and I had just shot straight up to the top spot of her kill list.
Tamara blasted a hole out of her office wall and began firing at me. It was a grand entrance, I’d give her that, and I would probably have told her so if I hadn’t been too busy deflecting both her spell bolts and bullets.
Thank God and Gaea for shield spells, which was the first thing our Self-Defense instructor had taught us. They probably knew it was a neophyte's best chance of surviving, in the event they had a student foolish enough to go up against an advanced-level witch.
Case in point: yours truly, who was now trying her best to talk her way out of certain death.
“Don’t do this, Tamara!”
“I will certainly do this, with much pleasure.”
It was hard, arguing with a madwoman while manually whipping out one shield spell one after, but I managed. It wasn’t like I had a choice.
“You can still give yourself up—-”
“How about taking your own advice and not making this hard for yourself.” Tamara took aim again and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Cronos save me, but that would have been a headshot it not for
my shield spell doing its job.
“Why are you doing this? Did Zeus dump you? Is that it?”
"You bitch!"
"Uh, no, that would be you, I think?"
Tamara tried to shoot me again and howled in outrage when she realized she had run out of bullets. She was making so much noise a whole squad of agents should have come to my rescue by now, but with a poisoned Zeus creating his own kind of havoc outside, I knew it would be futile to even try dialing for 911.
Tossing the gun aside, Tamara went after me again, snarling, "I'll kill you! I swear I'll kill you!"
"And you're psychotic, I swear, I absolutely swear you are." I knew – of course I knew I was better off keeping my mouth shut than provoking her like this, but I couldn't help it. I turned snarky when someone was trying to kill me. It was stupid, and I hadn't known about this part of me until now, but it was the truth, so there.
Tamara blasted another spell bolt at me, too fast for me to ward off with a shield spell, and I ended up jumping out of its way.
Unfortunately, I hadn't thought of checking which way I would end up, and when I felt my back hit something cold –
Uh oh.
The windowpane shattered at the impact, and I started to fall.
Double uh oh.
A moment later, I saw Tamara jump out of the window, her cold-blooded eyes trained on me.
Triple uh oh.
It was official. The other woman had lost her mind, hell-bent as she was on killing me that she would even risk her own life –
And then I saw it, a long brown stick peeking from between her legs, and I realized she had been able to summon her broom before flying out of the window.
Cast it.
Not so insane, after all.
I mentally braced myself for impact as I continued to fall while the electric purple sky zoomed out in seeming slow motion. They say falling to your death wouldn't cause a person any kind of pain, the impact too massive that the loss of life would be instantaneous. I really hoped that was true because otherwise I’d have to feel my skull crack against the ground, and I doubt that would feel anything but excruciating.
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