The Keepers (The Alchemy Series) (18 page)

“For whatever reason, I’m the only one
who might be able to do it. How do I not, knowing what the alternative might be. I didn’t want it to be my problem but I don’t feel like I have a choice.”

“You could just let the whole thing work out however it does, go off and live your life. Even if Tracker took over, it might n
ever become an issue. If it does, you would still have your life. Things might be different, but at least you would be alive to know how it turned out. Your way, you might not see next month.”

I just shrugged my shoulders.

“The way I see it, you either have a soft spot for Cormac,” he paused to chug back his shot, “or you’ve got some sort of death wish. I’m not sure which.”

I opened my mouth to speak but he held up his hand and interrupted me before I could. “Don’t bother arguing. I’m beyond stubborn in my opinions. I can see
the way you look at Cormac, so there is no sense denying that. I can also see you’re a very unhappy person. We’ve all got skeletons, but I’m afraid you might have a whole god damn cemetery. I’m going to go through with your plan, mostly because I don’t know if we have a choice. What really bothers me though, is that my gut feeling tells me that as much as I sense the fight in you, I’m not so sure you’d run away from death. Making plans with someone like you is dangerous.”

I sat there and pondered his words for a moment. If I was the type to self evaluate, I might agree with him. Lucky for me, I wasn’t that type. I knew I was an emotional wreck. Problem was I didn’t see the point in dwelling
on the past. It had already messed me up. Why keep going back for more?

I swigged back my own shot, which I could now confirm was tequila,
and asked, “So, does that mean you’re in?”

He shook his head no, but his lips said yes.

“I know you do all the scheduling. Whoever you have to bring over, set it up for Sunday. All of them.”

“Why Sunday?”

“He’s got a lead that is taking him out to LA. He’ll be gone all day.”

“He doesn’t have a lead in LA.”

“He will.”

He laughed now, but not a cheerful kind. The kind that was full of nervousness. “Now I know you’ve got a death wish. Are you insane? You planted a phony lead?”

“It’s the only way.”

“How do you know he’s going to go out there Sunday? What if he follows up on it before then?”

“Won’t happen. The lead is only going to be available to talk on Sunday.”

“Who is it?”

“Do you really want more details?”

“You know what? You
’re right. I don’t want to know. He’s going to kill you.”

“He already tried once. It didn’t work then.”

Dodd went and grabbed the tequila and took a swig right from the bottle, then offered it to me. I accepted.

“Don’t tell Buzz, I don’t think he’ll be able to keep the secret.”

“I wish no one had told me.” He took the tequila bottle back and took another swig.

“I’ve got some news.”

I looked over to watch Cormac as he strolled into my room Sunday morning. In a matter of hours, my plan would take effect. I knew I had started to act a bit jittery. I always prided myself on keeping my cool, but that was before I’d landed in this mess. And as far as what I was doing today, I’d never done anything like this before. Cormac wouldn’t appreciate being led on a goose chase. If he ever discovered this was a set up, he would lose it.

It didn’t matter. I was going to do what I had to, regardless of the outcome and ramifications. If I died, it wouldn’t matter how mad he was. If we managed to pull it off, I bought him
more time to find out what was going wrong and who was behind it, he’d need me to keep doing. I’d have leverage, not to mention I’d have saved his ass. I mean really, how mad could he be? Now I just had to make sure I had the chance to pull it off.

“What’s up?” I tried to sound casual
, not moving from my spot leaning against the headboard while I drank my hot coffee.

“The lab managed to determine some of your lineage.”

My heart skipped a beat even as I remained calm. That wasn’t what I’d expected at all. “I thought they couldn’t do anything with the blood?”

“One of my guys had the smart idea of taking a Fae sample and applying it to all of our genetic lines, seeing if they could rule any out. It worked better th
an they had even imagined. All Alchemists descend from the original ten. They managed to determine that you are a descendant of Drake.”

“Are you a Drake?” The idea of being his cousin made me slightly sick. No one wants to think they
’d lusted after a relative. That’s just disturbing.

“No.”

I took a mental sigh of relief. “So who was Drake?”

“We don’t have much information on Drake, or any of the founding ten. A lot of our history was destroyed through the years. Paranoia ran rampant through the alchemists. They were always afraid of revealing secrets. That’s how the pact came to be.
They bartered with the Fae who had the ability to fuse the knowledge of the alchemists to their actual genes.”

“How does that work?”

“It’s built into our DNA now, like, the way a bird knows how to fly north. It’s a knowledge that is passed down genetically. Problem is it has become less dependable through the years, causing a lot of variations in how strong each descendant is. From the stories that I do know, my belief is that they thought it would be more reliable and consistent than it turned out to be. Perhaps they were led to believe that. I really don’t know.”

He sat down on the edge of my bed as he talked and really started looking around the room, eyeing several piles of clothes. “Why is your room so messy?”

“Why’s yours so neat?”

“Neat is good.”

“Personally, I think it’s just uptight.”

“When was the last time you let the maid in?”

“Yesterday.”

“Yesterday? You did this in one day?”

“I tell her not to touch my piles. I can never find anything after she moves my stuff around.”

“So this is how you want it?”

“Yes, Cormac, I’m a slob. Is that what you want to hear? Now get off my bed. I want to drink my coffee and watch the news.” And don’t you have an appointment?

He just shook his head as he stood obligingly. “I’ll be back tonight. I’ve got a lead to check out.”

I wanted to jump out of the bed and start getting ready, but I schooled myself until I watched his tall muscular frame walk out the door in search of my fictitious lead. As I heard the main door shut, I sent Dodd a text message. He was waiting in the hallway less than fifteen minutes later.

“You rea
dy?” he asked.

“I should be asking you that. You’re the one with cold feet.”

“What happened to your cute outfits?” he asked as we entered the elevator.

“This isn’t cute enough?” I smoothed my moist palms down over my skinny jeans, realizing how nervous I really was.

He shrugged. “I like looking at your legs in skirts.”

“Sorry to disappoint. I was worried there might be a draft in the portal.”

“I was hoping there was.” He had the perfect rogue smile on his handsome face. If it had been Cormac, I might have melted on the spot, because he affected me like no one else. However, as handsome as Dodd was, him I could resist.

“Not even a blush? Nothing?”

“I don’t blush.”

We went the rest of the way going over the times and numbers, until we made it down to the lower hallway. “Where is everyone?”

“How many times do you have to be told that witnesses aren’t good? It’s bad enough we are going behind his back. I didn’t want to take anyone down with us. And if we blow it, I don’t want to have to take them out.”

“I thought you didn’t kill your own?”

“Nah, we don’t. I just wanted to sound like a hard ass.”

“Dodd, anybody ever tell you that you’re a little off?”

“Well, ain’t that the kettle calling the pot black.”

“
So, is this going to really screw up your relationship with Cormac?”

“He’s like my brother. I’d do anything for him. I can’t sit back and let him shoulder this all on his own.” He unlocked the final door and the pillars stood before me, huge, dark, and daunting.

“Okay, little girl, time to see what you’ve got,” Dodd said as he stood next to me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll bring it. This little girl is about to save your ass.” I heard the words I spo
ke and I sounded tough enough. Just hoped I really did have it to bring. I sure as hell didn’t want to step into that portal whistling Dixie.

“I sent a message through for them. They’ll be ready in thirty minutes from now.”

I pushed up the sleeves of my shirt. “Now, let’s just hope I’ll be ready.” I hadn’t meant to say it out loud. Hadn’t even realized I had until I saw Dodd’s face. “Only kidding, I’m good!” I infused my words with as much bravado as I possibly could, but Dodd’s face didn’t look any more reassured.

“I’ll get it up and running, but I’m not going to pull at the radiation. That’s what went wrong last time. I’ll just hold it open. You step in. You’re a natural at pulling.”

I nodded my head, not wanting to think about what would happen if I didn’t just naturally pull the radiation toward me. I thought of all sorts of crispy critters falling out of the portal. Maybe I’d be the crispiest critter of all. Either way, I just wanted to get it over with and let the chips fall as they may, but I had to wait, minute by slow ticking minute, while Dodd fiddled around the room.

When the time finally came, my stomach was churning like I’d been on rough seas all day. I swallowed hard and held on to the contents of my stomach, barely. It was hard to look like a bad ass when you were puking your stomach contents up from nerves.

“You ready?”

“Completely.” I was so full of it that I even amazed m
yself. He smiled and nodded as he took his place and started his end of things. I might have given Dodd a little too much credit if he believed my bullshit.

I put my hands in my
pockets to hide their shaking, as I slowly watched the sparks start in the center until it grew larger and larger. Once it spanned the entire distance between the monoliths, I looked over at Dodd who gave me the go ahead. I slowly approached, knowing I dragged my feet, then took a deep breath and took the final step. The one that would either hold this masquerade together, or end it, at least for me.

As I stepped inside, the air tingled all around me and everything blurred slightly. I wa
sn’t sure if it was my eyes or the haze from the portal. A slow breeze picked up, but it wasn’t natural, because instead of coming from one direction, it came from every direction. I didn’t remember seeing surfer boy’s hair blowing when he had come through, but I did remember feeling a breeze last time and I realized it was the radiation flowing to me. Okay, so one problem down, having no clue what I was doing, I was pulling the radiation. Now, as long as it didn’t kill me, this would be cake.

Then I looked toward the opening on the other end of the portal, which was about a short city block away. A crowd that looked to be over a hundred, gathered there. Could this be right? I looked at a blurry Dodd, who motioned the
m to start filing through, unfazed by the number of people.

They w
ere short, tall, fat and skinny. The only thing they had in common was they were all very normal looking. I wouldn’t have given them a second glance if I saw them on the street. Some eyed me warily as they passed, and I could tell it was abnormal to have someone standing in the portal, but nobody remarked. That was until a haggard woman, who was a hundred if she was a day, stopped next to me. Her crazy grey hair shot out in every direction.

“You look familiar,” she said.

“I don’t think I know you.”

“I didn’t say I knew you.” She looked me overly intently, and then walked away, disappearing into the group.

I could see, even from inside the portal, as the crowd paused and then exited the room. That’s when I felt it; a pair of eyes on me, my skin broke out in goose bumps. My eyes darted to the door to find Cormac standing there, hours earlier than I had expected him to make it back. His face was unreadable, but his eyes bored into mine as he ignored the crowd of people that parted around him as he walked forward.

I watched as the last few people stepped out of the portal, and I followed them out. Dodd closed it up shortly after I did, but I barely noticed. I kept Cormac in my peripheral vision to the deficit of everything else.

“Hey, watch where you’re going,” I heard, as I bumped into someone right in front of me.

“Sorry,” I said as I
looked at a tall lanky, middle-aged man and backed up. I turned back to see if Cormac had noticed and saw his gaze still followed me. He couldn’t do anything, I told myself. I was the key to him keeping this operation together.

I waited and watched as the last few people walked through the door. I stood there waiting while I watched Cormac, hand on the doorknob
, eye Dodd and tilt his head toward the hallway.