ARC: Peacemaker (23 page)

His chains tinkled as his face work in agitation. “She works alone.
We
work alone.”

The man handed me a phone then pushed past me, causing me to flatten against the wall. “There is one number in here. Call me when you have found her.”

When I stepped back onto the street, he had gone but Heart was standing at the door of The Outfit looking panicked.

He saw me and ran over. “What are you doing down there? With everything that’s…”

“Give me your phone,” I interrupted him.

“What? Why?”

“I don’t have one. At least, not one I can use. Please. Quickly.”

He handed it over and watched me as I thumbed in Totes’ number.

“Who is this?”asked the Park tech.

“Virgin. Do you have any kind of locator on the Marshall?”

Silence for a moment. “Why?”

“Just answer the question.”

“I told you. He found the bug in his apartment and he doesn’t have a phone. I’m not secret service, Virgin. I don’t plant things on people.”

“So you don’t know where he is right now?”

“Nada. Is something up?”

“Call Bull and tell him I’m coming into the office. I need to see him right away.”

“Virgin?”

“Please, Totes. Just do it.”

“OK. But where are you calling fr–”

I hung up and gave Heart back his phone. “Sorry. I have to go.”

“Wow!” He grabbed my arm. “You can’t just bail without an explanation.”

I took his hand off my sleeve and squeezed it. “The Marshall’s been taken.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

“T-taken? Like abducted?” said Heart.

“Yeah, just like they tried to do with me the other night.”

“But how do you know? Who told you?” He glanced up and down the street.

“I have to go. I’m sorry. I’d say I’ll see you later tonight, but that might not pan out. You understand?”

He raised both hands in a helpless gesture. “Sure Virgin, but let me at least escort you to work.”

I didn’t want to be
escorted
but it seemed churlish to reject his courtesy. “Sure.”

We grabbed a priority taxi from a red-coded rank across the road. The PTs ran on a different grid system to the rest of the traffic but you paid for it accordingly. I figured Parks Southern wouldn’t baulk at the cost it in this instance.

Heart asked me a few questions about who, and where, and what I would do, but I wasn’t good for questions I had no answers to.

And I was having a hard time believing the Marshall’d been taken. Sixkiller seemed so untouchable, I half expected him to be waiting in Bull’s office for me looking smug or a trifle disdainful.

“Call me?” said Heart as we parted in the foyer of Parks Southern.

“When I get a new phone.”

He dropped a kiss on my cheek. “You make my heartache, Virgin. Be careful.”

I frowned, not sure what he meant. “Always.”

“Let me know if I can help,” he added.

“Unlikely. But if you hear anything… you know… rumours.”

“I’ll head back to work now and ask the girls. They hear all sorts of things. The Marshall must have been taken close to the club. Someone might have seen something.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

I left him there and ran past security to the lift. It took an age for it to ping open at Bull’s floor.

“Where is he?” I asked Jethro, his assistant, as I burst in the door.

“He won’t be a moment, Virgin, he’s on a VIP call.”

“Fuck that!” I marched past him and went straight on in.

“Virgin?” He quickly tapped his desk and the screen he was staring at went to black.

I caught a glimpse of a woman’s face but it was no one I knew.

“Can’t you ever do as you’re asked?” he barked.

“The Marshall’s gone. We don’t really have time for you to be politicking.”

“I know. I was in a conference about it. One you rudely interrupted.”

“How do you know?”

“He has a locator on him which sent a distress signal then stopped. Tell me what you know and what you think.”

I sat on the other side of the desk and went through it, explaining the visit from Kadee Matari’s man. I finished with, “Maybe we should contact Detective Chance.”

“I think this beyond Aus-Police, Virgin. Now I have your full report, I’ll be bringing in some outside help. You need to just sit tight and wait until they arrive.”

“When will that be?”

“Tomorrow, maybe.”

“Tomorrow,
maybe?
Jees, Bull, he could be dead by then.”

“If you want to look at it that way, he could be dead by now. But you don’t steal people off the street to kill them. They’re making a point, or will make a demand. The Marshall is smart. He’ll know how to survive in this situation.”

“What situation, Bull? It’s not you out there. What if they’re torturing him? He’s killed one of them already.”

“Look, I appreciate your emotional investment in this but we need experts figuring it. Be available for a briefing tomorrow when they arrive. In the meantime stay at home and keep this to yourself.”

I glared at him, speechless.
Emotional investment?
What happened to plain human decency, and loyalty?

I got up and headed for the door.

“And Virgin. Totes will drop a new phone off to you at home. Stay in touch.”

“Yes, boss.” No, boss.

He stood up and crossed his arms to press the fact that he meant what he said. “Security will take you back to Cloisters.”

No point in going head to head him on that. I had my own plan which meant getting back to my apartment as soon as possible anyway.

“Tomorrow then,” I said.

I left him and was told by Jethro that security would meet me in the lobby. His tone and manner were offhand and I didn’t blame him for it. Most assistants took the task of protecting their boss very seriously. They didn’t like being brushed off.

But even though I didn’t blame him, I also didn’t care.

Security brought a sleek company limo around to the front door and drove me home in the PT lane. I was sitting on my couch with a beer and strip of beef jerky exactly twenty-three minutes later.

I didn’t ask but I expected at least one of them stayed on outside my door or down at the front entrance. It would be an annoyance later when I wanted to leave but Caro would play her part.

A knock meant I had to drag my butt off the couch to look through sec-cam. It was Totes, waving a phone under the camera.

I let him in and went back to my posse on the couch.

He stood near the door, doing the awkward foot to foot shuffle. He looked kinda oily, like he hadn’t washed in a while.

“What’s going on with the Marshall?” he asked.

“Ask Bull. I’m on a gag order.”

His eyes widened. “Things aren’t right Virgin. I’ve been checking the coding on the Park-scan systems. I keep finding anomalies.”

“What kind?”

“Just small things. The system is meant to self-repair and alert me when it does. But it’s like it’s running a second layer of code that I can’t see and that’s causing bubbles.”

“Have you told Bull?”

“Not until I know what it is. Don’t mention it, please.”

“That might explain why we couldn’t see those guys waiting to ambush me. How long till you figure it out?” I said.

“I haven’t slept in a couple of days.”

I held out my hand for the phone. “Do you have my new number?”

He gave me a coy look.

“Right. Thanks for dropping it in.”

He waved at the Virgin doll on the sideboard and let himself out.

I got busy transferring my contacts list from my tablet to my new phone then sent Caro an urgent text.

She arrived with pizza as I was getting through my third beer.

“I’ll take that,” she said, snaffling my long neck.

I relieved her of the pizza carton and sat down again. “How did you know I was hungry?”

“You message me close to midnight. Of course you’re hungry.”

Pepperoni, olive and pineapple with stringy cheese hanging from the crust. I folded the cheese around my finger and popped it on my mouth. Heaven.

“So wassup?” she said slouched in my armchair sipping the beer. Despite the dark rings, her eyes were bright. Sharp.

“Your friend, Hamish. I might need to contact him.”

“Oh?” She sat up straight.

“Nate’s been taken off the street down near the Outfit in the Quarter.”

“How do you know?”

I told her what had happened and about my visit from Kadee’s right hand guy. “I’ve been to Bull. He doesn’t want to involve the police. Says he’s got some specialists coming tomorrow. The Marshall’s a pain in my arse, Caro, but he doesn’t deserve to have to wait till Bull has all his ‘t’s crossed for someone to start looking for him.”

“What do you need from me?”

“Matari’s guy says the Crow and Circle have taken them and I think Dad’s essays might have clues about who or where they are. I need you to help me read them now, tonight.”

“Essays?”

“Yeah he kept journals, but I haven’t been able to bring myself to look at them until yesterday. See Nate told me Dad had something to do with this. That’s why he is out here. They think that maybe I’m connected by default.”

“Was your dad an activist?”

“Certainly about the environment. But he had strong opinions on everything, you know. A few of his essays were published online. Could be that he got himself targeted because of it. But it’s going to take a while to check through them. I need another set of eyes.”

“Let’s get started then.”You didn’t have to join the dots with Caro. She was usually on the page ahead.

I got the journal from its hidey-hole in the air con and file-shared the essays to her tablet. We sat then, reading and eating and drinking until I could see fingers of daylight stretching across the floor through the bedroom window.

I’d dozed a couple of times and woke myself up falling sideways. Caro, though, never raised her head from the screen.

“This could be something,” she said, rousing me from my current trance. “Make some coffee.”

I got up and boiled the jug, dropping some bread in the toaster as well. When I carried it over and set it on the coffee table, she looked up and blinked.

“How can you concentrate like that? All night?” I asked.

“Practice,” she said munching. “You know I don’t sleep much.”

That was true. Her insomnia was one of the reasons we’d met at the psychiatrist’s.

“What have you got?”

“Your dad missed his calling in life. Some of this is damn fine work.”

I nodded. “Like I said… always an opinion.”

“Not just opinion. Ideas that should be heard. This essay is about a common world mythology. Your dad sees it as an untapped power. He claims that working towards a common mythology is the only way to contain terrorism, anarchical acts and crime.”

“Think I’ve heard him talk about that before. But a common world mythology, come on, Caro. Like that’s ever going to happen. People kill each other over shoes.”

She looked thoughtful. “He’s not suggesting it’s an overnight revolution. It’s something that you do slowly, methodically.”

“Do what though?”

“Change belief systems. Like Stockholm Syndrome, except on a world-wide stage.”

I shook my head. “Great theory but I can’t see any practical way of achieving it.”

She shrugged. “Maybe you’re right. But I’ve been thinking about the crow and circle tattoo a lot. In the Indigenous culture, the crow is a culture hero.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It’s a legendary creature thought to have stolen fire for them. Having the crow inside a circle could be a symbol of containing or controlling the iconic crow; controlling the mythology. That’s why your dad’s essay resonated with me. It made sense.”

I massaged my temples, trying to get my brain to process where she was going with this. “You think these people are here to take over our Indigenous culture.”

“Well as I said it’s a symbol. Essentially yes, but it might extend to all Australian culture. As your dad says, control the mythology and you control the people. When you think about it, the media have been working that angle for years using communication saturation and manipulation. But what your dad’s talking about is even more insidious.”

It seemed a far-fetched concept, but I had too much respect for Caro to dismiss it out of hand. “How do you think this will help with locating Nate?”

“What did Kadee Matari say the talisman meant?”

“She didn’t really say a lot other than it was a warning that different fringe factions had lent their mark to.”

She tapped her tablet so that a note page opened. “Which factions?”

“Rastafarians, Indigenes, Coastal Romani, Vodun, Druze, Yoruba and Akan,” I said listing them off on my fingers.

“The guy you took it from… did you recognize him; his style, the clothes he wore…?”

I thought about. “If I had to pick one of those groups I’d say Romani.”

“What about the guy you spoke with in Mystere?”

“Papa Brise? He wasn’t involved in signing the talisman.”

“Interesting,” she said. “Clearly he’s not seen as significant.”

“He’s a direct competitor for business and territory. They wouldn’t spit on each other, he and Kadee Matari. So what are you suggesting?”

“Let’s suppose that the factions whose signatures are on the talisman are
all
at risk from the Crow and Circle.”

“Bull says they’re called the Korax.”

“Bull?”

“Long story.”

She nodded, reining in her curiosity. “As I was saying… The Korax… It stands to reason that the Korax will be watching them. If we watch them too
–
”

“Stake out the stake out?”

“Bad cop analogy, but yeah.”

“It will take time.”

“You got any better ideas?”

“Bull might.”

“Or he might not.”

I ate the last of my bread crust and put the plate down. “Let’s get started then.”

“What do you know about the fringe groups marked on the talisman?”