Cleena found a cyber café and purchased time on a card. She gave a false name and false identification to secure the computer.
Selecting one of the computers near the window that looked out over the wall, Cleena logged on and brought up the phone server her sister used. Brigid was for ever texting her friends. Cleena had learned how to text, but she didn’t except rarely. She’d preferred since childhood not to leave trails.
At the server, she checked the text log of the pre-paid cell phone she’d purchased in the airport. She’d ditched that phone when she’d dumped her clothes, and bought another phone in the mall.
Normally there were only occasional messages from Brigid. This time there were fourteen. All of them said the same thing.
CALL ME.
Cleena could almost hear the panic in her sister’s voice. She cancelled the session, dumped the access card in the basket, and left the shop.
Returning to the ground floor, Cleena took up a post near an escalator bank that allowed her an escape route in both directions. She watched the crowd, looking through the individuals to spot independent predatory approaches. She kept her jacket loose so she could easily reach the pistol. There were too many people looking for Professor Lourds or the manuscript that he’d taken.
She took the pre-paid cell phone out and dialled the number of the clean phone she’d given Brigid before leaving Boston. Cleena made herself breathe.
The phone rang once, twice, then three times.
Answer! Cleena almost cried out loud. Her mind filled with images of horrible things that could have happened to her sister. Memories of her father’s torn and bloody body still haunted her dreams.
The phone rang a fourth time.
People went about their business all round her with maddeningly carefree attitudes. She wanted to move, to pace, to be in motion and not stand there waiting for no news.
Then Brigid finally answered the phone. ‘Hello?’
From that single word, Cleena knew how frightened her sister was. Brigid was always happy-go-lucky. And if she wasn’t, she was whiny and sarcastic and near-insufferable. It was what younger sisters were, after all.
‘Hello.’ Cleena heard the tight scratchiness of her voice.
‘Are you all right?’
Cleena kept her eyes moving. Now that she’d made contact with her sister, it was possible that someone could already be tracking the connection through a GPS satellite.
‘I’m fine. How’s the bird?’ The question was a code Cleena had established to ensure that Brigid was alone.
‘Forget about the code,’ Brigid angrily. ‘Something has happened that you need to know. I’ve been waiting for hours to get in contact with you.’
‘I haven’t been able to get to the phone. Tell me about the bird.’
‘There isn’t time to-’
‘To what?’ Cleena snapped. ‘Be careful? If you’re freaked, then this sounds like the perfect time to be careful.’
Brigid cursed at the other end of the connection. She never did that. Cleena forced herself to remain calm and focused. They had safety procedures built in for a purpose. She and their father had lived by them.
‘Jughead,’ Brigid said. ‘There. Are you happy?’
They’d had a bird, a dove, and they’d named it after a popular comic book character they’d liked. They’d loved the bird, but one day Brigid had brought a stray cat home. When they’d come back to the apartment from school, the cat had knocked Jughead’s cage onto the floor and killed it. Only its head and feet were left. Brigid had cried for days, but she’d never forgotten that Jughead was safer alone. When a stranger was in the house, or near, all of them were at risk.
‘What’s wrong?’
‘Someone came to the bar last night. He threatened me. And then he hurt me.’
Swiftly, Cleena bottled the rage that swelled within her. A hot mind is only a danger to itself, girlie, her father had told her over and over. You save that anger for when you need it. But before you use it, you make sure it’s gone cold and hard. That’s when it’ll be dangerous to someone else, not you.
‘Are you all right?’ Cleena asked.
‘No, I’m not all right. I don’t know who this guy was. He came into the bar, waited till I was alone, then he slapped me.’
‘He slapped you? Nothing more?’
‘Yes.’
‘Nothing broken?’
‘No, nothing’s broken. But he did break Liam’s nose when Liam tried to stop the guy from hitting me.’
Cleena tried to remember who Liam was. Brigid was always talking about friends and co-workers and young men. It was hard to keep them all straight.
‘My boss,’ Brigid said.
‘Right,’ Cleena said. ‘Got him now. Remember: no names.’
‘This guy already knows your name.’
‘Someone else might not. Take a breath and calm down.’
Brigid sucked in a ragged breath.
‘Do you know who this guy was?’ Cleena asked.
‘No.’
‘Ever seen him before?’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘You need to be sure,’ Cleena said.
‘I don’t know! A lot of people come to the bar.’
‘So he looked like a regular?’
Brigid was quiet for a moment. ‘No. He was a little too clean. Too straight. Except for when he started wailing away on me.’
‘What did he want?’
‘You.’
‘Why?’ Cleena asked.
‘He didn’t say.’
Cleena forced herself to be calm. ‘What did this guy say?’
‘He told me he wanted you to call him. He left a number.’
‘Give it to me.’ Cleena quickly copied the number on the receipt from the second-hand store. ‘Don’t go back to the apartment.’
‘I didn’t. I’m not going to. If this guy knows I’m your sister and where I work, he probably knows where we live, too.’
‘That’s right. Keep thinking clearly like that and we’re going to be all right. Are you somewhere safe?’
‘Yes. I’m at-’
Cleena interrupted. ‘Don’t tell me. It might be a good idea for you to stay away from work for a while. You’re too vulnerable there.’
‘I can’t miss work. I like that job.’
‘I know.’
‘And I know money is tight,’ Brigid went on. ‘The only time you ever go out of town like this is when money is tight. And tuition is coming up soon.’
‘There’ll be enough money,’ Cleena said. Even if she had to rip off a few drug dealers in the Combat Zone, she’d make it. ‘I promise. In the meantime, I want you to be safe.’
‘What about you?’
Cleena felt the weight of the Czech pistol at her back and scanned the mall crowd. ‘I’m safe enough, girlie.’
‘You sound like Dad when you call me that.’
‘Sorry.’
Brigid’s voice grew softer. ‘It’s okay. I don’t really mind. It’s just that when you do that I know you’re thinking about him, and you never think about him unless there’s serious trouble.’
‘I’d say a man coming to your work and slapping you is pretty serious,’ Cleena said. And if it wasn’t serious before, it is now. She tamped down the rage inside her, cooled it and held it tight.
‘There’s something else,’ Brigid stated more quietly.
‘What?’
‘This guy, he said if you didn’t call him, he was going to kill me.’
Cleena made herself count to ten. The anger and fear had almost gotten away from her.
‘Are you still there?’ Brigid asked.
‘I am. Don’t worry. I’m going to call him.’
‘Okay, but then I’m going to have to worry about you.’
‘It’ll be all right,’ Cleena made herself say in a light, almost worry-free tone. ‘It’s probably just a client that got a little overzealous.’