Part 37 (1/2)
She'd hidden her thoughts on purpose. They so firmly believed that the mark system was impenetrable by Infernals that they'd refused to listen to her. But . . . maybe she wasn't supposed to be able to hide her thoughts from them?
”It was Hank's penchant for red hair in all his guises that gave me the idea,” Eve offered, earning a wink from Hank.
”How did the Infernals get into the cla.s.s to begin with?” Uriel asked. He seemed to be the most laid back of the archangels, but that didn't make him less forbidding.
”As near as we can tell,” Alec said, ”they were watching Sara's firm. When the real Antonio Garza and Claire Dubois became marked, Timothy and Kenise took over their ident.i.ties. Once they were in training, Timothy's s.e.xual activities with Hogan kept him smelling like a Mark. Kenise wore gla.s.ses that had porous arm sleeves soaked in a concentrate of Mark blood proteins. Her beauty supplies were also laced with it. The masking agent was continuously administered through their watches, which had reservoirs on the underside.”
”There is more to ident.i.ty than mere appearance and smell,” Sara said defensively.
”If we a.s.sume that Les Goodman's theory is true, they probably used the h.e.l.lhounds. The hounds absorbed Garza and Dubois's memories, which they pa.s.sed on to Timothy and Kenise. Because the two Marks had yet to be a.s.signed to a handler, they didn't have the ability to send out a herald. There was no way for anyone to know they were dead.”
”Refresh my memory,” Raphael said. ”Why do we wait until after training to a.s.sign Marks to handlers?”
”Because it's a pain in the a.s.s otherwise,” Reed said. Dressed in a three-piece Versace suit, he put everyone in the room in the pale-except for Sara, who eyed him with obvious hunger. Eve tried not to think about how that bothered her. ”The trainees were sending out heralds during exercises, distracting the handlers unnecessarily and putting other Marks in danger.”
”There could be more imposters,” Eve mused.
Everyone looked at her.
Sara shook her head. ”Once they graduate and establish a connection to a handler, they would be discovered.”
”But how much damage can be done in the interim?” Gabriel asked. His unshakable demeanor reminded Eve of Raguel. Both archangels projected the appearance of having an inner core so solid it made them unflappable. The others seemed more capricious. ”We should test every untrained Mark to be certain.”
”Montevista.” Remiel's voice flowed through the room. ”How are you feeling?”
The guard straightened. ”Better than ever, actually.”
The archangel turned his gaze to Hank. ”Can you explain what happened? Why is Montevista with us today?”
”The same thing that happened to Grimshaw's son,” Hank replied. ”In a nutsh.e.l.l: high heat combined with the masking agent. There are other factors involved-animal DNA, a spell or two-but that's the gist. The h.e.l.lhounds were made viable by using a similar Mark blood/bone mixture as the Infernal mask, so when the hound's blood splattered over Montevista and the car exploded, it created a situation not unlike the kiln incident.”
”Only Jehovah should have the power to preserve life,” Michael said in a tone that made Eve want to hide under the table.
”Do we have any idea how many of the h.e.l.lhounds are in existence?” Sara asked.
”One. A male. Eve killed the b.i.t.c.h. I took care of the pups. That leaves only the sire.”
”Have we heard anything about Raguel?” Uriel asked.
”No,” Reed answered. ”Nothing.”
”Perhaps he is dead.”
”Jehovah would have told us if that was true,” Alec countered.
Frankly, Eve thought it was pretty f.u.c.ked that G.o.d didn't tell them how to get Raguel out, but that wasn't a discussion she was going to have in present company.
”I've got something.” Eve reached for the cell phone Montevista obligingly pushed her way. She flipped through the menu until she came to the ring-tones, then she played the default one. When it finished, she said, ”When I first heard the tune, I recognized it as a Paul Simon song-my mom's a big fan-but I couldn't place the name. Now, I know it's 'Jonah.'”
The group stared at her.
” 'They say Jonah was swallowed by a whale,' ” she sang softly, ” 'but I say there's no truth to that tale . . . '”
More silence.
”Didn't Jonah survive in the belly of the whale and come out unscathed?” she prodded. ”Can't be a coincidence, right? I'm always told there's no such thing.”
Montevista nodded. ”Blows me away that you caught that.”
”Thank you, Ms. Hollis,” Gabriel said. ”We will take it from here.”
Take it where? Would they go as far as h.e.l.l?
Raphael moved on. ”How many of Raguel's trainees are left?”
”Three.” Alec's fingertips drummed into the table-top. ”Hollis, Callaghan, and Seiler.”
”They will have to join the next cla.s.s.” Raphael bent his dark head-only Sara and Uriel were fair-haired-to read something on his desk. ”Which will be Michael's.”
Eve swallowed hard.
”I can pick up where Raguel left off,” Sara offered. ”Since I am already here.”
s.h.i.+t.
The curse came from both Reed and Alec simultaneously, which took Eve aback. But the other archangels readily agreed.
”Thank you for your input,” Sara said, looking at both Eve and Montevista. ”You are both dismissed.”
They stood and left the room. Eve didn't look back. She didn't have to. If Reed or Alec had anything to say, they'd do it in her head, not with their expressions.
”We live to fight another day,” Montevista said, winking at her.
Eve reached out and gripped his hand. ”I'm glad.”
Oddly enough, she really was.
Cap and gown. Eve never thought she would wear them again. Yet here she was, walking across a stage with diploma in hand and a crowd of fully fledged Marks applauding madly. The day was clear, warm Southern California perfection. The setting sun's rays fell like a benediction through the skylight of Gadara Tower onto the crowd in the atrium below. It was late Sunday afternoon and the office was closed to the public. Eve stepped down from the stage and a tall, dark figure intercepted her.
”Congratulations.” Reed's voice was a purring, seductive rumble. He was always exquisitely dressed, but today he seemed especially so. His graphite gray suit was set off by a pristine white s.h.i.+rt and robin's egg blue tie. His hair was both the perfect length and perfectly styled. His scent was subtle but addictive, luring a woman to lean closer to get a deeper whiff of it. The outer civilized trappings were so deceptive. Beneath them was a primitive man with very rough edges. But she rather liked him that way. She pulled the cap off her head. ”Thank you.”
”Have any plans tonight?”
In her heart of hearts, she had hoped Alec would get in touch with her, at least on this day. But she hadn't seen nor heard from him since they spoke at the meeting with the archangels more than a month ago. Considering that they lived next door to each other and their condos shared a wall, she could only conclude that he was avoiding her. Her parents a.s.sumed they'd broken up. Eve figured his failure to appear at her graduation was proof of that. ”No. No plans.”
”Care to go out to dinner?”
”I would love to.”
Reed had stayed away, too, although mentally, he'd been there. Rumor had it that there was history between him and Sara, which kept him at bay. Those whispers had prompted Eve to keep her head down the last four weeks of cla.s.s, which actually hadn't been difficult, considering how intensive training was. While it wasn't said implicitly, there was the sense that they were preparing for more than just regular Infernal hunting. Eve hoped they were gearing up to go after Gadara. She still believed he was alive somewhere, waiting for them to come and get him.