"Contraband's about yay-high, dark blonde hair, on the thin side. Ring a bell?"
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean."
Katya had every faith in Jessie's skills, but she had no desire to get the woman who'd helped her so much into real trouble with the law - it wasn't as if the cop wouldn't check the vehicle. Sliding back her own door, she stepped out into the frigid winter air and walked around the front of the truck to stand beside Jessie, the dawn soft and muted around them. Even the snow lining the roadside looked warm in the red and gold light.
"What exactly," Katya said, meeting the cop's ice blue eyes, "am I supposed to have done?"
He smiled, his dark brown hair waving in the gentle breeze. "Might have something to do with firing a stunner."
"They filed a report?" There was something disturbingly familiar about this Michel Benoit.
He raised an eyebrow. "You want a record?"
"That means there's no report," Jessie told her, hands on her hips. "He's got no right to pull you in."
Michel's eyes flashed. "This ain't none of your business, Jessie."
"Take your 'aint's' and shove them," Jessie muttered. "Everyone knows you've got a flippin' law degree."
The man didn't seem to take offense, his smile reaching to warm those eyes. "Here's the deal," he said to Katya. "You can come with me nice and easy, or I find something to charge you both with."
"Both? Jessie hasn't done anything."
"Jessie," Michel murmured, "has probably done quite a lot of things."
Katya put a hand on Jessie's arm when the other woman shifted forward, as if tempted to deck the cop. "It's the eyes," she muttered. "The color threw me off but you have the same eyes."
Michel's smile widened. "I have no idea who you're talking about."
"Name Devraj ring a bell?"
"I might have a cousin called Dev, but you know, it's not that unusual a name."
Certain now that there was no way Michel would let her leave, Katya turned to Jessie. "Thank you."
Jessie was still scowling, but she hugged Katya tight. "You ever need help again, you call me. You got my number, right?"
Katya nodded, having memorized the cell code. "So," she said to Michel, "where to from here?"
PETROKOV FAMILY ARCHIVES
Letter dated December 24, 1978
Dearest Matthew,
It's Christmas Eve, but the world is strangely hushed. Normally, the changelings would be playing their yearly tricks - I always half expect to find a tiger sitting on my porch come midnight, as I did once when I was a child. He'd brought me a fresh bough of holly, can you imagine?
But this year, even the human carolers have stayed home. All of us are waiting for the ax to fall - the Council is nearing a decision. If it goes the way I predict, anyone not in the Net will become forever cut off from those we love.
The Council has acknowledged that adults can't be fully conditioned, but those who stay in the Net will have to follow strict guidelines. If they don't, their children will be taken from them - so that they can be conditioned the proper way. My hand is shaking as I write that. No one will ever take you or Emily from me.
Mom
Chapter 33
Dev made his way from the airjet to his cousin's home - just south of the border with British Columbia - using the snow-capable rental Maggie had organized. Given the airjet's speed, he wasn't that far behind Michel taking Katya into "custody."
Arriving at his cousin's place, he got out and strode straight to the front door. Michel opened it as he was raising a fist to knock. "She's all yours, Santos." Thrusting his hat back on, Michel said, "If I were you, I'd don body armor."