Untouched The Girl in the Box - By Robert J. Crane Page 0,14

test subject.”

“You yelled at me.”

“I’m sorry,” he said with sincerity, “ but I didn’t want to get my soul drained. Besides,” he looked wary, “I suspect your head is full enough now without me adding another voice to the chorus.”

My eyes widened and I felt my jaw drop in shock. “You know?”

“If the Directorate had experience with incubi or succubi, they’d know too,” Reed said. “They’re trying to view metas through a scientific lens, and there’s not one big enough yet to explain how metas work. Take this Gavrikov they just caught, for example,” he said with a smile. “Explain to me scientifically how someone can fly without wings or sprout fire from their skin without burning it off?” He shrugged. “Maybe there’s a scientific explanation, but it’s so far outside our grasp right now that we might as well be talking about myth and magic, like the ancients used to describe us.”

“How did you know about Gavrikov?” I kept my voice hushed.

“Everyone in the meta world knows about Gavrikov. He’s been a legend and a whisper since he detonated in Russia a hundred plus years ago.”

I squinted at him, trying to recall. “The Tunguska blast? I read that was a meteor.”

His smile grew deeper. “There was no meteor; there was Gavrikov.” He shrugged. “Or so the rumor goes.”

“How goes the rumor about me?” I tightened my jaw.

He nodded, the smile sticking in place on his face, but no longer sincere. “It goes that your mother, Sierra Nealon, who everyone thought was dead, is a succubus, and has a daughter just like her. Whip smart, stronger than any other ten metas combined, and currently hiding behind the tender mercies of Old Man Winter in Minneapolis.”

I absorbed his words. People whom I had never met were discussing me, as though I were some commodity waiting to be bartered. “How did you know I was here?”

“I’ve been watching the place for a few days, waiting for...” he hesitated, “...someone. Wolfe didn’t bother to cover his tracks, so I expect the police will be here in the next day or so.” He cast a look around. “Hope you found what you were looking for, because this is likely your last shot at this place.”

I held up my mom’s purse and I.D. “Know anything about my mom?”

Reed was cool when he answered. “A few things. Where she worked, known associates from before she disappeared, that sort of stuff.” He looked back to Kurt, who was sitting up now. “Nothing I can share while you’re still with them.”

“You got a better deal for me?” I stared him down. “Because as I recall, when Wolfe was hot on my heels, you told me to stay put.”

He shrugged. “Here in the U.S., I don’t have a quarter of the force the Directorate could use to defend you. In fact, I’m with an organization that’s big overseas, not so much here. The Directorate is king of meta activity on this continent, for now. But if you want to come with me...”

“Where?”

“Can’t say until you decide to come along.” He shrugged again. “Sorry for the secrecy, but we’re not on the Directorate’s radar and I’m of a mind to keep it that way.”

I looked at him pityingly. “You just knocked out one of their agents; I think you’re on their radar now.”

“Heh, maybe me,” he said, “but not we. They don’t know who I work for. And I suspect it’ll remain that way for some time.”

I looked at him, a hard, long look. “Forget the background stuff. Do you know where my mom is?”

I saw pity flood his face, along with a sincere regret. “I don’t. I’m sorry. If I knew anything that I thought would help, I’d tell you, but I don’t. There are a lot of people looking for her, and not just from the Directorate. All the major players have people in town, but I think she’s gone quiet. Maybe Wolfe got after her, maybe something else spooked her, but if she could disappear for all those years with you, she can hide even better without someone else to slow her down. Not to say you slowed her down.”

“No, it’s fine,” I said. “I’m sure I did; it’s probably why I was locked away all those years, to keep her profile low.”

“Or to keep you out of harm’s way.” His voice got softer and his eyes lost their gleam. “These people that are after you now? At least you have the power to fight back. Imagine