Binding the Shadows (Arcadia Bell) - By Jenn Bennett Page 0,61
dickwad trust-funder,” he said, waving toward the door.
“Shit. You think he saw the vial?”
He shook his head dismissively. “He wouldn’t know his ass from his elbow, and he’s too wasted to care right now.” He tilted the vial and studied the liquid inside. “I know people exaggerate—should I assume this doesn’t really do what people say it does?”
“Magnifies the strength of Earthbound knacks, if that’s what you’ve heard.”
He thrust it back into my hand like it was poison. “Are you serious? Get this shit away from me. That’s the last think I’d ever want. Something to dull my knack? Sign me up. But I seriously think I’d rather slit my wrists than have it increased.”
“I’m not trying to sell it to you, drama queen.”
He sniffled and wiped his nose. “Right. Sorry.”
“Some punk kid took a dose of this and was able to lift off half a bridge to crash down over my head. A telekinetic homeless kid. And that was after he lifted a car with his mind and killed his friend.”
“What the hell?” Hajo mumbled.
I pocketed the red vial and told him about the robberies on Diablo Avenue, Kar Yee’s injury, and the other weird crimes on the news, and how they might be because of this elixir. Told him everything I knew about Telly and exactly where we found him.
He listened quietly, arms crossed over his chest, then mumbled “fuck” when I finished.
“So that’s why I called,” I said. “I thought maybe you could help me. You ever heard of this telekinetic kid, Telly?”
“You think because I’m a dealer, I know every other dealer in the city? Homeless kids selling meth and ten-dollar hand jobs under a bridge?”
“Ten dollars. Is that all?” No wonder Telly was selling the elixir.
“Really, Cady?”
“Look, I don’t know the drug dealer chain of command,” I complained, feeling a little sheepish. “Anyway, he said this bottle’s worth five grand. Guess he was doling out one-drop doses on sugar cubes and selling them for three hundred a pop.”
“What is this? The ’70s? Why wasn’t he using blotter paper?”
“How the hell should I know? I’m just telling you what was in his backpack.”
“And I’m taking it that you don’t know how to brew this up?”
“No idea. Never seen anything like it.” I told him about Peter Little and his not-so-little luck. “So he claims that he only took one dose, yet he won the big lottery two weeks later. God only knows how long the effects last.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah. Maybe Telly was undercharging. We overheard him saying that there’s only two sources for this. We figure it’s the maker and the distributor. I was hoping you might be able to ask around and see if you can get us the name of the dealer.”
“I see.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “If this stuff is that rare, I bet the kid’s pretty pissed at you for stealing it from him.”
“Well, I’m pretty freaking pissed at him for hurting Kar Yee and stealing from me.”
“Can’t say I blame you. How is she?”
“Kar Yee? Better. Bob’s healing her.”
A rare open smile revealed a flash of white teeth. “Dr. Robert Hernandez. Who would’ve thunk it?”
“Leave him alone. You’re such an ass.”
“Guilty.” But not guilty enough to care much, I supposed. Long fingers molded his hair in place as he studied the nurse painting. “I’ve never met your partner, but I’ve seen her at your bar. Hot. Maybe you should set us up.”
Never in a million years. “You aren’t fit to be in the same room as her. Now can we focus on the bionic elixir? I’d like to find Telly’s dealer. Or Telly himself. Then I’d like to bind him until his heart explodes.”
“I’ll bet. Look, I’ll put out some feelers. Try to find who’s distributing the stuff, and while I’m at it, see if anyone’s heard of this Telly kid. If he’s doing business with other dealers, they need to know that he’s dangerous. Might take me a few days, but I’ll call you when I’ve got a something.”
“Thanks, Hajo. I appreciate it.”
He stared at me for a long moment, dark, dilated eyes scheming up something behind the miles and miles of black lashes that fanned over his skin. “So, you wanna—”
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”
“Don’t need to know.”
“How about a threesome. Me, you, and Lon.”
I choked.
“Don’t say you haven’t thought of it.”
“No, Hajo. I can truly say that I have never thought of it.”