holds. He doesn’t speak often of his work to his wife. He doesn’t speak often of his wife when he’s working.”
“A lot of cops do that. They want to keep the ugly shit they see from touching their families, so they don’t talk about the job at home.”
“You don’t do that.”
She snorted. “As if I’d ever had a chance to, with you.”
That pleased him, so he moved close and kissed her.
A voice spoke from the doorway. “What a lovely reason to slip away from the party.”
Lily jolted. Rule let go of her without looking away from her annoyed face. “Hello, Fagin.”
“You heard him, didn’t you?” Lily looked past him at the man who’d joined them. “You left an hour ago. I saw you leave.”
The older man beamed at them. “It does my heart good to think I tricked such a clever and watchful woman.”
“You didn’t want anyone to know you’d stayed here.”
“No more than you did, my dear.” He lumbered into the room carrying a paper plate with goodies from the dessert bar. “If you have any electronics on you—phone or whatever—you need to put them on that table in the hall.”
“Why?”
Fagin waggled his eyebrows at her. “Because you won’t learn why you’re here if you don’t.”
Rule retrieved his phone and held out his hand for Lily’s phone. He could see the questions jostling around in her by the way her lips thinned with the effort of holding them back.
Funny. With the time rapidly shifting from “soon” to “now,” he didn’t feel so philosophical. His stomach was tight with worry. No, call it by its true name: fear. Taking their phones into the hall gave him a moment to get his face and body back under control.
Ruben arrived in the hall. Their eyes met. Ruben’s voice was as relaxed as Rule wished to be. “Ah, you’re placing your phones elsewhere. Good.”
They went back in the study together.
“Ruben,” Lily said, “what in the world is going on?”
“Paranoia is a common occupational hazard. I’m afraid mine has increased recently, since someone really is out to get me.” Ruben glanced at Fagin. “I’ll set the circle.” He closed the study door, then crouched and put his hand flat on the floor, covering a section of the silvery inlay. After a moment he nodded. “It’s up.”
Lily’s eyebrows lifted. “Learning some new tricks?”
“I can’t set a circle, but I can activate one. It’s best if we aren’t overheard.”
“Which this will make sure of.” Fagin dug into his shorts pocket and pulled out a small, silk-wrapped object. He unrolled the cloth to reveal a quartz crystal the size of Rule’s thumb and held it up. “Quite a clever invention, this. The circle blocks magical eavesdropping. This will take care of the technical variety.” He set the crystal on the leather-bound blotter on the desk, then patted his pockets. “I don’t seem to have . . .”
Ruben moved to the other side of the desk, opened a drawer, and took out a hammer that he handed to Fagin.
“Ah, thank you.” And he smashed the crystal.
Lily blinked. “That felt like node energy. A pretty good shot of it, too. I thought quartz didn’t store power well.”
Fagin handed Ruben the hammer and began dusting the smashed crystal into one large and chubby palm. “Not as well as gemstones, no, but that’s what makes it work so well for this. A quartz matrix is a bit unstable, magically speaking. Overfill it too suddenly, or smash the crystal, and it releases the stored power all at once. Makes a nice little magic bomb for scrambling tech, even if one isn’t a practitioner.” Fagin looked at the bits in his palm. “Trash?” he said to Ruben.
Ruben gestured behind the desk and Fagin went to deposit the shards.
Lily watched. “You did that to disable any bugs?”
“That’s right.”
“What about directional mics? Or lasers? Will the glass and drapes keep those from working?”
Fagin’s eyebrows slid up. “I have no idea.”
Ruben moved behind his desk. “A directional mic won’t work. The glass in the windows is too thick and the drapes are heavy. A laser device might—”
“Lasers?” Fagin asked.
“A laser beam is bounced off a window. The vibrations in the glass caused by sound in the room cause equivalent variations in the laser beam. Sophisticated equipment picks up and decodes the reflected beam to render any conversation in the room. With such thick glass, however, that’s unlikely to work. Also, I believe Friar is biased toward magical means.”