eyes and voice when she talked about April’s rescue; it was almost like talking to someone else. I was starting to understand how most people felt when they dealt with Sylvester for the first time. It was easy to assume that outward flakiness equaled stupidity. People have died making that assumption about Sylvester; I wasn’t going to make the same mistake about his niece.
Quentin was also watching her, frowning. The kid caught on quick. “Why did you call us here?” he asked.
Jan paused, enthusiasm dimming. “I needed to talk to you.”
“We’re here,” I said. “Talk.”
“I’ve got those files you asked for—and I wanted to know what you found in the basement.”
“Nothing.” I shook my head. “Quentin and I both tried, and we didn’t get anything. Maybe my mother could work with their blood, but we can’t. We’re not strong enough.”
“Is there anything else you can try?” she asked.
“Not without access to a police lab. Forensics isn’t my strong suit, and without proper equipment, it’s practically impossible.”
“We can’t involve the police.”
“I know.” The Fair Folk have it pretty good these days; no one believes in us anymore, and so we’re free to live our lives. It wasn’t always like that—there were bad times before we were forgotten, centuries filled with fire and iron. Not even the truly insane members of the Unseelie Court want to go back to that . . . but give the mortal world three fae corpses and we wouldn’t have a choice. That much proof of our existence would bring the old days back, whether we wanted them or not, and I’d face down Oberon himself before I’d let that happen.
Jan sighed. “I tried calling my uncle again.”
“And?”
“And nothing.” She shook her head. “I can’t get a person. I left another message.”
“I left a message for him, too, and one for the San Francisco King of Cats. I’m hoping he can help me figure out what would have been able to get the jump on Barbara.”
Jan nodded. “Keep me posted?”
“Of course.”
“Good. Is there anything else you need?”
“Yes, actually,” I said. “I want a list of the people who had access to the cafeteria when Barbara was found. If there are any security cameras that didn’t have mysterious breakdowns just before the killings, I’ll need to see what they recorded. I also want the places where bodies have been found roped off until Quentin and I can go over them—that includes the lawn outside the knowe.”
“Done and done. Do you have any idea what could be behind this?”
“I don’t think it’s a ‘what.’ I think it’s—” I stopped as the overhead lights flickered and died. The computers along the back wall went dark, and something started beeping stridently.
“This isn’t right,” said Jan. Her posture had shifted, reflecting tightly controlled panic.
“You don’t get power outages?” Dim light slanted through the room’s single window, outlining the desks. I walked to the window, pulling the drape aside and looking out at the grounds. “Quentin, check the door.”
I’ll give him this: he moved with admirable urgency, taking up a blocking posture next to the door. He wasn’t letting Jan out until I said he could.
Jan didn’t seem to have noticed. “No, we don’t. The power never goes out.”
“The electric company does it to me all the time.” There was no one on the lawn; just the standard assortment of cats.
“We have generators that kick in before the lights even flicker. We can’t afford to lose power.” She started for the door. “We have systems that should never go off-line. April—”
“Jan, stop.” She froze. “Give me a second. Where are the generators stored, and who has access?”
“They’re in a room next to the servers, and everybody’s got access. I don’t even know if the door locks. What’s going on?”
“I don’t know.” I started for the door. “We need to go check the generators.”
“Follow me.” She reached for the doorknob. I nodded to Quentin and he stepped aside, letting her lead us out of the room.
The halls were even stranger in the dark, filled with shadows that didn’t quite match the objects casting them. Jan strode through them without flinching. Quentin followed close behind while I dropped back, taking the rear. Maybe we weren’t going to be attacked, but I refused to count on that when Jan was so sure the power couldn’t go out. She knew her company.
Jan stepped into the generator room and screamed.
ELEVEN
I ONLY CAUGHT A GLIMPSE of what was in the room before I yanked Jan back into the hall,