“Do you know what Gideon was in those labs?” Jonas asked then.
“A guinea pig?” Rule had a feeling he was not far from the actual answer, though.
Jonas inclined his head in agreement. “Of sorts,” he revealed before stepping forward and moving to his desk.
Not that the danger was past, Rule knew better than that. The animal Jonas was lurked far too close to the skin.
Moving to the comfortable desk chair, Jonas took a seat and stared up at him for long moments before nodding to the chair across from him.
Rule sat down slowly.
“Gideon, like many Breeds actually, was simply exceptional in his creation. What made Gideon unique, though, was the fact that rather than living up to his killer genetics, his mind took a far different route.”
Jonas paused, his lips pursing for long moments before he relaxed back in the chair and turned slowly to stare back at the windows. Rule glanced that way, wondering what drew the director’s attention.
“Do you feel him watching?” Jonas asked quietly then.
“Gideon?” Rule asked.
The Breed nodded. “He watches, waits, and I suspect he listens as well.” Turning back, Jonas glared back at Rule. “He wants Judd bad, Rule. He thinks Judd took something that belongs to him. He would draw him out.”
Rule shook his head. “Gideon’s been here for a while now, Jonas. If he wanted Judd, then he would have had him. Now what are you trying to decide to tell me where Gideon is concerned?”
Jonas’s expression never changed. “Gideon’s genetics held a single ancestor known for his exceptional intelligence and driving curiosity in the world of science. It was Gideon who helped on each phase of the Brandenmore serum. He knows the code, the formulas, the encryption, and I suspect that if he wanted to, and likely he has, he could re-create it exactly from memory alone.”
Rule sat back, surprised. “This isn’t in his file.”
Disgust flickered in Jonas’s gaze. “Is that information I would allow free, Rule?”
“No, it isn’t,” Rule agreed. “But information I should have known. With the game you’re playing with Gideon, sending me against him without that information was stupid.”
Jonas’s brows lifted. “Do you think I wanted you to bring him in?”
Rule nearly chuckled. “No, Jonas, whatever game you’re playing has nothing to do with capturing Gideon. So why not tell me what you are after?”
“My daughter’s life.” Jonas straightened in his chair. “Nothing more, Rule, nothing less.”
And that was such a lie Rule swore he could nearly catch the scent of it. But he merely nodded. He had a feeling he knew what Jonas was after and if he was right, then the game the director was playing would be far more reaching than anyone imagined.
“I want Stygian to take two teams and head to the safe house we set up for his mate. I then want two teams to take Claire to the one we set up for her as well. I want it taken care of tonight.”
“Very well.” Rule nodded. “But tell me, when Gideon makes the move you’re after, Jonas, how will you ensure he survives?”
Jonas’s lips twitched. “Who says I mean for him to survive?”
Jonas suspected Gideon had ears into this room, which meant honesty wasn’t something he wanted at the moment. Damned good thing, Rule thought, because he had a feeling the chance of this backfiring on Jonas was growing by the day.
“I’ll take care of it,” Rule assured him.
Jonas was silent for long moments then, staring back at Rule, assessing, narrow eyed.
“You knew who Cullen was all along,” he said.
“So did you, Jonas,” Rule sighed. “And we both know you did.”
Jonas’s lips quirked. “Dane believes he’s hiding it from me, and Dog is so amused by the whole venture he nearly cackles whenever we’re all together. If the situation weren’t so f**king imperative where Amber’s life is concerned, I’d just tell them exactly how little they’re hiding.”
But it was imperative. For all the game playing and maneuverings, Rule knew Jonas took it more seriously than anything else he’d ever faced.