inspections had to be done to assess a building’s health without magical enhancements—I’d just been through a barrage of them with the leasing of the warehouse by Get Mugged—so I knew the buildings were stable. They were also old, showing their history, their lives, in every crack and slant.
I loved it.
This was not the Portland I knew. Rust-streaked pipes and mechanical units on rooftops—air conditioners, vents, and the like—sat like squat warts against the sky, changing the familiar horizon. I wondered if Stone was up there somewhere. I hadn’t seen him since the fight.
“Have you seen Stone?” I asked Shame.
He licked his bottom lip. Shame still looked like hell, and the anger that had brought him back to life at the inn seemed to be wearing off, leaving a sickly sweat behind.
“You know Stone’s an Animate.” He looked at me. Waited. I had no idea what he was getting at.
“An Animate is an inanimate object infused with magic,” he went on. “Magic puts the life in them. And when magic is gone, there is nothing. . . .”
“No. Absolutely no. You did not just tell me Stone is dead.”
“Allie . . .”
“Shut up.”
Stone was fine. He was smart enough to track me, he was smart enough to curl up around a backup spell or something. I refused to believe he was dead.
But the more I looked at the city around me, the more dread sank in. There just wasn’t that much magic left. Not for generators. Not for illusions. And not for a gargoyle, no matter how smart.
Shame said quietly, “When magic kicks back up after the storm hits, he’ll come to.” It was sweet, but I knew he didn’t think that would happen.
Stone was just a statue. A big stupid rock who left dust all over my apartment and wore my socks on his nose. But he was my big stupid rock. I was going to miss the hell out of him.
I tried not to think about it. Because I didn’t want to show up in front of Stotts crying.
Shame drove like he knew right where the lab was. And maybe he did. Maybe the Authority kept the lab on its watched list. But even if Shame hadn’t been driving, it wouldn’t have been hard to find the place.
Three police cars blocked the street. Beyond them the big white van of Stott’s MERC team parked half on the elm-lined sidewalk. A few police officers stood outside the building, which was more of a house, and two more at the street to keep people at a safe distance. I didn’t see Stotts’s crew: Julian, Roberts, and Garnet.
More police tape, a sullen yellow smear in the dying light, roped off the sidewalk outside the building.
The building really did look like a house out of a storybook. Old hand-placed stone walls scalloped the edges of the sidewalk. The Tudor-style house was set up on the small hill and faced the trees and golf course across the street. At least two stories, the house looked like a home rather than a lab, brick and stucco on arched doorways beneath steeply gabled roofs. The windows, slender and multipaned, had little light behind them.
In the driveway was Violet’s Mercedes-Benz.
My heartbeat did double time.
“Stop,” I told Shame. “I need to get out.”
Why would she be here? I thought she was moving in with Kevin. I thought she was being smart, being safe. Making baby blankets or knitting diapers or something.
Stress is a weird thing. I got out of the car and heard the door slam shut, but I didn’t hear the car drive away. I didn’t know what the cop asked me when I jogged past her. I didn’t feel the police tape skim my back as I ducked under it and made it to the driveway up the walkway.
No blood on the concrete. No blood anywhere that I could see. That was something. Maybe Violet had arrived after the break-in. That made the most sense. Stotts must have called her. Like he called me. To look at the damage inside. To fill out an insurance form or something.
I turned to go into the building.
Stotts’s hand landed on my wrist, warm and callused, and brought the world suddenly back to me.
“Stay out of the way.” He pulled me to one side, near a line of bushes. Didn’t let me get close to the door.
There wasn’t any room for me to go anywhere. Men filled that door and came through it with stretchers.