He hit the button on the hangar’s automatic door, and had to shield his eyes from the light pink wash of dawn that filtered in through the estate’s surrounding thicket of trees. Dylan drove out into the daylight. Rio wanted to wait until the taillights turned the bend in the property’s long drive, but the glare of UV rays was too much for him to take, even for his late-generation Breed eyes.
He punched the keypad again and the wide door closed.
When he got off the elevator back down in the compound, Nikolai was coming up the corridor from the weapons range like hell on wheels. Rio could practically see steam pouring out of the vampire’s ears, he was so furious.
“What’s going on?” he asked, meeting the cold blue eyes.
“I just got fucked,” Niko replied, and evidently not in a good way.
“By who?”
“Starkn,” he hissed. “Turns out the Director of the region’s Enforcement Agency was just blowing a lot of smoke up our asses. When Chase and I met with the guy last night and told him that we suspect these are targeted hits, he assured us he would put the word out to all the known Gen Ones in the population. Well, guess what he didn’t do.”
Rio scoffed. “Put the word out to all the known Gen Ones in the population.”
“Right,” Niko said. “My Gen One contact, Sergei Yakut, says he hasn’t heard shit out of the Agency in Montreal where he’s living now, and neither have any of the other first generation individuals he knows. To top it off, this morning we got word out of Denver of another killing. Another Gen One beheading, Rio. This shit is getting critical fast. Something big is going down.”
“You think Starkn could have a hand in it somehow?”
Nikolai’s shrewd blue eyes were icy with suspicion. “Yeah, I do. My gut is telling me the son of a bitch is dirty.”
Rio nodded, glad for the distraction that could take him away from feeling sorry for himself over missing Dylan and put him back into the Order’s business. His business, his world.
When Niko headed off for the tech lab, Rio fell in alongside him, just like old times.
It took about five hours to make the drive from Boston into Manhattan, which put Dylan at the hospital around one in the afternoon. She’d called Rio from the car as she waited for the parking attendant, assured him that she was safe and sound, then she headed into the lobby to grab an elevator to the cancer ward.
God, to think this could be one of the last days her mom might spend in this place. One of the last days she’d be sick. Dylan wanted that so badly, she was almost giddy with the thought as she stepped off at the tenth floor and walked through the swinging double doors that led to her mother’s wing.
The nurses on duty were dealing with some kind of printer malfunction, so she just walked past the station without stopping to ask for an update or any news on the biopsy. Dylan paused outside her mom’s room door, about to hit the hand sanitizer when she saw that a nurse was just coming out. The woman was carrying an armful of half-empty IV bags. When she saw Dylan, she gave a little nod and a rather sad-looking smile.
“What’s going on?” Dylan asked as the nurse came out into the hallway.
“We’re taking her off her meds and fluids. Shouldn’t be more than another half hour or so before she’s released.”
“Released?” Dylan frowned, totally confused. “What happened? Did we get the biopsy results back or something?”
A mild nod. “We got them in this morning, yes.”
And based on the flat tone, the results weren’t good. Still, she had to ask, because she really didn’t want to imagine the worst. “I’m not sure I understand. If you’re taking her off fluids and medication, does that mean she’s going to be all right?”
The nurse’s expression fell a bit. “You haven’t talked with her yet…”
Dylan glanced over her shoulder into the room. Her mother was sitting on the edge of her bed facing the window as she put on a sky blue cardigan sweater. She was fully dressed, hair combed and styled. Looking like she was ready to walk out of the hospital any minute.
“Why is my mother being released?”
The nurse cleared her throat. “I, um…I really think you need to talk with her about that, okay?”
As the woman left, Dylan scrubbed her hands with the alcohol gel and went inside.
“Mom?”
She pivoted on the bed and gave her a big, happy smile. “Oh! Dylan. I didn’t expect to see you back so soon, baby. I would have called you later.”