I heard the crack of his neck snapping, and we both fell to the ground, Teague onto his face, me onto my ass. I flipped Teague onto his back and checked his pulse. Weak, but there. Then I found some ammonium salts on my utility belt and held them under his nose.
“WTF? Bro? I can’t move. I can’t fucking move!”
“I broke your neck,” I said, sitting next to him and digging out my DT. “Don’t try to call anyone, or I’ll put your supplication collar on you and leave you here.”
“Asshole.”
“You know what this is, Teague?” I unsheathed my Nife and held it in front of his eyes.
He squinted at me. “I knew you were a psycho, Talon. Only psychos carry Nifes.”
“I agree. But my current situation has forced me to compromise some of my beliefs. Now I need to ask you some questions. If you refuse to answer, I’m going to cut off your fingers and take them with me.”
I let him process this. No one wanted donor fingers. As miraculous as modern medicine was, replacing a limb from a cadaver wasn’t even close to being perfect. Muscle and nerve problems left it less than fully functional, and the immunosuppressant drugs had some pretty nasty side effects, and were required to be taken for life. If they even worked in the first place.
Plus, biting someone else’s fingernails was just plain gross.
“What questions, psycho?”
I turned on the voice-stress analyzer and said, “First me. Right now I’m recording a baseline.”
I showed Teague the screen and said, “I did not kill Aunt Zelda.” Then I double-checked to make sure it said Truth. I turned to toward him again and said, “I did not destroy Boise, Idaho.”
“You could have tampered with the program,” Teague said.
“You know I didn’t. Just like you know I didn’t kill anybody. I’ve never killed anybody, Teague. Now state your name.”
Teague didn’t say anything. I picked up his hand and showed it to him. Then I set down the DT and used the Nife to shave off the very tip of his index finger.
“Fine! Fuck, bro!” I picked up the DT. “Go ahead.” He sighed. “Joshua Teague VanCamp.” “Did you set me up?” “No.”
Truth.
“Do you know who murdered Aunt Zelda?” “Yes.”
Truth.
“Who did it, Teague?” “You did, bro.” Truth. Son of a bitch. He still believed it was me. “Do you know anything about timecasting parallel
worlds?” “What? Fuck, no.”
Truth.
“Did you set up a fake timecast at Aunt Zelda’s place?” “I don’t even know who Aunt Zelda is.”
Truth.
“Are you working with Neil Winston?” “Neil who?” Truth. Teague had nothing to do with this frame. He was
just being his normal, asshole self. “Do you still love Vicki?” “No.”
Untruth.
I showed him the screen, then tucked the DT away. “You need to get over her, old buddy. It’s not healthy.”
His eyes went hard. “You’re giving me advice? You’re in the center of a shit storm, bro. You’ll be dead by the end of the day.”
I stared at him, feeling very sad all of a sudden. “What happened to us, Teague? We were like brothers.”
“You chose a woman over your brother. There’s no bigger sin than that.”
I didn’t want to argue with him, and truth be told, I don’t know that I disagreed.
“I need to borrow your TEV. And your shoes. You won’t be walking out of here anyway.”
I pulled the boots off his feet. Teague was a half size bigger than me, but it was better than stomping around with aluminum soles.
“You’re going down, Talon. Going down hard.”
“Don’t come after me, or I’ll break your neck again. And next time I’ll twist it off, so the ER can’t fix it. Just like Zelda.”
“Fuck you.”
I bent down and pinched his ear.
Teague said, “Call 911. Officer down.”
I sheathed my Nife and left Teague to his headphone call. Then I grabbed his TEV and got out of there.
My next destination would be heavily guarded. I had no idea how I was going to pull it off.
But I didn’t have a choice. Teague was right. Unless I proved my innocence, and fast, I’d be dead by the end of the day.
And the day didn’t have that many hours left in it.
THIRTY-TWO
I couldn’t start Teague’s biofuel scooter without a chip, so I cut away the override switch with my Nife and did an old-fashioned hot-wire. I was really getting to like the Nife, though I was sure my opinion would change when I got careless and accidentally sliced off my pelvis.