"It has to be connected to Olivia," I said. "Brian lived his life without making any waves: he went to work, he came home, he had no affairs, he expressed no strong political or religious views, he made no friends and no enemies."
"So the man is a mushroom." Rogan raised his eyebrows at me.
"Don't be mean. He had one social network account."
"Oh?"
"Pinterest."
"Tell me it's porn. Please."
"He saved pictures of mushrooms to it," Cornelius said helpfully from the backseat.
Rogan sighed. "I don't understand why she married him."
"You told me before that she married him because she needed stability." Something Rogan couldn't give Rynda even if he tried.
"Let me rephrase. I don't understand why she stayed married to him. This isn't stability, this is a slow suffocation." Rogan turned onto our street, guiding the car past the security booth. "Rynda wanted to be loved. She needed to be loved. She needed someone who would take that extra step to support and shield her. Most of all, she needed someone to step up and be there. Instead she got this prick who torments his brother and runs away at the first sign of trouble, leaving her to pick up the pieces."
"It's not too late. You could be that strong supportive man for her." And it just fell out.
Rogan parked the car in front of the warehouse, turned, and looked at me, his blue eyes incredulous. "Are you jealous?"
"Nope," I lied.
He glanced back at Cornelius. The animal mage raised his hands, palms up.
Rogan pondered me for a long second and laughed. I managed to get out of the car without slamming the door. There was an unfamiliar Volvo parked in our lot. We had a visitor.
The Volvo rose in the air and gently landed in front of the warehouse door.
I turned. Rogan leaned against the Honda, his arms crossed on his chest.
"I like that you're jealous."
"Rogan, put the car back."
"Come to dinner with me tonight and I'll consider it."
Yes! "No. I don't negotiate with terrorists."
"If you don't go to dinner with me, I'll have to do something drastic like stand by your window with a boom box blasting some idiotically sappy song."
"Where would you even find a boom box?"
"I'm sure I can scrounge one up."
I pretended to think it over. "Pick me up at six o'clock."
"Seven," he said. "It's five now and you'll be busy for the next hour at least. Have fun giving your samples."
What samples?
The Volvo rose and slid back into its place. It had a custom plate ATCG105, which told me nothing.
Rogan walked away, heading toward his HQ.
Cornelius opened the car door and cautiously peered out.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Checking to see if it's safe to come out."
Everyone was a comedian. I sighed and went into my office.
A man waited for me in our conference room. Bernard sat with him. He looked up from his laptop and gave me a little wave when I came in.
The man was about forty, with the build of a marathon runner-lean, tall, long-legged. He wore a conservative black suit over a black shirt with a sleek black tie. His hair was dark and combed back from his face, the frame of his glasses was black too, and against all that darkness, his light blue eyes stood out.
"Nevada, this is Mr. Fullerton of Scroll, Inc.," Bern said. "He says he's here to get our DNA on behalf of the Office of Records."
Anxiety shot through me. Sooner or later, Arabella would have to submit to DNA testing, and I had no idea what would happen next. Monsters hid in our bloodline, and once they were found, it would be too late to do anything about it.
Mr. Fullerton rose and offered me his hand. I shook it. He had a firm, dry handshake.
Behind me, Cornelius walked into the hallway and paused before the doorway to the conference room.
"Good evening, Mr. Harrison," Fullerton said. "How is your daughter?"
"Good evening," Cornelius told him. "Matilda's well."
"I'm glad to hear it."
Cornelius glanced at me. "I had to go through genetic testing twice, first as a child, and the second time as a father. Would you like me to sit in on this with you?"
"Yes. Please."
Cornelius nodded and took a seat at the table.
Fullerton and I sat as well.
"Catalina should be here as well." I picked up my phone and texted my sister.
We waited. A couple of minutes later, Catalina walked through the door and took a spot next to Bern without saying a word.