Wildfire (Hidden Legacy #3)(62)

"I've been over the contents of Rynda's computer three times. I've gone over all of his correspondence, and I've analyzed the fungi database for hidden patterns. It's not a code for anything. If the file exists, it's not there."

"Thank you for looking," I said.

"I didn't find anything." Bern sighed.

Zeus parked himself in front of me and stared wistfully at my coffee.

"He likes you," Cornelius said.

"Has Matilda seen him yet?"

"Not yet. With everything that went on, I asked them to delay their visit until tonight."

I got up and looked in the fridge. Juice, a bunch of old grapes I should've tossed three days ago, a pack of mozzarella string cheese sticks sealed together into a block with plastic wrap. That will do.

"Can I give him cheese?"

"I do believe he's a mammal, so yes."

I tore several cheese sticks off the block, came back to my seat, opened one, and offered it to Zeus. He pondered the cheese for a long moment and opened his mouth. I deposited the stick into it.

Zeus chewed thoughtfully.

"Bern, would you mind looking through Brian's personal correspondence one more time?" I asked. "If you're too sick of it, I can get Bug."

"No, I'm not sick of it." Bern sat up straighter. "What am I looking for?"

"I would like to help as well," Cornelius said.



       
         
       
        

The arcane tiger nudged me. I fed another stick to Zeus. "I need to know if there are any hints that Brian Sherwood may have collaborated with his kidnappers."

"Why?" Bern said.

I explained to them about the ear. As they listened, the frown on Bern's face deepened.

"I believe it isn't Brian's ear," I said. "It's possible that Brian is innocent, and they somehow immobilized him and very carefully sliced his ear off, but I don't think they would go to the trouble. It's also possible that they decided not to mutilate him."

"But?" Bern asked.

"It requires more preparation," Cornelius said. "They would have to find a fresh corpse they could mutilate. Far simpler to just cut off Brian's ear, and Alexander Sturm would have no problems slicing off an ear or a digit to make a point. He is . . . direct."

I nodded. "Assuming this is Brian's ear, it means they had an anesthesiologist and a surgeon ready. While I don't doubt that Sturm's money would buy both, it's a complication they don't need. Two more people aware of the kidnapping, extra risk to Brian's life by putting him under, and so on. Far easier to just hack off his ear and be done with it. However, if Brian was an accomplice in his own kidnapping, they would leave his ears alone."

I gave the last stick to the tiger-hound and wiped my hands against each other to show him that I was out.

"Are you sure of that?" Bern asked.

"Knowing Primes, they probably signed a contract, and they would stick to it."

Cornelius grimaced. "Sadly, that's accurate. We are a society of tigers. We are exquisitely polite and formal, because if we don't spell out all of the rules from the start, an accidental misunderstanding will have fatal consequences."

Tigers and dragons, oh my. And me without my ruby slippers.

But then, who needs ruby slippers when you can lobotomize people on the fly? I sighed.

"So I'm looking for any connection to Sturm or Harcourt," Bern said.

"Or anyone else we know for a fact to have been involved in the conspiracy," I said. "Howling. Rogan's cousin."

Her face flashed before me. For a second I was back in the car hurtling down the street as Rogan spun the wheel to avoid hitting Kelly Waller and the throng of small children she used as her living shield. Kelly Waller betrayed Rogan. She couldn't get what was coming to her fast enough for my taste.

I turned to Cornelius. "You know this world better than us. Anything out of the ordinary could be important. A lunch in a place where Brian normally wouldn't be seen. A function a man of his standing wouldn't attend." 

"This will be very interesting," Cornelius said.

"Do you want me to bring Bug in on this?" Bern asked.

"No."

"Can I ask why not?"

"Because Rynda is working very hard on Rogan, and Bug resents her for it. If he thinks that Brian did cooperate, and we don't know yet if he did or not, he may blurt it out at the point he thinks it will do the most damage."

A chime sounded through the office. Someone was at the front door.

"That must be Scroll to pick up the ear." I jumped up. "Hold on, I'll just be a minute."