Hazardous Goods (Arcane Transport) (29 page)

“What is the doctor saying?”

“I can answer that.”

I turned to see a tall slim fellow in a white smock. The tag on his lapel read Dr. Aminpoor.

“You are the brother?”

“Yes.”

“I am Dr. Aminpoor. As I said to your mother a few minutes ago, your brother gave us quite a fright. Anaphylaxis, we believe. When we got to him he was in severe respiratory difficulty. Wheezing with swelling around his neck.” The doctor moved to Ted’s side and shifted the respirator mask and tube slightly so that we could see. Ted’s neck
was
swollen. And an angry red.

“We immediately put him on a respirator for oxygen and injected epinephrine.”

“Adrenaline?”

The doctor nodded. “It seemed to help a bit, but we had to repeat the dosage. Whatever he is reacting to, it is quite severe.” He pointed to two IV bags hanging at Ted’s side. “We’ve put him on chlorphenamine and hydrocortisone, which should reduce the swelling and irritation, allow his breathing to return to normal. For now, though, I’d like to keep him on the oxygen.”

“
Que dit il?
” My mother looked to me for a moment, then to the doctor.

Fortunately he seemed to recognize the need to spell it out for both of us using a more basic vocabulary.

“He should be okay. As far as we can tell, he is suffering from anaphyl... he is having an allergic reaction to something. We’re not sure what. The drugs we are using should counteract the reaction and allow his body to fight back. I’d like to talk to him when he wakes, but I feel we have things under control.”

When the doctor left, I turned to my mother. She was holding Ted’s hand as though he was hanging off a cliff.

“What happened?”

“I went downstairs with Harper for a few minutes. When we got back, the doctors were fussing over Clay, and Ted told me he wasn’t feeling well. Then he passed out.”

“But they don’t know why?”

“Ted said those people did it. The Russians.”

“The Russians? Kuzmenko? The guy who robbed us?”

“And his boss.”

What the hell? I stared at Ted, with intravenous lines running into both arms and a breathing mask pumping air into his lungs. The marks and swelling around his neck were reduced but still looked painful.
They must have used magic
. Ted stepped in to stop them, and now he was having a reaction.

“The
Russians
.”

“Yes. It sounded like they were trying to hurt Clay, and Ted tried to stop them.”

This was about the cube. Legenko must have been pissed about losing it, and decided to take it out on Clay. Having Ted there was just a bonus.

Behind me I heard a gasp, and Harper hurried into the room to sit by my mother’s side. She wrapped an arm around my mother’s shoulders.

“Oh, Huguette. The doctors told me about Ted. I’m so sorry. I was watching Clay to make sure he was OK.”

“Is he?” I felt a throbbing start in my temple.

“Yes. The doctors said he had a spike in his blood pressure. Very sudden. Someone was apparently in the room?”

“The mugger. Again. And his boss.”

“Animals. These men are animals.” My mother was staring at Ted, but her face was wrought with pain and anger.

“Yes they are.” I gave her a kiss, and squeezed Harper’s arm in sympathy. Then I turned and headed out the door. “They’re rabid, and they need to be put down.”

I was pissed off.

Legenko and his henchman had gone after Clay and my brother, intent on hurting them, maybe even killing them. That just doesn’t work for me.

But traffic moves for no man. Like it or not, at this time of day it was going to take a half an hour or more to get from the hospital to Ruscan Industries’ head office. So I used the time as best I could, calling Amy, then e-mailing a file to her. She in turn had a great suggestion, which resulted in another call, and a second e-mail of the same file. I also took a few minutes to stop off at the University, which just happened to be on the way.

By the time I arrived, I had done what I could.

I parked just off St. Clair, grabbed my bat from the space between the two front seats, and marched over to the Ruscan Industries offices. Straight up the front stairs and through the doors into the reception area. At least I was calm enough to slip the bat into my pants, between my right thigh and pant leg. With a wrench of my belt, and the use of a notch I hadn’t used in several years, I was able to secure the weapon in place.

Ms. Plastic Receptionist didn’t have a chance to even flash her picture-perfect teeth at me. I stalked straight over to the stairwell and began to climb. I was already on the mezzanine, heading to the stairwell that lead up to the offices, before one of the security guards took notice of me.

“Hey!”

Despite his eloquent statement, I elected to press on. As I turned into the second stairwell, he sprinted with surprising speed across the atrium floor.

Still, he was a good floor and a half behind me when I stepped out onto the executive floor, again with an unoccupied reception station. This time, however, all heads were turned in my direction. Reception must have called ahead.

“Uh, sir. Do you have an appointment to see one of the executives?”

Joe College again. He strode up, taller and likely stronger than me, but not used to aggression. His eyes were just a bit too wide, and his voice quavered.

“I’m here to see the Legenkos again. Which way?”

His quick glance at the large office along the back wall told me all I needed to know. I slid past him, and marched down the lane between cubicles to the open door at the back. As I moved, I pulled the bat free, holding it tight to my thigh. A bewildered assistant stood, hands clutched to her chest.

“Relax. I’m not here for you.”

As I passed she backed up against the far wall of the cubicle, staring at me as though I was a madman. And in a way she was right, because I had just spotted Niki, standing in the open doorway and awaiting my arrival.

I made a beeline for him, no doubt invading the notional work boundaries of several more Ruscan employees. I was past basic courtesies.

He stood firm as I approached, though I noticed he held a cold compress to the back of his head, and seemed to have collected a few more abrasions above the neck. Wasn’t so confident when I brought the bat up, though. Instead of bashing his skull in, I held it up in front of me, poking him in the chest and pushing hard. There was a chance I would just bounce off him, like clothing off of Paris Hilton. But my stubbornness knows no bounds, and the threat of the bat had taken him by surprise. The Bull stumbled back into the office with an angry laugh, unhurt but even more pissed off at me.

College Boy said something behind me, and I could hear the voice of the security guard as well, but I slammed the door shut behind me, and locked it. Finally, I turned to see what I had gotten myself into.

The first thing I noticed was Niki moving in my direction with a look of nasty intent, his hand slipping into his jacket where he had a pistol holstered under the side of ham he called a left arm. I snarled, but a shout stopped him in his tracks.

“Nikolay!”

He stopped, wavered, then removed his hand from under his jacket and backed up to lean against the wall.

Turning to the voice, I saw Elena Legenko seated at a small antique desk with an inlaid rosewood pattern. It was a small desk, and looked out of place tucked in the corner of the large office. Beside the desk was a sculpture, seemingly constructed of ivory, wood and bone. It was shapeless, as far as I could tell, but a shiver ran down my neck as I looked at it. I tore my eyes away and looked to her, perched on a small leather chair, her long legs crossed and showing far too much creamy thigh for an office environment.

Behind her, floor to ceiling windows provided a terrific view of the downtown city core, the site even more spectacular in the crisp light of late afternoon. I could see City Hall, the BMO Building, CN Tower, all of it. Etched into the glass of the windows was a perfect outline of the buildings in the distance, several shaded with crosshatching. The overall effect was surreal, as though I was viewing a satellite image laid out on stained glass.

As with the boardroom, an oval table with an inlaid image of what appeared to be the Zodiac served as the central piece of the room. And once again, Maxim Legenko sat slouched in one of the chairs, this time with a flustered look on his face. I sensed I had just interrupted a heated discussion. Both he and Niki were sweating hard, suits disheveled, presumably from their recent bout with Ted. And Elena looked as pissed at them as she was at me.

“Again you are here, Donnie Elder? You are very stubborn, yes?”

I said nothing. This was about delivering a message, and not one other piece of information.

I dropped into one of the chairs and kicked my feet up onto the table, dragging my heels on the surface as I did so. Maxim was pissed, but Elena remained impassive. An observer.

“You show a lot of nerve, Mr. Donnie Elder. Again you are disrespecting me and my friend Nikolay. Tell me – why I should let you leave this building alive?”

He seemed awfully sure of himself. Can’t say I felt the same way.

“If I want to leave, I’ll just walk out that door. And you won’t be able to do a damned thing to stop me.” His eyes flashed with anger. “But first you have to understand something. You keep coming after my friends and family, and I’m going to bring this place down around your ears.”

It was Niki who reacted first, a low belly laugh building into a freight train rumble. Maxim seemed to share his view, flashing a grin. Elena was the last to laugh, though the humor never reached her eyes.

“Mr. Donnie Elder –
Donnie
– there is
nothing
you can do to us.”

“Oh no?” I pulled my cellphone from my pocket and flipped it open, keeping one eye on Maxim. “Well, that remains to be seen.” I punched buttons until I got to the Tape function, then hit Play.

And as the audio rolled, I took another glance at that window.

“We took out the first, and we are going to take out the second. Maxim is not going to jail. You can count on it. We will find him, with or without this damnatory thing. And when we do, it is going to be the same book all over again – suicide or heart attack, car accident or falling down the stairs.”

“Same story.”

“What?”

“
Never mind. Maybe this time the cops’ll be ready for them.”

“Ready? You cannot be ready for this. These people, they can get you anywhere. Wave of the hands, hocus pocus, you are six feet under.”

I hit STOP.

Elena turned and glared at Niki, her jaw clenched in anger. But Maxim didn’t even blink, nervy bastard that he was. He leaned back in the chair, hands behind his head. Big sweat stains had leeched into the fabric of his blue dress shirt, but he made no effort to hide them. I got the feeling those stains showed up early every day. “It’s just a tape. The cops cannot use this. They can’t prove anything.”

“I suspect you’re right, asshole. But I sent it to them anyways. And I sent a copy to a contact at the Daily Times.” Thank you, Amy. “In about ten minutes they’re going to post an article on their website, publishing the conversation on that tape word for word. Tomorrow morning it’ll be front page in the business section. I’m told the prosecutor is pissed. You can be guaranteed it won’t be so easy finding that last witness now.”

All of a sudden, Maxim wasn’t looking so cocky. A drop of sweat appeared just above his right eye, and traced a wavy trail down his forehead toward his eyebrow. Niki seemed to be trying to melt his considerable bulk into the wallpaper, under Elena’s withering eye.

“Don’t kid yourself. Judges and juries find out about this stuff, and they don’t ignore it. So, little Maxi boy – I suspect you’re going to jail for a long time.”

Elena Legenko slowly turned away from Niki and stared down at the papers in front of her. It spoke to me of acceptance, perhaps resignation. Maxim, however, took a different tact. Sneering, he grabbed an object from the table – a crystalline pyramid the size of a stapler. He stared into it for just a moment, and I could hear him muttering, though too quietly for me to catch it.

Elena’s head snapped up, as though reacting to a gun shot, and Niki rolled forward on the balls of his feet. I glanced at both of them, then back to Maxim, who appeared to be waiting for something. And something
was
happening. The air between us shimmered slightly, like still air over hot tarmac. Maxim was still staring at me, as though expecting something dramatic.

Too bad for him.

I shifted my feet, again dragging my heels across the table top. He stared, and I stared back. I felt like I was six years old on the school bus, bound and determined that this time I wasn’t going to give up my seat.

“Enough.” We both ignored the voice, which I took to be Niki’s based on the apparent source.

“Please! Maxim!”

I glanced to Niki and saw that the shimmering air was drifting towards him. He was standing bolt upright, and looked very uncomfortable. Sweat was beading on his brow and upper lip. Maxim himself was not looking so good either, his skin taking on a slight mustard tone.

Elena angrily waved her hand, and both of the men sagged.

“You think I’m an idiot? I’m going to walk in here without protection? Don’t get in your head you’re going to do anything to me.” I’ve never been much of a bluffer, but I figure if you’re going to try it, you’ve got to commit to the fake. So I hauled the fearstone out of my pocket, and showed it to him. Then I threw it, a soft lob that I figured even he could catch.

And he did.

“What is—?”

Flash
.

I was ready for it this time, and so I saw the spell in action. As the others fought to regain their sight, I saw faint tentacles of smoke rise from the stone, then coalesce and take shape. It was easy to recognize the figure. An exact duplicate sat not ten feet beyond, staring in rapt fascination without a hint of fear in her eyes.