“Okay, okay,” he said, slumping back and raising his right hand. “I told you I cut that out a long time ago.”
“But the attempts went on.”
“They weren’t my doing.”
Okay, I decided. Try it. “It was Jasra, wasn’t it?”
“What do you know about her?”
“I know she’s your mother, and I gather this is her war too.”
He nodded. “So you know. . . . All right. That makes it easier,” He paused to catch his breath. “She started me doing the April thirtieth stuff for practice. When I got to know you better and quit, she was mad.”
“So she continued it herself?”
He nodded.
“She wanted you to go after Caine,” I said.
“So did I.”
“But the others? She’s leaning on you about them, I’ll bet. And you’re not so sure they have it coming.”
Silence.
“Are you?” I said.
He shifted his gaze away from my own and I heard his teeth grind together.
“You’re off the hook,” he said at last. “I’ve no intention of hurting you. I won’t let her do it either.”
“And what about Bleys and Random and Fiona and Flora and Gerard and-“ He laughed, which cost him a wince and a quick clutch at his chest.
“They’ve nothing to worry about from us,” he said, “right now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Think,” he told me. “I could have trumped back to my old apartment, scared hell out of the new tenants and called an ambulance. I could be in an emergency room right now.”
“Why aren’t you?”
“I’ve been hurt worse than this, and I’ve made it. I’m here because I need your help.”
“Oh? For what?”
He looked at me, then looked away again. “She’s in bad trouble, and we’ve got to rescue her.”
“Who?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“My mother,” he replied.
I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t when I saw the expression on his face. It took real balls to ask me to help rescue the woman who’d tried to kill me-not once, but many times-and whose big aim in life seemed to be the destruction of my relatives. Balls, or-
“I’ve no one else left to turn to,” he said.
“If you talk me into this one, Luke, you’ll deserve the Salesman of the Year Award,” I said. “But I’m willing to listen.”
“Throat’s dry again,” he said.
I went and refilled the glass. As I returned with it, it seemed there was a small noise in the hall. I continued listening while I helped Luke to a few more sips.
He nodded when he was finished, but I had heard another sound by then. I raised my finger to my lips and glanced at the door. I put down the glass, rose and crossed the room, retrieving my blade as I did so.
Before I reached the door, however, there was a gentle knock.
“Yes?” I said, advancing to it.
“It’s me,” came Vinta’s voice. “I know that Luke is in there, and I want to see him.”
“So you can finish him off?” I asked.
“I told you before that that is not my intention.”
“Then you’re not human,” I said.
“I never claimed I was.”
“Then you’re not Vinta Bayle,” I said.
There followed a long silence, then, “Supposing I’m not?”
“Then tell me who you are.”
“I can’t.”
“Then meet me halfway,” I said, drawing upon all of my accumulated guesswork concerning her, “and tell me who you were.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes, you do. Pick one-any one. I don’t care.”
There was another silence, then, “I dragged you from the fire,” she said, “but I couldn’t control the horse..I died in the lake. You wrapped me in your cloak. . . .”
That was not an answer I had anticipated. But it was good enough.
With the point of my weapon I raised the latch. She pushed the door open and glanced at the blade in my hand.
“Dramatic,” she remarked.
“You’ve impressed me,” I said, “by the perils with which I am beset.”
“Not sufficiently, it would seem.” She entered, smiling.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I didn’t hear you ask him anything about the blue stones and what he might have homing in on you as a consequence of your attunement.”