Angela nodded. “Good news,” she said. “Tell yourself I’m just keeping the seat warm for you, if it helps.”
Kate’s smile returned. “All right, Captain,” she said. “I’ll do that.”
“Fantastic. In which case, I’ve got about a million reports to read, and every one of them is apparently the most important thing in the world. So is there anything else right now?”
“Just one thing,” said Kate. “Major Turner and I used to meet first thing every morning to go over anything important that had come up overnight. I don’t know whether you want to continue with that arrangement?”
“Yes,” said Angela. “I do. I think that will be extremely useful. Let’s start tomorrow. Nine o’clock?”
Kate nodded. “Nine o’clock.”
“Great,” said Angela. “Thank you. For now, dismissed.”
Kate walked back through the Security Division, a warm wave of relief flowing through her.
She knew it had been stupid to be nervous about meeting Angela Darcy, a woman who was already almost a friend, but she had not been able to help it, for the reason her new Commanding Officer had immediately identified.
Although she would never have admitted it to anyone, Kate had been jealous when the new Security Officer had been announced. She knew – objectively, at least – that it could never have been her; she was far too junior, still only a Lieutenant, and her Blacklight experience even now consisted of less than a year’s service.
But objective knowledge hadn’t stopped it hurting when the decision had been announced.
Now she could feel the pain ebbing away. Angela had instantly seen through her and brought the issue out into the open, which meant they could move past it. And in truth, Kate had to admit that not being the new Security Officer would make her life inside the Loop a lot easier; there were plenty of Operators and staff who already muttered about how quickly she and her friends had been promoted.
That’s not our fault, though, she thought. None of us ever asked for any of it. And seriously, I don’t know why people are so surprised. Jamie is a descendant of the Founders and a natural Operator. Larissa was the first vampire Operator the Department had ever had. And Matt is an honest-to-God genius. How stupid would it have been for Blacklight not to use them? Honestly, how could they not have ended up as important as they are?
And what about you? whispered an oily voice in the back of her head. What makes you so special? What have you done? Nothing …
Bullshit, thought Kate, firmly. I was on the team that took down Albert Harker. I volunteered for ISAT when nobody else would, even though I knew it would make me unpopular, and I saw it through even after Richard Brennan tried to kill me over it. I’ve earned everything that’s come to me. The people who matter understand that. And Angela Darcy is one of them.
I’m sure of it.
Kate strode towards the lift at the end of the Level A corridor. She stepped through the metal doors when it arrived, and pressed the button marked 0. Barely ten seconds later the doors opened again, and she walked straight into the dark, floating shape of Larissa Kinley.
“Kate!” exclaimed the vampire Operator. “I was just about to come looking for you. Have you got a minute?”
Kate smiled. “Evening, Larissa,” she said. “Of course I have. What’s going on?”
“Have you seen Jamie? In the last few hours, I mean?”
She frowned. “Isn’t he on Patrol Respond?”
Larissa shook her head. “His squad’s off tonight.”
“I haven’t seen him,” said Kate. “Not since yesterday. What’s so urgent?”
“He went somewhere with Colonel Frankenstein,” said Larissa. “Hours ago. But I’ve just seen Frankenstein come back through the hangar, and he didn’t look very happy. Jamie wasn’t with him.”
“Maybe he flew back on his own?”
“Maybe,” said Larissa, although she didn’t sound convinced. Kate took a closer look at her friend and saw the downward curves at the corners of her mouth, the eyes that were slightly wider than usual.
Something’s wrong, thought Kate. She looks worried half to death.
“Talk to me, Larissa,” she said. “What’s going on?”
“It’s nothing,” said Larissa, a little too quickly. “I just really need to find him, Kate. Can you help me?”
“Have you run his chip?”
“I tried,” said Larissa. “The function has been locked. Apparently, only Security can access it.”
Kate frowned. “That’s news to me,” she said. “Do you want me to try?”
Larissa nodded. “Please.”
Kate pulled her console from her belt, unlocked it, and scrolled to the chip location programme. She searched for Jamie’s name, and pressed his ID number with her thumb. The console vibrated in her hand as it worked, then fell still as the results appeared.
“He’s somewhere in Kent,” said Kate. “A village called Brenchley.”
“Shit,” said Larissa, and grimaced. “That can’t be good.”
“Why?” asked Kate. “What’s in Brenchley?”
Larissa shook her head. “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “Thank you, Kate. I’ll see you later.”
“Larissa, wait—”
But the vampire girl had already turned and flown through the hangar doors at the end of the corridor. Kate momentarily considered following her, but she knew how fast her friend was; Larissa would likely be several miles away already, and accelerating. Instead, she stared at the yellow and black striped doors, her heart suddenly full of worry.
Larissa flew south-east, the wind whipping her hair back, her stomach churning with nervousness that felt increasingly close to panic.
It had been wrong to leave Kate standing in the Level 0 corridor without an explanation, but she had not been able to help it; the news that Jamie was in Brenchley, the location of his childhood home, had sent an awful chill running up her spine. That her boyfriend had left the Loop with Frankenstein without telling her was cause enough for concern; it was clearly a private matter, and private matters involving the monster and the Carpenter family were rarely sources of light and happiness. The fact that Frankenstein had returned home alone had deepened her unease, especially after she had seen the thunderous look on the monster’s face as he strode through the hangar, and the results of Kate’s chip search had been the final straw; she needed to see her boyfriend immediately. Not least because a voice in the back of her head, the one she hated and tried her hardest to ignore, was whispering that whatever was happening with Jamie was very likely related to the secret that she had made the decision to keep from him.
It’s not fair, she thought, as she urged herself ever faster through the night air. I was going to tell him. I was literally on my way to tell him.
But the voice in her head was unsympathetic.
You could have told him a hundred times, it whispered. That you didn’t is nobody’s fault but your own.
The dark countryside swept