Smoke and Mirrors Part 22

"Screw you, Justice. I have plenty of imagination. Now this is a toy."

Ash reached into his box, pulled something out, and threw it at Dex. The pink-and-blue Nerf football hit Dex in the head and bounced off.

"A toy that causes physical pain. How could it not be your favorite?"

Sloane, Tony, and Cael laughed while Dex and Ash continued to debate the plausibility of several cartoon characters. Five hours and twenty-nine boxes later, all they'd come across were toys, books, games, videos, and trading cards. Everything was in top condition but well loved. His more collectable stuff, sealed in its original packing, was stored upstairs in his attic. Maybe now that Sloane had moved in they could fix it up. Dex had always wanted to do more with that s.p.a.ce than stuff it with more boxes.

"Hey, check this out. I haven't seen one of these in years."

Sloane pulled out an old-school tape recorder. It was big and clunky, but Dex remembered when it had been state-of-the-art.

"My dad loved that thing. He was a total tech geek. He was always bringing back the latest gadget. He'd tinker with it, take it apart." Dex laughed at one particular memory. "One day my dad brought home this super fancy answering machine that cost G.o.d knows how much at the time, only to take it apart. Then, when he tried to put it back together, it caught fire. Don't know how he did it. It used to drive my mom nuts."

Ash snickered. "Guess we know where you get your talent for causing property damage."

"Don't get me started," Tony muttered before his lips curled into a smile. "Chief used to say a prayer every time he sent us out on a call. Chances were if Daley was a.s.signed a case, something was gonna blow up."

Tony laughed, a warm, rich sound that sadly Dex didn't hear often enough.

"We were on stakeout for this homicide case we were working, and John got hungry. So he popped into this convenience store down the block to grab some chips and a sandwich. I don't know what he did, but one minute he's inside, next thing I know he's running straight for me like the devil himself was chasing him, yelling 'Start the car! Start the car!' And I have no idea what's going on, but I start the car. Next thing I see is some big guy chasing John down the sidewalk waving a hefty slab of salami. John jumps in the car as I take off. We're burning rubber, and I ask him what the h.e.l.l happened. Turns out they had one of those old-school food automat things where you pop in a dollar's worth of quarters and it gives you a sandwich.

"So John decides he wants some pie too, and he puts in the money, and that thing just blows a fuse or who the h.e.l.l knows. The doors fling open, trays go flying, food's. .h.i.tting the ceiling, the walls, the floor. It's like the thing short-circuited or something, and the more John tried to fix it, the worse it got. When the owner came around and saw the thing going berserk and John trying to stop the food from catapulting out, he lost it."

Dex was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. He could picture his dad trying to stuff all the food back where it was supposed to go, panicking, and then taking off, waving his arms as he yelled at his partner to start the car.

"So what happened next?" Cael asked with a giggle, Ash and Sloane still laughing.

"I stop the car about five blocks down, ready to punch him in the face, and he holds up a bag of my favorite chips and a can of Diet c.o.ke, and he says, 's.h.i.t, I forgot to get you a napkin.' I took one look at him, whip cream in his hair, a slice of swiss cheese hanging off his shoulder, and various other foods covering his person, and I all but peed myself laughing."

Dex wiped the tears from his eyes, hoping no one would notice that they were as much for how much he missed his dad as they were for the hilarity of the story. He appreciated how Sloane, Ash, and Cael asked Tony to tell them more about his and John's shenanigans on the job. Every so often Sloane would meet Dex's gaze and smile warmly at him, letting him know he was there for him if Dex needed anything.

An hour later they took a break for some pizza and listened to Tony tell a few more stories of Dex's parents before they got back to work. They'd checked roughly half the boxes in the bas.e.m.e.nt.

"Aw, looks like there was a mini tech geek too," Sloane said, grinning broadly as he held up a red Walkman with cartoon stickers on it and matching red headphones. Tears welled in Dex's eyes, but he kept them at bay.

Tony chuckled. "You used to love that thing. Never went anywhere without it."

"My parents bought it for me on my second birthday." Dex gently took the cherry-red Walkman. It looked just as it did when he was five years old. The last time he'd played it. He hadn't wanted to listen to it much after his parents died. "You never let me give up the music," Dex said softly, turning to Tony. "I was so lost and angry. I didn't want to do anything that reminded me of them, and music was such a huge part of their lives, of our lives. I didn't even want to look at it."

"But Dad would play music in the house and take us to the movies," Cael said, wrapping his arms around Dex and squeezing him tight. "He didn't want you to lose that part of them. It meant too much."

Dex was too choked up to reply. He didn't know what he would have done without Tony. His adoptive dad had seen him through the dark times. He'd only been a small boy, but he'd begun to retreat into himself, shy away from everything and everyone. Tony had been there with him every step of the way to make sure he didn't lose himself or the memories of the parents who'd loved him.

"What's this?" Sloane asked, holding up what looked like a s...o...b..x.

Dex walked over to Sloane and smiled. "s.h.i.t, I forgot about those." He gently took the s...o...b..x covered in stickers and childhood scribbles.

"Why is that lion wearing a lab coat?" Sloane asked with a chuckle.

Dex arched an eyebrow at him. "That's not a lion. It's Doc Brown."

"Oh. Well, it looks like he has a mane."

"Honestly." Dex shook his head in shame at Sloane. He looked around the room. "Where's that tape recorder you found?"

Ash glanced in the boxes around them before reaching into one. "Here it is." He pa.s.sed it to Cael, who turned it over to Dex.

Propping the player on one of the sealed boxes, Dex pulled the shoelaces securing the box loose and opened it, a big dopey smile on his face. "They're mixtapes. My dad used to make them for me." He looked through the tapes of cla.s.sic rock and old eighties tunes. Man, he'd played the h.e.l.l out of these things. Every day he'd listen to them. His mom set rules, allowing him to listen for a certain amount of time. Otherwise he would have just sat there in his own little world of pop tunes playing pretend as the world went on around him.

"My birthday mixes are all here." He went through the tapes, each one written in his dad's barely legible handwriting. He'd drawn little stickmen with guitars or mullets on some of them. He came across a few he couldn't remember. "Hm. That's weird."

"What is it?" Tony asked, walking over to him.

Dex showed him the ca.s.sette. "Bee Gees. 'Smoke and Mirrors.'"

"Why is that weird?" Ash asked.

"I don't remember this tape."

"That's not hard to believe," Sloane said gently. "You were five, Dex."

Dex held up one of the black ca.s.sette tapes labeled "Dex's Birthday 1984."

"There are forty-eight songs on this tape, and I can list them all. I can tell you every song that's on each one of these tapes, except for these five here." He slotted the ca.s.sette back into the s...o...b..x before holding up the first in the lineup. The Bee Gees tape. "I have no idea what songs are on here, or the other four. Not to mention all these other tapes are sixty minutes in length while these five are one hundred eighty."

"Let me see that for a second." Tony took the tape from him and inspected it. "This is Gina's handwriting."

Dex stared at him. "Mom?"

Cael studied one of the unfamiliar tapes. The other four also had his mom's handwriting.

"Why do you sound so surprised?"

"Dad was the one who made the mixtapes. Mom did video. She wasn't a fan of the recorder." He pressed the Eject b.u.t.ton, then slipped the tape into the recorder before pressing Play. It was weird of his mom to have made a tape. Had she just forgotten to give it to him? The gentle melody and soft lyrics of the Bee Gees song hit a little too close to home, and Dex couldn't help the tears that filled his eyes. He smiled and went to turn it off when the song faded and a voice he never thought he'd hear again had his heart in his throat.

"Hi, baby. It's Mom."

"Oh G.o.d." Dex covered his mouth with his hand as the tears rolled free. His hands shook, and he closed his eyes as he felt Tony's hand on his shoulder. Her voice was just as he remembered. Over the years it had started to fade, no matter how hard he'd clung to his memories of her, of the times she'd read to him, of her beautiful voice as she sang to him, little by little they became harder to recall. It was so good to hear her voice.

"I know how much you love your dad's mixtapes, so I'm confident you'll hang on to them. You're such a good boy, Dex. I know you've grown up to be a good man, and handsome, just like your daddy. I'm sorry we couldn't be there to see it. There's so much I want to say to you. The truth might be hard to hear, but no matter what happens, what you feel, please never doubt that your father and I loved you with all our hearts. What we did-"

Dex threw a hand out and stopped the tape. "I don't think I can do this."

"You don't have to," Tony offered gently. Dex turned to him and tried his hardest to keep his emotions under control, but it was so d.a.m.ned hard. It hurt. It hurt so f.u.c.king much. Dex caught movement from the corner of his eye and was aware of Sloane ushering everyone upstairs. Dex was grateful. He was having trouble breathing as it was.

"She knew. When she made this, she knew something was going to happen. That means she had to have recorded this before that night at the movies. She knew she was in danger, and she still went through with it." Dex couldn't help his anger. "Why? In the end what did it get them? Nothing. They didn't save Sloane, Ash, or any of the others, and I grew up without them. They left me behind, and for what?" He paced the floor, getting angrier by the moment. How could his parents have left him like that? How could they be so careless? His dad had been an HPF detective, for f.u.c.k's sake. Why hadn't he talked her out of it? Why hadn't they found someone to help, someone who could protect them?

"Son."

The word cut through Dex's growing ire, and he felt like such an a.s.shole. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to belittle what you mean to me or what an amazing dad you've been. It's selfish. I know it is. I just don't understand how she could go through with it knowing what it would cost."

Tony put a hand to Dex's shoulder. "Your mom and dad were like family to me, Dex. h.e.l.l, next to your aunt Danelle, they were my only family. When my own flesh and blood shut the door on me for becoming a cop after what happened to my father, your parents were there to help me through it. Your dad and I felt the same. We both wanted to make a difference, and what better way to do that than from the inside? My family didn't understand that. Your mom and dad were good people. Whatever they did, the sacrifice they made, leaving you behind, I'm certain it was a decision they didn't take lightly. Have faith in them. Hear your mom out."

Dex nodded. His dad was right. The least he could do was listen to what his mom had to say. Even if he didn't want to, he needed to hear her again, even if it brought all the pain back. He needed to hear her voice again. Taking a deep breath, he took the ca.s.sette recorder and box of tapes with him to the stairs and sat down. Dex looked up at Tony.

"Will you stay with me and listen to it?"

"Sure." Tony took a seat on the next step above him and to the side. He ran a hand over Dex's hair, comforting him, before leaning against the wall. Dex pressed Play.

"Your father and I loved you with all our hearts. What we did, we did for those children, and for you. I know it might be hard for you to understand, but your father and I can't sit back while these children are tortured and murdered. I know there's a chance you might never hear this, but those behind the research facility will come looking for the evidence I've collected against them. There's no place they'll leave unturned. This was the safest place I could think of. On this tape I've recorded my findings, while the remaining four contain all the detailed recordings made by Dr. Abraham Shultzon. Perhaps some of this evidence will be admissible in a court of law, but at the very least, if given to the proper operatives, an investigation can take place. Please listen to the tapes in their entirety, in a secure location, and more important than anything, stay safe, baby."

Dex closed his eyes and listened.

"My name is Dr. Gina Daley, medical officer for the CDC Registration Office, Department of Therian Children. The date is May 8, 1985. Next year the government will launch the First Gen Research Facility in order to determine the cause behind the rising mortality rate of Therians as a result of postshift. The facility will be under the direction of Dr. Abraham Shultzon. What originally began as a n.o.ble scientific endeavor for the salvation of Therians has become something truly deplorable. The original proposal for the facility encompa.s.sed the examination of Therian children. Examinations that would be carried out by some of the world's top medical professionals in a controlled environment. No other tests were proposed. These children were merely to be examined and observed throughout their growth into adulthood within their own family surroundings, with all parents of the children informed and educated so that they might better understand the Therian biology. Postshift and other a.s.sessments that posed risks would be conducted solely on adult Therian volunteers. Not children.

"Dr. Shultzon possessed a list of names, one I've made a copy of and hidden in your most cherished childhood possession. The original was burned. The list contains the names of Therian children, all First Gens, who will be taken for research purposes, tests, and experimentation. Their shifts are being kept from their families. I have personally examined one of the children, a healthy male jaguar Therian named Sloane Brodie. Shultzon has taken great interest in several of these children. Upon further investigation, I've discovered these particular children contain anomalies in their blood. However, these anomalies cannot be fully explored until the children reach maturity. Dr. Shultzon intends to study these particular children. For what, I don't know, but from what I've gathered, these Therians have the ability to impact humans and the world around us. Judging by the facility's equipment and medical invoices, I fear some of these children may not survive whatever is in store for them. After several failed attempts with the board of trustees, I've decided to take matters into my own hands.

"The world is burning around us. It crumbles at the hands of greedy, narrow-minded, power-mad adults whose ignorance threatens to tear us apart, along with everything we stand for. If something isn't done, this poison will spread to our children, and the legacy we leave them will be nothing but a world reduced to ashes. Dex, baby, listen to Tony. Lead a happy life filled with joy. Never lose sight of the good, and help those who appear lost. I don't know what will happen to the children on the First Gen list. If I fail, find them. Help them. Find Sloane Brodie. He's the first. He'll need you. Need you to show him the world is a better place with him in it. He needs love, baby. I can see it in his eyes. You can do that. Your heart is so big, it'll have enough love for everyone. I love you. I love you so much, my angel."

The tape ended, and Dex wiped the wetness from his cheek. He bit down on his bottom lip and tried d.a.m.n hard not to give in to the sting behind his eyes. His vision blurred, and the harder he fought, the more it hurt. Tony sat beside him and pulled him into his arms.

"It's okay, son."

"I don't want to let her go," Dex said through his tears.

"Who says you have to?"

"Isn't that what you're supposed to do? Grieve and move on?"

"You grieve, you move on with your life, but you never forget. They were your parents, Dex. They adored you, and they'll always be with you."

Dex nodded. He buried his face against Tony's shoulder and cried. It was like grieving for them all over again. Only this time he was an adult, and he understood all the reasons, the whys, but it didn't mean it hurt any less. He let his head rest on Tony's shoulder and just sat there with him for a while in the quiet bas.e.m.e.nt. "Thank you, for taking such good care of me. For always being there for me. And for being such a great dad."

"You're welcome, son."

Dex cleaned his face up as best he could with his shirtsleeve. His nose was stuffed up, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Not that he cared if his family saw him cry. He wasn't even bothered that Ash was included in that thought. Dex asked Tony to get the guys back downstairs. As soon as Sloane reached the bottom of the stairs, Dex slipped his arms around him and held him close, needing to feel his strong, warm body against Dex's. He let out a shuddered sigh before stepping back.

"So the file Shultzon was talking about? It's all on tape. The first tape is my mom, recording her findings. The next four are Shultzon's recordings."

"What are you going to do with them?" Cael asked.

"Keep them safe. Listen to them. Then hand them over to Sparks." Not to mention make a copy of each one. He wasn't handing anything over without taking precautions. "Oh, and my mom said she hid the list of First Gen Therians with anomalies in my most cherished childhood possession."

Tony scratched his stubbled jaw. "I looked through all your toys after the funeral, but I came up empty."

"Well, she said most cherished. Which is it?" Ash motioned to the ocean of boxes.

Dex shrugged. "I don't know. I cherish all my childhood stuff."

"Was there one thing you loved more than anything else?"

Sloane put his arms around Dex's neck from behind, and Dex leaned back into him, thinking.

Something he'd loved more than anything else? "If there was something, it wouldn't be down here in a box. I'd have kept it somewhere else."

Dex and Tony exchanged glances before Dex ran for the stairs, the box of tapes cradled in his arms.

"I know where the list is."

He pointed to Tony, knowing TIN was probably listening in. Everyone followed him upstairs, and Dex paused. The tapes. He couldn't leave them here. He ran to the front door, grabbed his messenger bag, and stuck the box inside before he settled the strap across his body.

"Why don't we all go get some dinner? I'm starving." He wasn't letting these tapes out of his sight.

"Dinner's on me," Tony said, following along. "Why don't we go over to my place? I got those Therian-sized pizzas in the freezer, some beer in the fridge."

They all climbed into Ash's truck, since it was bigger. Dex told him not to speed and to drive normally. The last thing they needed was to draw attention to themselves. If TIN had operatives following them, who knew who else might be keeping an eye on them. Fifteen minutes later, they were outside Tony's house.

Tony opened the front door and stepped aside. They followed Dex inside, leaving their jackets in the hall before Tony said he'd get the pizzas in the oven.

"Ash, why don't you grab us some beers?"

Ash grabbed the six-pack from the fridge, twisted off the caps, and handed them each one. They made idle chat as they followed Dex upstairs, his heart ready to beat out of him. He could feel it in his gut. This was it. They had the file. Now all they needed was the list. Inside Cael's old bedroom, Dex went straight to the bookshelf, where he gently took hold of Brave Heart Lion. A lump formed in his throat as he held it. Tears welled in his eyes, but he blinked them back. He carefully squeezed different areas, but there was no sign anything was inside. It was soft and well-loved. Only one way to find out. He turned to face Ash and made a cutting motion.

Ash didn't ask questions or even comment. He reached into his pocket, drew out his Swiss Army knife, then held it out to Dex.

"So what do you want to do about dessert?" Dex asked as he cut through the st.i.tches in Brave Heart's back with exceptional care.

"There's ice cream," Cael said, hovering by Dex's shoulder along with everyone else.

Gently, Dex felt through the stuffing until his finger poked against the corner of what was most likely a folded up piece of paper. With shaky hands, he gingerly pulled it out, handing his favorite childhood toy to Cael, who'd continue to take good care of it.

The paper in his hand was somewhat faded but otherwise in pristine condition. He unfolded it, his eyes widening at how long it was. Dex stared at the four columns of names written in small block letters on the front and back, and at the very top of the first row, the first name was Sloane Brodie.

Dex went to Cael's stereo and turned it on, tuning it in to Retro Radio. Ash rolled his eyes.

"Seriously? Don't you get tired of that s.h.i.t?"

"Screw you, Simba." Dex motioned for everyone to huddle close. He looked up at his dad, his voice quiet when he spoke. "You didn't check Braveheart?"

"I felt around," Tony replied. "But it didn't feel any different from the previous times I'd held it. It didn't occur to me to remove the st.i.tching. Not on this one. I didn't have the heart. The way you clung onto that toy, hugging it so tight.... It broke my heart."

Dex nodded, and gave his dad's shoulder a squeeze. "It's okay, Dad." He went back to scanning the list. "It's longer than I expected."

"So all these First Gens have anomalies in their blood?" Tony asked, looking the list over.

Sloane shook his head sadly. "Maybe they all did. Some of them never made it out of the research facility."

"And some of the ones that did didn't last that long outside of it," Ash added.