The Shadow Of Mist Part 3

Camille was waiting for me when I came out. We headed out to her Lexus. She motioned for me to be quiet until we were safely inside the car, then said, "You were hacked, all right. Delilah thinks somebody's combed through all your files. Tim said there's a doozy of a Trojan that snuck through. You must have clicked on an attachment in some e-mail you got, and it executed a program that created a direct path into your files. There's a good chance that someone-and I think we can bet on it being Terrance-managed to download a copy of every single doc.u.ment and image you have on your computer."

"Then everything there... Terrance has snooped through everything we have on there?

My journal, our pictures..." My stomach lurched and I couldn't tell if it was the baby, the food, or my own feeling of being violated yet again. Mitch and I had some compromising shots of us tucked away, taken with our digital camera so we wouldn't run the risk of someone else seeing them.

"d.a.m.n it, Terry's done it again. He's invaded my life and broken my boundaries." The thought that Terrance had seen those pictures, that he had all my ID information, that he had access to our financial information and everything else that Mitch and I stored on our computer, made me want to scream.

Camille grimaced. "Babe, I hate to say this, but he probably has your pa.s.swords, too- apparently there was keystroke logger spyware bundled into the package, and so everything you typed onto the computer was logged onto a host machine. The upside is that Tim thinks he might be able to trace it, because that kind of spyware leaves a footprint. There should be a trail leading back to the IP address that the information was sent to."

"This is just getting worse and worse." I leaned my head against the seat, wanting to cry.

"Can they trace the IP address to where he lives, by any chance?"

She shrugged. "That I don't know, but it gives us a place to start. And remember-maybe the techno mages of the elves can help. They might be able to magically track him if we can't do it via the Internet."

"They can do that?" I pressed my hand to my head, trying to stave off the looming headache. Too much had happened today and I was worried about Mitch, and felt like I was coming down with the flu.

"I don't know, but it's worth a shot. Now come on; let's go home and see what Tim and Delilah have to say." She started the car and eased out of the parking spot.

"I don't want to go home. I want to stay with Mitch."

She shook her head. "You're pregnant. You're going home and we'll talk to Tim, and then you're going to take a nap. You need your rest."

I didn't bother arguing. Camille and her sisters were stubborn and I knew better than to try to change her mind. I stared out the window, wondering what the h.e.l.l was happening.

Had I done something to anger the G.o.ds? Had the Ocean Mother turned against me?

"d.a.m.n it," Camille muttered, a few minutes after she'd pulled onto I-5, northbound.

"What's wrong?" As I glanced over at her, she bit her lip and glanced in the rearview mirror.

"I'm not sure, but... I think we're being followed." She switched lanes and then sped up, pa.s.sing by a line of cars before smoothly moving back into our original lane again.

After a few minutes, she shook her head. "And there they are again-don't turn around, because whoever it is has a good view of us, but there's a silver Saab to our left, one car behind us. Whoever they are, they've been on our tail since shortly after we pulled out of the hospital. They've got tinted windows, so it's hard to see who's behind the wheel."

"Aren't tinted windows illegal?" I eased a glance through the rearview mirror to catch only a glimpse of the Saab. The windows were dark, too dark to see through, at least from this angle.

"Not if they fall within a certain percentage range. I had to find out for Menolly-she wanted the windows of her Jag tinted, so we had to check on the laws. They're plenty expensive, though." She darted a glance over her shoulder, then flicked on the turn signal and moved into the right lane. "Let's see if they follow us over-Yeah, here they come.

Whoever they are, they're keeping pace with us, but staying one lane over."

She nodded toward the sign ahead. "We're making an unscheduled departure from the freeway," she said as she veered onto the exit ramp.

My heart began to race as we quickly paced around the winding ramp, ending up on James Street. We came to a light and had to stop, and Camille fretted as we watched the line of cars go by from the other direction. She glanced in the rearview mirror and sucked in a deep breath.

"He's there, behind us, about four cars back. I was hoping we'd lose him but somehow he managed to change lanes fast enough to make the exit." She eyed the area. "We're near Seattle University, but I don't think that's going to help us. It's too late for most cla.s.ses, and I don't want to take a chance on driving into an area that isn't in full view of the public. Any suggestions would be helpful."

I frantically stared out the window, my thoughts racing, trying to remember if there was anybody I knew who lived or worked in the area. And then, a name clicked to mind. I snapped my fingers. "Get onto Twelfth and head toward East Pike. Marion has a cafe over there and they stay open late. They're always packed because it's a big Supe hangout."

Camille quickly turned onto Twelfth as soon as the light turned green. "Who's Marion?"

"She's a member of the Northwest Seattle Coyote Clan. They're urban coyote shifters who mainly stay in the cities. A lot of the coyote Weres have taken to doing that, along with a number of the dog and cat Weres. Lagomorphs, too."

We had to adapt to modern life, I thought. It was either that, or die out. The wilderness was shrinking and while some of the bear, wolf, and big cat tribes still kept to the spa.r.s.ely populated states and wilderness areas, most of the smaller Weres had slowly begun to familiarize themselves with urban living.

As we cruised down Twelfth, trying not to let the tailing Saab spook us, I patted my belly, attempting to soothe my overworked nerves. My thoughts drifted back to Mitch and how badly he'd been injured. Somebody had roughed him up something awful.

Terrance had to have a couple of goons with him to cause that much damage because Mitch could hold his own in a fight. It was bad enough to have to worry about Terrance , but to be forced to worry about any buddies he might be hanging with... The thought scared the s.h.i.t out of me.

Camille turned onto East Pike and I pointed up ahead. "See, there on the right. The Supe-Urban Cafe. There's parking to the side, right after you pa.s.s the restaurant, so pull in there and let's get ready to run in."

I unbuckled my seat belt and grabbed both our purses as Camille swung into the side parking lot. The minute she pulled to a stop and turned off the ignition, we hit the doors.

As we raced for the restaurant, she locked the car with her electronic key. We managed to slip inside just as the silver Saab slowly paced by. I lingered long enough to see it pull into the parking lot.

"They're still on our tail. Head to the back. Marion spends a lot of time in the kitchen." I handed Camille her purse and led her through the maze of tables. Business was brisk; most of the tables were filled with people, eating, drinking coffee, talking, reading. It was really more of a hangout than a restaurant and Marion told me she was making enough to put her oldest through college.

As we came to the swinging doors that led to the restrooms and the office, I pushed through and found myself face-to face with Marion herself. She was lean, gaunt but not anorexic, and she had that hungry look in her eyes that all coyote Weres seemed to have.

They never looked like they'd had enough to eat, and very seldom seemed fully happy, though most that I knew were quite content and led fulfilling lives. It was just something in their nature that led them to look like street children staring through a candy store window.

"Siobhan, I haven't seen you in-" She stopped, staring at me, her nose twitching.

"You're afraid. What's made you so afraid in my restaurant?"

Camille interjected herself between the door and my back. "We're being followed by someone who's looking to harm Siobhan. Do you have a place we can hide?" Most Supe establishments had panic rooms of one sort or another.

Marion glanced from Camille to me, then back to Camille again. She quickly turned and motioned for us to follow her. We headed into her office, where she closed the door behind her, then swiftly pulled a bookshelf away from the wall. It was hinged, though we couldn't see the hinges from the way it was attached, and a dimly lit pa.s.sage showed from behind it.

"This leads to a tunnel that comes out a few blocks away in Westmeyer Park. You can either wait here for me, or you can head down there and I'll have one of my men meet you there. You can pick up your car later-who was driving?" Marion handed me a flashlight from her desk.

Camille raised her hand. "That would be me. I've got a steel gray Lexus out there." She turned to me. "Siobhan, we can call Chase. He'll bring his men and come down here and if they possibly can, they'll nab him. Because you and I both know that has to be Terrance."

I bit my lip, thinking. We could wait here, let Chase catch him. And then Chase would turn him over to the Supe Community council and he'd have a d.a.m.ned good chance of getting away with this c.r.a.p. Of course, if he'd been the one to attack Mitch-and I was positive it was him-then maybe we could do something, but with Mitch in a coma, there was no way to prove his attacker had been Terrance.

On the other hand, if I really wanted him gone, it meant taking care of him without anybody else finding out. I shook my head.

"No. We play it the way we were thinking about. Marion, thanks for the offer, but we'll call our friends on the way and have them meet us. It's enough that you're giving us the chance to escape. I'll explain everything later." I ducked into the tunnel and blew a kiss at the Were. "Anything I can do for you, let me know."

She laughed. "Just name your firstborn after me," she said, shutting the door behind us.

As the sounds of the bar were m.u.f.fled by the thick bookshelf, I let out a long sigh and flicked the switch on the flashlight. The light beat a steady beam down the corridor and I breathed a little easier.

"We've got a bit of a walk in front of us," I said, glancing down at my pumps ruefully.

Camille held out her foot. She was wearing stilettos. "Don't even talk to me about painful footwear," she said, smiling. "Come on, let's get moving. I wonder if I can get cell reception down here. If not, we'll have to wait till we come out into the open to call for a ride."

As we started through the musty tunnel, fresh air piped in from somewhere above. How many people had used this getaway? And for what? Whom had they been fleeing from?

But try as I might, I couldn't get my mind off Terrance. He'd decided to make his move before I had time to plan. His call had just been a terror tactic, and it had worked. And I knew him well enough to know that he'd stop at nothing to get me back.

4.

The tunnel seemed to go on forever, but in reality we were walking for only about fifteen minutes. Camille's cell phone didn't work in the underground pa.s.sage, and neither did mine, so we walked in silence, pushing forward with Camille behind me, keeping an eye over her shoulder. After five minutes, I let out a long breath. After ten, I began to relax.

Maybe we'd gotten away after all. I sure hoped Terrance didn't tear up Camille's car, though, in his anger that he hadn't been able to catch us.

Fifteen minutes and we were at the end of the pa.s.sage, facing a series of steps that led us up to a door with a one-way lock on it. Locked from the inside, we could get out, but once we did and the door swung shut, we wouldn't be able to duck back in.

"Don't let the door close," I whispered. "Not until we know it's safe." I cautiously pushed it open a crack and peeked out. I was looking into what appeared to be a women's restroom. There was no one in sight. I pushed the door open and stepped out. Camille followed me.

"Wait here," she said, leaving me to hold the door as she raced over to the outer door leading... well, wherever it led.

I glanced around the room. Four stalls, dull green, two sinks with faucets. And these were old-fashioned faucets-no run your hands under the sink and make the water come out technology here. A paper towel dispenser and a spartan-looking mirror hung on the wall.

Track lighting illuminated the room with fluorescent lights. Windows lined the upper wall, letting in some natural light. Yeah, this was a utilitarian bathroom, all right.

Camille dashed back. "It's okay. We're in the women's restroom for Westmeyer Park.

You get back in the tunnel and keep the door open a crack. I'm going to step outside and call Delilah to come pick us up."

I nodded, waiting as she disappeared out the front. A couple minutes later, she was back.

"She's on her way. She left Tim at your apartment. He's still fooling around with your computer."

I let out a long sigh. "That's fine." I was tired; my back was killing me from walking in pumps-ever since I'd become pregnant I'd longed for flats, and all I wanted was to sit down somewhere and cry.

Camille noticed and wrapped her arm around me. "Oh, Siobhan, everything will be all right. You wait and see." She c.o.c.ked her head. "I think I hear a car. Come on, it must be Delilah. The parking lot is just a few feet away from here."

I reluctantly let the tunnel door swing shut. The dark pa.s.sage might be creepy but it had provided us a haven, and right now I needed shelter from the storms raging in my life.

As Camille opened the outer door, she let out a startled cry. "Run! Siobhan, run!"

Someone slammed the door open, sending Camille flying against the wall. She screamed as she hit the concrete and slumped to the ground, where she shook her head, dazed.

I whirled back to the tunnel but too late-the door was closed and there was no getting in.

With no other exits in the restroom, I ran toward a stall, thinking to lock myself in and maybe buy a few seconds.

The swift scent of ozone filled the air as Camille shouted and a blast ricocheted against the walls. Freezing, I paused; then a man swore and, again, Camille shrieked.

"Siobhan, you might as well give it up. You're coming with me."

That voice, I knew.

"Terrance?" I turned, knowing that no matter what I did, it would be too little, too late.

Three men stood there: Terrance, along with two other men I recognized instantly by their scent as being full blooded Finfolk.

Terrance motioned to them. "Keith, grab the Faerie b.i.t.c.h. Lon, keep watch."

The one named Keith grabbed Camille up in a bear hug, clapping a hand over her mouth as she struggled. The other took up guard on the door.

I stared at Terrance as he slowly walked toward me. It had been a long time since I'd looked into those cold, blue eyes.

"Just leave us alone. I'm not going with you. You can't force me to go with you." I backed up toward the wall, petrified. The look on his face was maleficent, his lips curled into a snarl.

"Oh, you're coming with me, and as soon as we get rid of the whelp b.a.s.t.a.r.d you've got locked up in that oven, I'll get you with my own child and that will seal the deal." His eyes glimmered and he chuckled softly. "I've followed you for too long, over too many miles, to even think of letting you go now."

"No, don't hurt my baby. Please don't hurt my baby." I crossed my hands over my stomach. But then, fear turned to anger. This was my child, Mitch's child, and if Terrance tried to hurt it, I'd rip him to shreds. "Get out of here or I swear, Terrance, I'll kill you."

He laughed again. "Right, you go on thinking that. No, my dear, you're coming with me and so is your friend. I know plenty of people who'd pay a pretty penny to give her a ride."

"You're part Finfolk, aren't you? You've got Mere blood in you!"

As he walked me back against the wall, one step at a time, he reached out and caught my chin in his hands. He stroked my cheek with one finger, hooking it lightly over my lower lip. "You finally see me clearly, my beautiful selkie princess. Now, it's time to come home with me." The way he said the word princess stopped me short. It wasn't an endearment. No, there was something else behind his words.

"Princess?"

"Well, I'll be d.a.m.ned. Your mother never told you, did she?" Terrance laughed roughly.

"Ah well, I don't blame her. Your father's folk were a rough lot-coa.r.s.e and stinking up the sea. Your mother probably thought she was doing you a favor, but the truth will out, won't it?"

"What truth?" I'd been lying so long that I half believed my own stories, but now he was claiming that my mother had lied to me?

"Your blood gives you a direct lineage to n.o.bility on her side of the family. You're in line for the throne within the Isle of Man Selkie Pod. Since you ran away from your father's people and turned your back on them, you have the option to return home and claim your heritage and right of kinship."

He couldn't be right. My mother, a princess? And now me, in line for the throne?

"Wait-my mother! Isn't she the one who should rise to power if there's a change in rulership? If you harm her-"

He twisted my arm just enough to hurt. "Pipe down. Your mother's fine. But she knowingly turned her back on her own Pod and pledged herself to your father's people.

She can't return home now."

"I'm pledged to the Puget Sound Harbor Seal Pod-"

"Ah, but you have the choice to return to your mother's people because she never told you about them. Which you will do. Then, when I marry you, I'll have one of the most powerful groups of selkies under my control, via your own sweet self. You, my dear, are my ticket to ruling the waves. After that, it's a short step to the Finfolk taking over your people, just like we did the Cobh roane. My father married into the Pod. He was half Finfolk, and now we control them. We'll reign terror over the seas. At last, do you understand why I chased you for a hundred years? There's more at stake than just a pretty p.u.s.s.y. My people wait for me back home. And your people wait in fear that I'll find you.

They've finally figured out just who my family is."

"You're crazy," I said. "I'm no princess-"