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Drama. “Let’s go somewhere we can speak freely,” she said to Agatha. “We have a lot to discuss.”
Agatha looked confused again.
“Really?” Vincent said aloud. “And Didier was frustrated with me ?”
Mirren shushed him. “My father was frustrated for other reasons and you know it.”
“Take them to my place,” Senator Fleight told Agatha. “I’ll join you as soon as I can.”
Mirren let the faintest shade of confusion cross her features, as if to question the senator’s instruction. As Mirren hoped, Agatha was watching her closely and didn’t miss it.
“ My place,” Agatha said to Mirren. “I know what to do. I’ll just grab my bag.”
They were alone with the senator for thirty seconds under her scrutiny and consternation. Agatha didn’t even say goodbye when she brushed by her mother on the way out.
***
They followed Agatha’s car to a garage and parked underground. Vince recognized the same kind of security he used at his SpiderSly lab outside of San Diego, where the tandem dreaming technology had been developed. It was the best of the best, far more than would be necessary for a residence, even for the daughter of Senator Fleight. A service monitored Agatha’s building, as well, which meant that a report for her mother had probably been in the works before Vince had even turned off the car’s ignition.
He wondered what the report would say about his father. Missing? Or did the senator know what Lambert had been doing to revelers?
The three of them took a faux industrial elevator—nothing about the building had been left original if they were using that kind of security—up two floors to open into the ferny greenhouse of a bohemian-styled den. Not what he expected. It smelled like fresh, wet dirt, which wasn’t necessarily bad. The furniture was upscale but with sofa tables behind each seat and lined with plants. A patio outside extended the greenery with even larger, more expressive growth.
“I’m impressed,” Mirren said to Agatha, making a show of looking around.
The only plant Vince had ever kept alive had been cannabis back in his freshman year of college.
“Gardening is my passion when I’m not reveling. I often have to stay here, near my dreamjack, so that I can be ready at a moment’s notice to initiate a Rêve.”
If she was using a jack and not a crown, then she had the latest equipment, too. Very pricey.
Mirren made a short hmm sound. “I would’ve thought you’d be able to revel without the use of a jack.”
Agatha flushed. “I can cross Rêves easily once I’m underwater, I just need a little help getting there in the first place. You mentioned you needed help, too. What can I do for you?”
Vince didn’t miss the undertone that made her offer a testing kind of question, one that suggested that Mirren now needed to prove herself in some way.
Mirren must’ve heard it, too, because the next second found Agatha on her knees, head bowed. Mirren had dropped her waking dream altogether, no teases.
The shift relaxed something in Vince. He was sick of pretenses, even necessary ones. He was glad Mirren was being herself. He preferred her that way. She was part nightmare. He was part crazy. It was much better to admit the truth.
“First,” Mirren said, “I need to know what you know so I can be assured that you have my father’s confidence.”
“Umm…” Agatha gripped her hands together. She seemed to be racking her brain for something good.
Vince pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and sat, stretching his legs out and crossing them at his ankles while he waited. If he stayed very still, the currents inside him did, too.
“Well,” Agatha said, “I know about your dreamscape.”
Mirren swung her gaze over to him and shook her head, as if to say Agatha was a dead end. She had been a long shot, even if she did know a nightmare when she saw one. The whole enterprise had been a long shot. Demon Steve would be disappointed, but maybe
Agatha looked confused again.
“Really?” Vincent said aloud. “And Didier was frustrated with me ?”
Mirren shushed him. “My father was frustrated for other reasons and you know it.”
“Take them to my place,” Senator Fleight told Agatha. “I’ll join you as soon as I can.”
Mirren let the faintest shade of confusion cross her features, as if to question the senator’s instruction. As Mirren hoped, Agatha was watching her closely and didn’t miss it.
“ My place,” Agatha said to Mirren. “I know what to do. I’ll just grab my bag.”
They were alone with the senator for thirty seconds under her scrutiny and consternation. Agatha didn’t even say goodbye when she brushed by her mother on the way out.
***
They followed Agatha’s car to a garage and parked underground. Vince recognized the same kind of security he used at his SpiderSly lab outside of San Diego, where the tandem dreaming technology had been developed. It was the best of the best, far more than would be necessary for a residence, even for the daughter of Senator Fleight. A service monitored Agatha’s building, as well, which meant that a report for her mother had probably been in the works before Vince had even turned off the car’s ignition.
He wondered what the report would say about his father. Missing? Or did the senator know what Lambert had been doing to revelers?
The three of them took a faux industrial elevator—nothing about the building had been left original if they were using that kind of security—up two floors to open into the ferny greenhouse of a bohemian-styled den. Not what he expected. It smelled like fresh, wet dirt, which wasn’t necessarily bad. The furniture was upscale but with sofa tables behind each seat and lined with plants. A patio outside extended the greenery with even larger, more expressive growth.
“I’m impressed,” Mirren said to Agatha, making a show of looking around.
The only plant Vince had ever kept alive had been cannabis back in his freshman year of college.
“Gardening is my passion when I’m not reveling. I often have to stay here, near my dreamjack, so that I can be ready at a moment’s notice to initiate a Rêve.”
If she was using a jack and not a crown, then she had the latest equipment, too. Very pricey.
Mirren made a short hmm sound. “I would’ve thought you’d be able to revel without the use of a jack.”
Agatha flushed. “I can cross Rêves easily once I’m underwater, I just need a little help getting there in the first place. You mentioned you needed help, too. What can I do for you?”
Vince didn’t miss the undertone that made her offer a testing kind of question, one that suggested that Mirren now needed to prove herself in some way.
Mirren must’ve heard it, too, because the next second found Agatha on her knees, head bowed. Mirren had dropped her waking dream altogether, no teases.
The shift relaxed something in Vince. He was sick of pretenses, even necessary ones. He was glad Mirren was being herself. He preferred her that way. She was part nightmare. He was part crazy. It was much better to admit the truth.
“First,” Mirren said, “I need to know what you know so I can be assured that you have my father’s confidence.”
“Umm…” Agatha gripped her hands together. She seemed to be racking her brain for something good.
Vince pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and sat, stretching his legs out and crossing them at his ankles while he waited. If he stayed very still, the currents inside him did, too.
“Well,” Agatha said, “I know about your dreamscape.”
Mirren swung her gaze over to him and shook her head, as if to say Agatha was a dead end. She had been a long shot, even if she did know a nightmare when she saw one. The whole enterprise had been a long shot. Demon Steve would be disappointed, but maybe
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