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frail hand on one of my fists.
I lower my hands but I don’t unclench them I rubbed my middle finger against the inside of my palm test for a flicker of lightning nothing happens and I jerk my jaw to the rate. I don’t say anything. Not yet. We’ll see how this plays out. Nothing I say is going to convince him to give me back my lightning before he wants to, that much is clear. I shift and face Mr. Steinman. “Talk to me.”
“Sit down.”
I moved to the opposite side of the table and slam into a chair. “I know this looks suspicious. I know we have no reason to trust him. You need to understand I’m not trusting him. I’m trusting my gut. I’m asking you to do the same. I clench my jaw and wait for someone to start telling me what the puck is going on. The gray man rotates his pad and slides it over beside my version of his name he’s written Frank White I look at him and raise my eyebrows really?” Frank White? That’s the best you could come up with?”
“Tesla has always had men after him. It became the nature of his business once he started dealing with governments. You met a few in his hotel, correct?” New in I nod and tap their names on the pad. “These guys.” Before you crossed them out.”
“I handled it.” “And this one?” I slide my finger down to the next one he scratched out.
“Handled.”
We play this game for the entire list. “Handled. Handled. Yep, that was me.”
“How?”
He shrugs. “Tesla sent me. I had to be good.”
“You want me to believe that Tesla was perfectly fine with you killing people?”
“Who says I killed them?”
I scowl and think through the possibilities, ponder options beyond death. He has tools, he can travel, I’ve been able to send other people through time. “Besides knocking out old men, what else does your device do?”
He smiles. “Everything you can.”
I snort and make a face. Nothing can do what I can.
“You think not? I stole your lightning I bound you in better lightning than you’ve ever used, how do you think Mr. Steinmsan’s limp went away?”
I glance at my neighbors standing together in their kitchen leaning against each other and the kitchen counter. Their features haven’t changed, but Mrs. Steinman’s hands don’t curl in with her arthritis and Mr. Steinman isn’t using his cane. I turned back to Mr. Gray. “All right, why are you here? You’ve given me your body count; if that’s why you came you can go.”
“Tesla’s worried about you.”
“I’m fine. Once you leave anyway.” I flick the pad with my fingers and send it several inches away from me. “Now that you’ve handled most of the men after me I can get back to work.”
“Which you can do because of me.”
“I don’t need any help with that.”
“You still don’t get it, do you?”
“Enlighten me.” I don’t need one more masochistic asshole running interference for me. Not even one sent by Tesla.
“I kept many of the men after you from succeeding. The men casing your house were FBI. I took them out before they got the bugs planted.”
“No bodies were reported,” Brandt says. I’m not sure if he’s second-guessing his decision to trust Gray since I’m not taking anything this guy says at face-value or if this is typical cop mode for him.
“Again, I didn’t kill them. I moved them.”
“I don’t understand how all this time travel works.” Brandt walks to the table and pulls out a chair, but doesn’t sit. “Explain.”
Gray nudged the device. “I can strip someone of the ability to travel. I can take someone to the past and imprison them in a time they’ll never be able to leave or inflict damage.
I watch Brandt and he looks to me for confirmation. I shrug. “Take someone back far enough, they’d have little chance of survival. That would explain the cop cars that night, too. If they were looking and couldn’t find the guys you were worried about because he snatched them and took off before the cops got
I lower my hands but I don’t unclench them I rubbed my middle finger against the inside of my palm test for a flicker of lightning nothing happens and I jerk my jaw to the rate. I don’t say anything. Not yet. We’ll see how this plays out. Nothing I say is going to convince him to give me back my lightning before he wants to, that much is clear. I shift and face Mr. Steinman. “Talk to me.”
“Sit down.”
I moved to the opposite side of the table and slam into a chair. “I know this looks suspicious. I know we have no reason to trust him. You need to understand I’m not trusting him. I’m trusting my gut. I’m asking you to do the same. I clench my jaw and wait for someone to start telling me what the puck is going on. The gray man rotates his pad and slides it over beside my version of his name he’s written Frank White I look at him and raise my eyebrows really?” Frank White? That’s the best you could come up with?”
“Tesla has always had men after him. It became the nature of his business once he started dealing with governments. You met a few in his hotel, correct?” New in I nod and tap their names on the pad. “These guys.” Before you crossed them out.”
“I handled it.” “And this one?” I slide my finger down to the next one he scratched out.
“Handled.”
We play this game for the entire list. “Handled. Handled. Yep, that was me.”
“How?”
He shrugs. “Tesla sent me. I had to be good.”
“You want me to believe that Tesla was perfectly fine with you killing people?”
“Who says I killed them?”
I scowl and think through the possibilities, ponder options beyond death. He has tools, he can travel, I’ve been able to send other people through time. “Besides knocking out old men, what else does your device do?”
He smiles. “Everything you can.”
I snort and make a face. Nothing can do what I can.
“You think not? I stole your lightning I bound you in better lightning than you’ve ever used, how do you think Mr. Steinmsan’s limp went away?”
I glance at my neighbors standing together in their kitchen leaning against each other and the kitchen counter. Their features haven’t changed, but Mrs. Steinman’s hands don’t curl in with her arthritis and Mr. Steinman isn’t using his cane. I turned back to Mr. Gray. “All right, why are you here? You’ve given me your body count; if that’s why you came you can go.”
“Tesla’s worried about you.”
“I’m fine. Once you leave anyway.” I flick the pad with my fingers and send it several inches away from me. “Now that you’ve handled most of the men after me I can get back to work.”
“Which you can do because of me.”
“I don’t need any help with that.”
“You still don’t get it, do you?”
“Enlighten me.” I don’t need one more masochistic asshole running interference for me. Not even one sent by Tesla.
“I kept many of the men after you from succeeding. The men casing your house were FBI. I took them out before they got the bugs planted.”
“No bodies were reported,” Brandt says. I’m not sure if he’s second-guessing his decision to trust Gray since I’m not taking anything this guy says at face-value or if this is typical cop mode for him.
“Again, I didn’t kill them. I moved them.”
“I don’t understand how all this time travel works.” Brandt walks to the table and pulls out a chair, but doesn’t sit. “Explain.”
Gray nudged the device. “I can strip someone of the ability to travel. I can take someone to the past and imprison them in a time they’ll never be able to leave or inflict damage.
I watch Brandt and he looks to me for confirmation. I shrug. “Take someone back far enough, they’d have little chance of survival. That would explain the cop cars that night, too. If they were looking and couldn’t find the guys you were worried about because he snatched them and took off before the cops got
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