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names, maybe we
get a match.”
She looked at him like he’d gone totally insane.
“Jake, we need to find her tonight. Requesting access to that data
would take weeks.”
Jolie doubled over in pain again. Molly held her
tight and frowned at Jake. “The contractions are coming
faster.”
He shot Romy a look. “We’re not going to ask
permission.”
Billing systems had pretty good security. It
took him four-and-a-half minutes to hack into the first. He’d
picked the system that fed state Medicaid; they covered lots of
pregnant women.
He looked up in victory. “I’m in.” Romy, who had
been watching over his shoulder, stared at him in utter shock. “You
hacked into Medicaid?”
“You weren’t the only one with a misspent
youth.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and ported the list
of names over. “Here, I need you to read me the names off one at a
time. Molly’s computer isn’t fast enough to pull down a lot of
data, so I’m going to stay in their system and look up the
names.”
Romy still looked stupefied. “This is
illegal.”
“Totally. And I have about three minutes before
their system locks me out or gets Molly in a lot of trouble, so
start reading.”
They got a hit on name number five. Aylen
Windwalker, twenty-two. Nine months pregnant and the address on
record was three blocks away.
Romy ran for Jake’s bike. “I’ll go. You call the
fire department and paramedics.”
It was a reasonable plan. Bullshit. The woman he
loved was riding off into action without him while he played
secretary. Not very damn likely.
Jake finished backing out of the system he’d
hacked and grabbed a tree branch. Normally, he preferred motorbikes
to broomsticks, but this was an emergency. Dialing 911, he lifted
off and cursed; he could already see flames in the distance.
…
Romy turned the corner toward Aylen’s address
and knew she was too late. Flames spurted from the window of a
house halfway down the street. Neighbors were already
gathering.
She skidded to a halt and ran for the door.
“There’s no one in there, lady,” a bystander
yelled. “The woman that lives there moved out weeks ago.”
Romy thought of Jolie doubled over in pain,
pulled her shirt over her face, and opened the door. She could see
flames licking across the hallway, and a terrified, very pregnant
woman behind them.
She could also feel the power inside her,
clawing to get loose. Fire was calling to fire.
Jake charged up, pulling on a leather jacket.
“I’ll go get her. You get out of here.”
She grabbed his arm. He wasn’t going to burn
again on her watch, not if she could help it. “Let me try to move
the fire away. Let me try, Jake.”
If the fire called to her, then she could call
to the fire. She ran outside the house to the broken living room
window and pulled with all the magic inside her. Here I am. Come
to me .
Flames exploded out of the living room window.
She shoved her hands up and pushed a stream of power toward the
sky. The fire followed, delighting in the new fuel source.
She heard the sound of cheers and the clang of
arriving fire trucks. Thank God. She couldn’t hold it much
longer.
Jake grabbed her shoulders. “Romy, we’re out.
You can let go now.”
Tears streamed down her face. “I can’t. I don’t
know where to put the magic. It’s going to blow soon. Get the
people back.”
He grabbed her arms. “You can. Send it to me.
I’ll put it down into the earth.”
No way. Never.
Then he put his hands on her face. “I love you,
Romy. Now trust me. I’m going to call the power, and I want you to
let it come.”
Jake threw his hands wide and reached for
magic.
“ I ask the power of earth and land,
Come on out, give me a hand.
Take her magic, make it mine
Two into one, by love’s design.
Gotta do what must be done,
Make it so, Number One.”
Romy felt the fire shifting and trembled. It
knew he was there, now, and power called to power. She felt the
first helpless fraying of
get a match.”
She looked at him like he’d gone totally insane.
“Jake, we need to find her tonight. Requesting access to that data
would take weeks.”
Jolie doubled over in pain again. Molly held her
tight and frowned at Jake. “The contractions are coming
faster.”
He shot Romy a look. “We’re not going to ask
permission.”
Billing systems had pretty good security. It
took him four-and-a-half minutes to hack into the first. He’d
picked the system that fed state Medicaid; they covered lots of
pregnant women.
He looked up in victory. “I’m in.” Romy, who had
been watching over his shoulder, stared at him in utter shock. “You
hacked into Medicaid?”
“You weren’t the only one with a misspent
youth.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and ported the list
of names over. “Here, I need you to read me the names off one at a
time. Molly’s computer isn’t fast enough to pull down a lot of
data, so I’m going to stay in their system and look up the
names.”
Romy still looked stupefied. “This is
illegal.”
“Totally. And I have about three minutes before
their system locks me out or gets Molly in a lot of trouble, so
start reading.”
They got a hit on name number five. Aylen
Windwalker, twenty-two. Nine months pregnant and the address on
record was three blocks away.
Romy ran for Jake’s bike. “I’ll go. You call the
fire department and paramedics.”
It was a reasonable plan. Bullshit. The woman he
loved was riding off into action without him while he played
secretary. Not very damn likely.
Jake finished backing out of the system he’d
hacked and grabbed a tree branch. Normally, he preferred motorbikes
to broomsticks, but this was an emergency. Dialing 911, he lifted
off and cursed; he could already see flames in the distance.
…
Romy turned the corner toward Aylen’s address
and knew she was too late. Flames spurted from the window of a
house halfway down the street. Neighbors were already
gathering.
She skidded to a halt and ran for the door.
“There’s no one in there, lady,” a bystander
yelled. “The woman that lives there moved out weeks ago.”
Romy thought of Jolie doubled over in pain,
pulled her shirt over her face, and opened the door. She could see
flames licking across the hallway, and a terrified, very pregnant
woman behind them.
She could also feel the power inside her,
clawing to get loose. Fire was calling to fire.
Jake charged up, pulling on a leather jacket.
“I’ll go get her. You get out of here.”
She grabbed his arm. He wasn’t going to burn
again on her watch, not if she could help it. “Let me try to move
the fire away. Let me try, Jake.”
If the fire called to her, then she could call
to the fire. She ran outside the house to the broken living room
window and pulled with all the magic inside her. Here I am. Come
to me .
Flames exploded out of the living room window.
She shoved her hands up and pushed a stream of power toward the
sky. The fire followed, delighting in the new fuel source.
She heard the sound of cheers and the clang of
arriving fire trucks. Thank God. She couldn’t hold it much
longer.
Jake grabbed her shoulders. “Romy, we’re out.
You can let go now.”
Tears streamed down her face. “I can’t. I don’t
know where to put the magic. It’s going to blow soon. Get the
people back.”
He grabbed her arms. “You can. Send it to me.
I’ll put it down into the earth.”
No way. Never.
Then he put his hands on her face. “I love you,
Romy. Now trust me. I’m going to call the power, and I want you to
let it come.”
Jake threw his hands wide and reached for
magic.
“ I ask the power of earth and land,
Come on out, give me a hand.
Take her magic, make it mine
Two into one, by love’s design.
Gotta do what must be done,
Make it so, Number One.”
Romy felt the fire shifting and trembled. It
knew he was there, now, and power called to power. She felt the
first helpless fraying of
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