Kelly Gay - The Better Part of Darkness

You told a two-thousand-year-old oracle to prove it. Hank kept pace beside me, nursing his bloody nose with a handful of fast-food napkins Id pulled from the glove box earlier. I mean, do you ever think before the words spew out of your mouth, Charlie?

Yeah, all the time. I jogged up the four brick steps. If Alessandra didnt have to act like a know-it-all, then I wouldnt have to say things to her.

She is a know-it-all!

A tired huff escaped me as I opened the front door to Hope Ridge School for Girls and fixed Hank with a deadpan look. Youve been whining ever since we left.

He swept past me, riding high on his martyrdom. Im not whining, Im complaining. About you. And your incredible talent for pissing off people way more powerful than yourself.

I was exhausted from another sleepless night, and Hanks bitching grated on my last nerve. Well, what do you want me to say, Hank?

We strode at a fast clip down the empty hallway, passing Emmas homeroom door. Hope Ridge was my daughters school. Id been there hundreds of times in the last four years. But never like this.

Granted, the call that went over the wire was for paramedics, not ITF. The only reason wed come was to make sure everything was okay. Otherwise wed be over at Thumbs Up having a late breakfast.

How about Im sorry, Hank was saying. Sorry, Hank, for always getting you punched, kicked, cursed out, et cetera, et cetera He dabbed at his nose a few times. The bleeding had finally stopped. I dont know why they always hit me when youre the one who

Two school security guards blocked the restroom door. Hank had the good sense to end the conversation as we approached.

Shes in there, one of them said, holding the door open.

I nodded my thanks, stepped inside, and immediately froze. My lungs deflated on a stunned exhale. Shit.

Hank let the door close behind us, gave a quick once-over of the victim on the floor, and then studied my shocked face. What? You know this girl?

I stared down at the female body curled into a fetal position, one hand under her cheek, as though shed simply decided to lie down on the ugly green-and-white tiled floor of the girls bathroom and take a nap.

Numbness and disbelief stole over me. I blinked hard, wanting to erase what I was seeing, wanting to go back to this morning and somehow change the course of events that had led to this.

Charlie?

I didnt answer. My voice wouldnt come.

Hank knelt by the right shoulder of the girl, rested one arm casually across his thigh, and stared up at me. Annoyed wrinkles creased the corners of his mouth. Nothing unusual. Hank looked at me like that all the time.

Hello? Earth to Madigan. What the hells with you today?

I did a mental shake to regain my clarity. Didnt help much. I knew what I had to do. Investigate. Gather information. But I couldnt remember how to begin. Nothing had hit so close to home before. Hanks big form made the teenage girl on the floor look so small, so childlike so innocent.

Wait a second, he said as it dawned on him, October tenth. Your favorite day of the year. How could I forget? An entire day of you being loopy as hell. He sighed and raised his perfect face to the ceiling. What did I do to deserve this?

Uh, you invaded my world, my city, my life. Hows that for starters? I shot him my trademark smilecynical and slightly twisted.

Yeah, October tenth was my favorite freaking day of the year. The thirteenth anniversary. The day heaven and hell came out of the closet. Literally.

It wasnt a day one tended to forget.

Charlie?

Yeah, I answered automatically.

I had to regain control of myself. I was good at my job and now it meant more than ever because I knew this girl. Id practically watched her grow up. Id just seen her this morning, for Gods sake.

Yeah, I know her. Dont you recognize her? My voice didnt break, but my heart hurt like a sonofabitch. Amanda Mott. Shes I swallowedwasEmmas friend and babysitter. Big sister, really

Hank gave a solemn nod. Thus the shit comment.

Thus the shit comment.

She have any illnesses you know of? Depression? Unstable?

No, nothing like that. Shes a good kid, Hank.

His troubled sigh echoed in the sterile bathroom. I watched him turn his attention back to Amandas body, leaning closertoo close.

I knelt down. Jesus, Hank, are you sniffing her?

Blue topaz eyes met mine, and he hit me with a full-on grin. Sometimes, when he did that, it stole my breath for a split second. He dragged his fingers through thick, wavy hair the color of sunshine on gold and then frowned. You dont smell that?

I leaned closer and sniffed. Uh, no.

Figures, he muttered. You people are so out of touch.

Oh, did I mention? Hank wasnt human.

All part of the policy. Integrate. Work together. Build relationships. Hank and I have been partners for three years now, both assigned to the ITFIntegration Task Forcewhich has pretty much taken over the policing and monitoring of all immigrant beings whether from here or somewhere else.

No one had been happy about being assigned to work with an off-world partner. In fact, there wasnt a law enforcement officer out there whod been comfortable with the new assignments. But we soon saw the necessity. With the influx of any alien, illegal or otherwise, crime rose. Better to have the insider knowledge to deal with it.

Hank was a siren. Particularly useful in police work. Criminals, suspects, witnessesthey all wanted to tell the truth just to please him. All he had to do was take off his voice modifier. Developed by Mott Technologies and made of thick iridescent metal with two balls at the ends, similar to a Celtic torc, the voice-mod adjusted Hanks supernaturally alluring voice into something we mere mortals could handle without embarrassing ourselves. And it wasnt just women. Men, kids, babies, animals, you name it. Any living creature was drawn to Hank like he was the village piper. I liked to call him the village idiot, but, hey, thats just me.

Hanks expression became serious, his frown deepening. He reached out and put two fingers on the side of Amandas neck and then closed his eyes. I waited, knowing not to interrupt. Hank was right, for the most part. Humans were more out of touch in the psychic sense, though ITF had begun hiring any psychically-inclined officer they could get their hands on. Off-worlders, however, were blessed with an overabundance of senses.

You gotta be kidding me. He removed his fingers and gave me a frank look. Shes not dead.

What?

Shes not dead.

Immediately I felt for her pulse. Nothing. I swear to God, Hank, Ill put a bullet in your belly and send you back to Elysia if youre messing with me. And Id done it once before, so he knew to take me seriously.

Jeez, Charlie, give me some credit will you? I wouldnt kid you about this.

Emma loved Amanda like any devoted little sister would. She also adored Hank. And I knew that if this affected her, then Hank wouldnt mess with me on something so personal.

I stared at my partner over Amandas body for a hard second, then shot to my feet and radioed the paramedics with the news as Hank began walking slowly down the row of stalls, searching each one for clues as to what mightve caused Amanda to drop into a death-like sleep on the cold, dirty floor during third period Algebra.