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“What message?” Grandma Frida asked. The coffee must have finally kicked in.
“We stand by our friends,” I said. “We aren’t a House who abandons allies out of convenience. If you earn our trust, we’ll honor it.”
Bern nodded. “Very well. As long as we’re all clear on what we’re walking into. Two Prime Venenatas may have been burned to death in their home, on their own turf. We all know what that means.”
“What does it mean?” Runa asked from the doorway. She wore a big T-shirt and a pair of leggings. Her hair was a mess, dark circles clutched at her eyes, but some of the stiffness in her posture had eased off.
“House warfare,” Mom said.
House warfare had its own rules. When people who could incinerate entire city blocks and throw buses around fought to the death, the government turned a blind eye, as long as all reasonable precautions against civilian casualties had been made. You went to the courthouse, filed some paperwork, and walked out with carte blanche to murder your enemies as you saw fit. If your House was in a feud and people with guns and magic were storming your home, 911 wouldn’t take your call. If you were running down the street with a pack of summoned monsters on your heels, the cops wouldn’t stop to help you. That was one of the many costs of being a Prime. You weren’t above the law, but, in many cases, you existed outside of it.
“We don’t know for sure that it’s House warfare,” I said. “Let’s get all the facts and then make a decision.”
“I don’t want to put anyone in danger,” Runa said.
“Danger is our middle name,” Grandma Frida said.
Mom stopped what she was doing and looked at Grandma Frida.
“What?” Grandma Frida shrugged. “It’s been too quiet around here. I’m ready for some action.”
“The last time you got some action, you drove Romeo through a storm mage’s compound, while Nevada rode shotgun and fired a grenade launcher at the giant animated constructs chasing you,” Mom said. “Your tank had to be rebuilt from the tracks up, and you had four broken ribs and a gash on your head that needed thirty stitches.”
“Don’t you worry about me getting action, Penelope.” Grandma Frida grabbed a handful of her white curls and pulled them back, exposing the edge of a scar. “It adds character.” She paused. “And an air of mystery. A woman can always use more mystery.”
“God help me,” Mom said.
“Thank you for inviting me into your home,” Runa said. “But this is my problem. I don’t want any of you getting hurt because of us.”
Mom pointed at the chair next to Bern and said, “Sit.”
Runa sat. The combination of mom and sergeant always worked.
“You’ve helped our family,” Mom said. “Now you’re in danger and you’re responsible for your brother, who also might be a target. His safety should be your first priority. We’re offering you a protected base and assistance. We may not have the resources and the manpower of larger firms, but we close our cases. You are the Head of your House now, Runa. Do what’s right for your House.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Runa said.
I turned to Runa. “Do you have a dollar?”
She gave me an odd look and dug through her pockets. “I have a five.”
“If you give me that five-dollar bill, I’ll consider us officially hired. Your choice.” I held my hand out.
“I don’t expect you to work for free . . .”
“Have no fear, we’ll bill you for all of the expenses that will come up. If you still feel that you need to adequately compensate us, we can trade you for poison-detecting services.”
Runa took a deep breath and put the money in my hand. “House Etterson is honored to accept help from House Baylor.”
“Good.” Mom put a plate of pancakes and sausage in front of her.
“Tell us about the fire,” I said.
“It’s bullshit,” Runa said.
“Eat your pancakes,” Mom said.
Runa dug into a pancake with her fork. “The house was four thousand square feet, two stories, and every bedroom had an exit. Mom’s bedroom was on the first floor, Halle’s bedroom on the second, and it opened to the backyard balcony. When she was little, she used to jump off that balcony into our pool. Drove Mom crazy. The house had six smoke detectors and a high-tech alarm that should have sensed the rising temperature and alerted the fire department.”
“Did the alarm go off?” Bern asked.
Anger sparked in her eyes. “I don’t know. It should have though. Somehow, despite the alarm, and the smoke detectors, and the easy access to outside, my mother and my seventeen-year-old sister ended up dying together in the study at three in the morning. My mother could kill an intruder from thirty feet away. Halle could probably do the same, although she mostly specialized in purging toxins. None of this makes any sense. Especially the part where everyone I talked to insists on referring to this as ‘a tragic accident’ as if they’re all reading from the same script.”
She was right. Nothing about this story made any sense so far.
I opened a new case file on my laptop and hit record. “January 5th, Runa Etterson interview. I’m going to ask you some unpleasant questions. The more honest you are, the better we can help you.”
Runa’s expression hardened. “Let’s do it.”
“Your House includes your mother, your sister, your brother, and you, correct?”
“Only me and my brother now.”
“What about your father?”
Runa gave a jerky, one-shoulder shrug. “When I was ten, my ‘dad’ gave up all pretense of being a father and a husband. He’d already had a string of affairs. Everybody knew it. I knew it. I was nine years old and I walked in on him having sex with some random woman on our dining table. For my birthday, he cleaned out our accounts and disappeared. My mother had to start from scratch. Nobody knows where he is, and nobody wants to know. He can die for all I care.”
“So, you don’t think there’s any way he could be involved?”
Runa shook her head. “No.”
“Does he have any financial claim on the estate? Life insurance, ownership of the house?”
“No. Mom removed him from everything after he left. He never paid child support and he stole from my mother. There is a police report and a paper trail, so if he showed up, he would be arrested.”
I would have Bern check on it, but we probably could scratch James Tolbert off the suspect list.
“Are you aware of any feuds or problems with other Houses?”
“No.”
“Did your mother ever tell you that she had a problem with anyone?”
Runa shook her head. “If she’d thought we were in danger, she would’ve warned me.”
“Was she seeing anyone? Did she have a significant other or others?”
“No. Her last relationship ended about a year ago and it was amicable. She wasn’t seeing anyone, because when we talked last week, she mentioned Halle pushing her to join a dating network on Herald. She said she wasn’t interested in another relationship. Men were a sore point with Mom. I don’t think she ever really trusted anyone after Dad.”
“What about Halle? Any recent problems, drugs, obsessive boyfriend or girlfriend, hanging out with the wrong crowd?”
Runa sighed. “Catalina, she was seventeen. Her life was school, volleyball, and college prep. No drugs, no weird boyfriends. She tried shrooms one time and hid in my room because she was scared the couch would eat her. She was a sheltered kid.”
“Are you now the Head of the House?” I asked.
Runa nodded. Her voice was bitter. “Yes, I’m the Head of all of me and Ragnar.” She held her arms out to her side. “The House of two.”
“Have members of any of the other Houses contacted you to make any claims or to ask you to make any financial decisions?”
“No.”
“Did your mother owe anybody money? Was the House having financial problems?”
Runa tapped her phone and showed it to me. A bank interface listing four accounts totaling $3.6 million.
I met her gaze. “This is the part where I’m ethically bound to inform you that you have other options. We’re a small firm. We don’t usually do murder investigations. The police and the Texas DPS both have more experience and greater resources. If you want a private option, there is MII. Do you understand that you have other choices available to you?”
“Yes.”
“Are you entering the contract with Baylor Investigative Agency of your own free will?”
“Yes.”
“To find your mother’s and sister’s killers, I’ll have to tear your life apart. You may learn things about your family that you won’t like. If you are hiding secrets and they have bearing on this case, they will come to light. If at any point during the investigation, I find out that you have deceived or misled me, I’ll immediately terminate our contract. You have my promise that when I deliver results to you, I’ll have proof. However, I don’t guarantee results. I swear that I’ll do everything in my power and within the law to solve this case, but not all murders are solved. Do you understand?”
