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“But why keep it a secret?” Ruhn asked. “Why not bust the person behind it?”
“I don’t know. It’s just a theory.” Better than nothing.
Ruhn went quiet again. She had the feeling a Serious Talk was coming and braced herself. “I think it’s admirable, Bryce. That you still care enough about Danika and the Pack of Devils to keep looking into this.”
“I was ordered to by my boss and the Governor, remember?”
“You would have looked once you heard it wasn’t Briggs anyway.” He sighed. “You know, Danika nearly beat the shit out of me once.”
“No she didn’t.”
“Oh, she did. We ran into each other in Redner Tower’s lobby when I went to meet up with Declan after some fancy meeting he was having with their top people. Wait—you dated that prick son of Redner’s, didn’t you?”
“I did,” she said tightly.
“Gross. Just gross, Bryce.”
“Tell me about Danika wiping the floor with your pathetic ass.”
She could nearly hear his smile through the phone. “I don’t know how we got into it about you, but we did.”
“What’d you say?”
“Why are you assuming I did the instigating? Did you ever meet Danika? She had a mouth on her like I’ve never seen.” He clicked his tongue, the admiration in the noise making Bryce’s chest clench. “Anyway, I told her to tell you that I was sorry. She told me to go fuck myself, and fuck my apology.”
Bryce blinked. “She never told me she ran into you.”
“Ran into is an understatement.” He whistled. “She hadn’t even made the Drop, and she nearly kicked my balls across the lobby. Declan had to … involve himself to stop it.”
It sounded like Danika all right. Even if everything else she’d learned lately didn’t.
60
“It’s a stretch,” Hunt said an hour later from his spot beside her on the sectional. She’d filled him in on her latest theory, his brows rising with each word out of her mouth.
Bryce clicked through the pages on Redner Industries’ website. “Danika worked part-time at Redner. She rarely talked about the shit she did for them. Some kind of security division.” She pulled up the login page. “Maybe her old work account still has info on her assignments.”
Her fingers shook only slightly as she typed in Danika’s username, having seen it so many times on her phone in the past: dfendyr.
DFendyr—Defender. She’d never realized it until now. Fury’s harsh words rang through her head. Bryce ignored them.
She typed in one of Danika’s usual half-assed passwords: 1234567. Nothing.
“Again,” Hunt said warily, “it’s a stretch.” He leaned back against the cushions. “We’re better off doubling down with Danaan on looking for the Horn, not chasing down this drug.”
Bryce countered, “Danika was involved in this synth stuff and never said a word. You don’t think that’s weird? You don’t think there might be something more here?”
“She also didn’t tell you the truth about Philip Briggs,” Hunt said carefully. “Or that she stole the Horn. Keeping things from you could have been standard for her.”
Bryce just typed in another password. Then another. And another.
“We need the full picture, Hunt,” she said, trying again. She needed the full picture. “It all ties together somehow.”
But every password failed. Every one of Danika’s usual combinations.
Bryce shut her eyes, foot bouncing on the carpet as she recited, “The Horn could possibly be healed by the synth in a large enough dose. Synthetic magic has obsidian salt as one of its ingredients. The kristallos can be summoned by obsidian salt …” Hunt remained silent as she thought it through. “The kristallos was bred to track the Horn. The kristallos’s venom can eat away at magic. The medwitch wants some venom to test if it’s possible to create an antidote to synth with her magic or something.”
“What?”
