Itâs okay, Iâll think of someone to ask.â
âThereâs always Sil.â Liam kept his face averted.
âIâd rather take my chances with the humorous tagline.â
âYeah, okay.â He stared at the screen for a few moments. âExactly what goes on at this Run thing?â
âI thought you read the handout?â
âYep. Iâm just checking that
you
did.â
âThey pick names of volunteers out of a hat, the runners have to make their way down a course and the winner gets the honours. Do I get extra points for mentioning that itâs taken place every year since the Pact was signed?â I looked at the back of Liamâs head as he read through the list appearing on the screen of all the incomersâ names. âLiam.â
âMmm?â He clicked the mouse over a name, nodding when âpermittedâ flagged up.
âThat guy, that Malfaire, were you getting anything from him?â
Liam swivelled the chair. âYou, too? Thank God. I didnât want to say anything, thought I must be losing my touch. Iâve been sitting here worried to death that youâd chuck me out if you found out.â
âIâd never chuck you out, youâre the only person who can get the computers to work. And, youâre right, I wasnât getting anything either.â
We shared a round-eyed look. âAnd â tell me if Iâm talking out-of-turn here, Jessie, but youâre the best Iâve ever seen at scanning the Otherworlders. You even knew about that Ian, and heâd fooled a whole television crew. You never get it wrong, you never even mistake one form for another. Iâm an amateur in comparison.â
âAre you after a rise or something? âCos if you are, a mention of my ravishing beauty never offends.â
He grinned. âItâs true though, isnât it?â
I shrugged. âItâs a knack.â I began to pace the floor of the office; it didnât take long, thereâs barely room for Liam, me, two desks and our computers. âSo, any thoughts?â
Liam steepled his fingers and rested his chin on his hands. âNot vamp, weâd be able to tell. Didnât seem to think much of them, either. A were?â
I shook my head. âNah. Too slick. They at least
feel
half-human, this was way beyond. Could you do a computer search for me?â
âI can try, but I think this might be a bit outside Googleâs parameters. Might have to hack in to Zanâs system.â Pause. âAgain. Iâll have a poke around, see what I can turn up. You off out?â
I grabbed my coat and hunted round the office for my mobile. âThought Iâd go and ask Rach if she fancies coming out on Thursday night. Then I might just take a turn around the streets, see whoâs out and about â someone might know something about our mystery man.â
âLike his phone number, perhaps?â
I threw my mobile at his head. âI take it all back, youâve suddenly become dispensable. Anyway, someone should be out there checking up on all this movement. Thereâs a lot of kudos goes attached to getting chosen and I donât think the organisers care overmuch about whether or not the runner has all his paperwork properly signed and his movement permit in order.â And besides, I wanted to get some fresh air. Our âmystery manâ had left me feeling as though Iâd been in the vicinity of some kind of chemical accident, all clammy-skinned, and even my teeth felt dirty. Plus the little shop around the corner sold HobNobs, and Liam
still
hadnât got the message that real meals should be at least 50% biscuit.
Chapter Four
The streets were oddly quiet, given that weâd more than ten times our quota of Otherworlders flittering about. Admittedly most of them wouldnât rear their heads until after dark. The zombies would all be at work, ghouls
couldnât
go