The Sight by Chloe Neill

Author:Chloe Neill
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2016-06-24T09:13:05+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Mid-City had been one of my favorite neighborhoods in New Orleans. Like the Quarter, it had kept a lot of its unique architecture, although the war had destroyed many of those buildings.

We’d rolled down the windows. The breeze carried the scent of smoke, which grew stronger the farther north we drove, until the air was hazy with it. Then we saw the plume of smoke rising into the sky about half a mile uptown.

“I want to check that out,” Liam said, and I nodded my agreement as he turned toward it.

We didn’t get very far. Dark Containment vehicles blocked the street two hundred yards from the inferno that engulfed a Containment precinct office. Even that far away, the heat that rolled off the fire was absolutely brutal.

Liam pulled up to the blockade, leaned out the window. “Hitchens!” he called out, and an agent turned around, nodded at Liam, and jogged over.

“Hey, Quinn.”

“The hell happened?” Liam asked as Hitchens passed a hand over his damp forehead.

“Reveillon. They went on a spree overnight. Torched four buildings owned by PCC or Containment.”

“Damn,” Liam said. “Any injuries?”

“I’ve heard a dozen with smoke inhalation, burns, but no deaths. Reveillon left its calling card—painted ‘Traitors’ on the street in front, just in case we were confused.”

One of Ezekiel’s favorite words.

If Reveillon had been setting fires overnight, Containment clearly hadn’t gotten them all. And if there was some sort of coordinated arson, Containment probably hadn’t gotten Ezekiel at Camp Couturie.

“Assholes,” Liam said.

“Agreed,” Hitchens said, then slid his gaze to me, back to Liam. “You working the Reveillon bounty?”

“Yeah,” Liam said. “Claire, this is Tucker Hitchens. Claire Connolly. She runs Royal Mercantile.”

“Sure, sure,” Hitchens said. “I know it. I don’t live in the Quarter, so I don’t get down there, but I know it.”

I lifted a hand, offered a smile.

Another agent called Hitchens’s name, and he tapped the doorframe. “Gotta get back. Take care of yourself out there.”

“You, too, Hitch.”

The man ran back to his comrades near the vehicles.

“Ezekiel’s still free,” I guessed. “And he’s pissed.”

“Yeah,” Liam said. “And New Orleans will pay the price.” He put the truck in gear. “Let’s get going. I don’t want to be far from the Quarter for too long.”

I didn’t argue.

—

New Orleans was relatively flat, so we drove to a spot where the buildings had mostly been destroyed, climbed into the back of the truck, then onto the roof, to get a look at the city.

“Four,” Liam confirmed, shifting his gaze from each of the four plumes that rose into the sky at what looked like random spots across the city. Except they weren’t really random, at least not politically.

“‘And the nations were angry,’” Liam said quietly. “‘And thy wrath is come.’”

“The Book of Revelation,” I said, and he looked surprised that I’d recognized it. “My dad loved horror novels, and he thought Revelation fit the genre.”

Liam smiled a little. “Possibly sacrilegious, but it works.” He climbed smoothly down into the back of the truck, offered me a hand, helped me step down gingerly beside him.

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