Infinity Bell: A House Immortal Novel by Devon Monk

Author:Devon Monk [Monk, Devon]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Amazon: B00MNN7H26
Barnesnoble: B00MNN7H26
Goodreads: 22859788
Publisher: Roc
Published: 2015-03-03T00:00:00+00:00

16

Everyone’s angry. There are more rumors about the Houses plotting war. I’m afraid of what will happen if the rumors are true.

—from the diary of E. N. D.

“You just run with the nicest people, don’t you, Ned?” I asked.

“I’ve made it a point to know how to swim in any river,” Right Ned said.

I supposed that spoke to the practical nature of living in this world as a man who wasn’t put together like most other men. A man whose worth might be used or discarded at a whim and whose physical difference could tag him as an oddity or make him completely invisible as a human being.

“Give me your link,” I said.

Right Ned looked over at Abraham, who leaned one shoulder on the metal pole that reached ceiling to floor near the open door.

“We have—what—three minutes?” I said. “I need to check in.”

“Check in on what?” Abraham asked.

“I’m hacking into some private files.”

“Hush. Away from the door,” Right Ned said.

I moved farther back into the train car, and he followed, pulling out the screen and unlocking it before handing it to me.

Left Ned just sighed and shook his head.

“Whose private files?” Abraham asked as he shifted his position so he could keep watch out the door.

“Robert Twelfth’s.”

“What?” Right Ned said.

Abraham was silent, but the look he threw my way was anger and pain. “Why?” he asked.

My fingers were already flying over the screen. If the last crawler I’d sent out hadn’t found a way into the records, I’d try another route. We needed that journal.

“Because I think Slater Orange is the kind of man who plans everything. He planned his own death. He planned for Quinten to implant him into Robert Twelfth’s body. He planned to frame you for murder. And I think he planned to keep as much leverage as possible over people who would be useful to him.”

“You think your brother’s useful to him?” Right Ned asked.

“Domek wasn’t asking for anyone else to come out with his hands up,” I said. “My guess? Slater was behind the assassin, not House Black. But even if I’m wrong about that, someone wants my brother alive.”

“Which of Robert’s files are you looking for?” Abraham asked.

“A copy of my grandmother’s journal. Quinten thinks it has the formula we need in it so we can alter the Wings of Mercury experiment. Which, if he’s correct, means you and I don’t die.”

That sat in the silence between us for a moment. Hope was a strange thing, often more phoenix than butterfly.

“Do you think Robert—I mean, Slater—knows how important that journal is?” Right Ned asked.

“You think he made a copy,” Abraham said, putting it together.

“Yes,” I answered both of them. “How much time do I have left?”

“About a minute and a half,” Left Ned said.

The crawler had run into a roadblock that was slowing it down and making it impossible to navigate the routes I’d sent it on. I tagged into some secondary access routes. Robert’s files must have a weakness. And I was going to find it.

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