Brad Meltzer - The Inner Circle
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The farther they get, the more they shrink. I still can’t tell if they’re talking, but as they finally reach the front of the building, I’m all set to follow. To my surprise though, instead of going inside, Nico points Clementine to the wooden benches out front.
Taking the seat next to her, Nico puts the brown bag between them. Even from here, I can see Clementine scootch back, away from the bag. Whatever he’s got in there… my brain can’t help but imagine the worst.
That’s when the cats start arriving.
A gray tabby races out of the building, followed by a chubby black one. Then two small matching orange kittens, followed by what must be their mom. There’re half a dozen cats in total, all of them heading for the exact same spot: straight to the bench. Straight to Nico.
On my far left, the guard is still down by the perimeter fence, but he hasn’t moved much. This is clearly Nico’s routine. From the brown bag, Nico sprinkles the ground with whatever food he has inside. Feeding the cats. The woman behind the glass said it’s one of his jobs. But the way Nico leans down to pet them-scratching tummies, necks, between ears, like he knows each of their soft spots-he isn’t just feeding these cats.
He loves them.
And the way they rub against Nico, weaving infinity loops around his legs, they love him right back.
Sitting up straight and settling into his stiff, alien posture, Nico won’t look at anything but the cats. I can’t read lips, but I can read body language. Fidgeting next to him, Clementine looks even more awkward than he is, and from her hand movements-she scratches her wrist, then her neck, like there’s something living beneath her own skin. Back at the Archives, she couldn’t even look at Nico in the old assassination video. It’s only worse here. No matter how ready she thought she was, she’s not ready for this. Until…
He suddenly rises from his seat, standing erect.
The cats startle at the sudden movement, then settle back around his feet. Before Clementine can react, Nico looks at his watch and starts walking to the far side of the building. He’s calm as ever. He makes a quick hand motion, asking Clementine to follow.
No, don’t go with him-!
She pauses, searching around. She’s definitely smarter than that. She needs to be-she knows who she’s dealing with. But she can’t help herself. A few cats trail him like the Pied Piper. A few others, including two tuxedo cats-black, with white bib and feet-start to groom themselves, then walk away, aloof. Clementine needs to decide which cat she’ll be.
It doesn’t take long. She’s wondered about this man for nearly thirty years. She takes a few hesitant steps… then scratches the back of her neck… then follows.
Nico turns the corner and…
They’re both gone.
I give them a moment to come back. Thirty seconds to see if they return.
Still gone.
There’s no reason to break the emergency glass. Maybe he’s just getting more cat food.
I search for the guard back by the fence. He’s gone too.
I look around, but there’s no one else. I can run back to the main building, but by the time I get there, God knows where Nico will be. More important, if something happened to Clemmi, it’d be my fault.
Tot called history a selection process that hands us situations we should never be able to overcome.
He’s right. I can’t overcome this. Nico’s a trained monster. A killer. A destroyer.
I can’t do this.
I can’t.
But I have to try.
Running full speed, I race down the concrete path. With each step, my feet slap the pavement, splattering puddles of slush.
As I pass the front of the building, I spot the blur of my own profile in the reflection of the glass doors. The tuxedo cats are milling around, looking bored as they ignore me. I even see Nico’s and Clementine’s footsteps where the snow isn’t melted yet. They can’t be far.
At the corner of the building, I make a sharp left and…
Nothing.
A long alley of browning snow, a rusted Dumpster, and just beyond the Dumpster, an empty golf cart that-
Mrrow.
Cat. That’s one of the cats.
I crane my neck.
There. In the back. The tabby one.
I’m already halfway there as its tail disappears around the back of the building. As I fly past the Dumpster-
Pfuump.
A thick forearm rams my neck, hitting like a baseball bat and clotheslining me so hard, my feet leave the ground.
Keeping his forearm at my throat, Nico shoves me backward by my neck until I crash-hard-onto the freezing concrete. The back of my head hits first, and a flash of bright stars blinds me on impact.
“What’re you doing!? Are you crazy!?” Clementine shouts at Nico.
Her father smiles, heading toward me.
Before I can register anything, Nico’s all over me.
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Wasting no time, Nico climbs on my stomach, my chest, his baseball-bat forearm now pressing like a nightstick against my neck. His breath smells like cigarettes and old coins. I try to breathe, but he’s… huuuh … huuuh … he’s on my windpipe… I scream for the guards, but no one knows we’re here.
“I heard you,” he says, completely calm as his chocolate eyes rattle back and forth, picking apart my face. “In the entryway. I hear things better than you.”
“G-Get off him!” Clementine shouts, racing out from where he shoved her behind the Dumpster. She plows toward him, ready to push him away.
“Do. Not ,” Nico says, whipping around and grabbing her wrist with one hand, while holding my throat with the other. I’ve never seen anything move so fast.
Clementine thrashes, fighting to get free. No. She’s not fighting. She just wants him off her. Stumbling backward, her face goes gray and ashen like she’s about to throw up. Back at the Archives, I remember what the pop, pop, pop of the gunshots did to her. She could barely deal with that. She certainly can’t deal with this.
As she finally breaks free, Clementine falls on her ass. It shifts Nico just enough that he lets go of my throat as my lungs lurch for air.
“Huuuh… hgggh…”
He watches my face… studies my eyes as I look to Clementine…
No. I shouldn’t look at her.
Too late.
Glancing to his left, he studies Clementine, then turns back to me.
“You know him,” he says to Clementine, who’s still on her rear, crabwalking and scrambling to get away. “You brought him here.”
“I–I didn’t,” she insists. “I swear to-”
“God’s name. Don’t take it in vain,” Nico warns, his voice just a whisper.
I wait for her to say something, but from the panic in her eyes… She can’t. She’s done. There’s no reconnecting with this man. All she wants is out of here.
Nico turns, like a dog spotting a squirrel. His chest rises and falls so quickly. He hears something.
“ Nico…? ” a sharp voice calls from the distance. We can’t see who it is, but the way Nico turns… Whoever’s coming… It’s a guard.
Clementine crabwalks back even farther. With a leap, Nico climbs to his feet and I get my first clear breath.
“ Nico, get yer ass outta there! ” a man shouts in a deep southern accent.
I stumble to my feet just as a black guard with small shoulders turns the corner.
“What the hell you doing?” the guard asks.
Nico’s eyes roll toward him, unafraid. “We were feeding the cats.”
The guard shoots Nico a look that says, Do I look stupid to you? Then he shoots us a look that says, Why’d you let him take you back there?
“Public spaces only. You know that,” the guard growls.
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