It was a fair point. "I'll pull in a daughterly favor,' I assured her. "Besides, the old man loves secrets. He'd be into this, believe me. And you've already found the biggest clue of all. I mean, if Eric was giving money to some anonymous woman, then why wouldn't it be for his secret mistress and child?'
"Anonymous is the key word,' Sydney said, still clearly skeptical of Zmey's "leniency.' "If your theory's right--and it's kind of a leap--we still have no idea who this mistress is. The stolen documents didn't say.'
"Are there other records that tie into the stolen ones? Or could you investigate the bank he was sending money to?' The Alchemists' initial concern had simply been that someone had stolen hard copies of their records. Her colleagues had discovered which items were taken but hadn't given much thought to the content. I was willing to bet they hadn't searched for any other documents related to the same topic. She affirmed as much.
"You really have no idea how "researching records' works, do you? It's not that easy,' she said. "It could take a while.'
"Well ... I guess that's why it's good we're going somewhere, um, secure, right?' I asked. Struck with the realization that we might need time to put our next step together, I could kind of see the disadvantage of having lost our out-of-the-way hideout.
"Secure ...' She shook her head. "Well, we'll see. I hope I'm not doing something stupid.'
With those ominous words, silence fell. I wanted to know more about where we were going but felt I shouldn't push the small victory I'd made. The victory I thought I'd made, at least. I wasn't entirely sure Sydney was 100 percent on board but felt certain Dimitri had been convinced. Best not to agitate her right now. I looked at the GPS. Almost an hour. Enough time to check back on Lissa.
It took me a minute to recognize where Lissa was, probably because I'd been expecting her to return to her room. But no, she was in a location I'd only been once: Adrian's parents' home. Surprising. In a few moments, though, I read the reasoning from her mind. Her current suite was in guest housing, and in the ensuing panic over my escape, her building was swarming with visitors now trying to leave. The Ivashkov townhouse, situated in a permanent residential area, was a bit quieter--not that there weren't a few fleeing neighbors there too.
Adrian sat back in an armchair, feet carelessly resting on an expensive coffee table that some interior designer had probably helped his mother choose. Lissa and Christian had just arrived, and she caught a whiff of smoke in the air that made her think Adrian had been sneaking in some bad behavior beforehand.
"If we're lucky,' he was telling Lissa and Christian, "the parental units will be tied up for a while and give us some peace and quiet. How rough was your questioning?'
Lissa and Christian sat on a couch that was prettier than it was comfortable. She leaned into him and sighed. "Not so bad. I don't know if they're fully convinced we had nothing to do with Rose's escape ... but they definitely don't have any proof.'
"I think we got in more trouble with Aunt Tasha,' said Christian. "She was kind of pissed off that we didn't tell her what was going on. I think she probably wanted to blow up the statues herself.'IT
"I think she's more upset that we got Dimitri involved' pointed out Lissa. "She thinks we screwed up his chances of ever being accepted again.'
"Shes right,' said Adrian. He picked up a remote control and turned on a large, plasma screen TV. He muted the sound and flipped randomly through channels. "But no one forced him.'
Lissa nodded but secretly wondered if she had forced Dimitri inadvertently. His dedicated vow to protect her was no secret. Christian seemed to pick up on her worry.
"Hey, for all we know, he never would have--'
A knock interrupted him.
"Damn,' said Adrian, standing up. "So much for peace and quiet.'
"Your parents wouldn't knock,' said Christian.
"True, but it's probably one of their friends wanting to sip port and gossip about the terrible state of today's murderous youth,' Adrian called back.
Lissa heard the door open and a muffled conversation. A few moments later, Adrian returned with a young Moroi guy that Lissa didn't recognize.
"Look,' the guy was saying, glancing around uneasily, "I can come back.' He caught sight of Lissa and Christian and froze.
"No, no,' said Adrian. His transformation from grumpy to cordial had happened as quickly as a light switch being flipped. "I'm sure she'll be back any minute. Do you guys all know each other?'
The guy nodded, eyes darting from face to face. "Of course.'
Lissa frowned. "I don't know you.'
The smile never left Adrian's face, but Lissa picked up quickly that something important was going on. "This is Joe. Joe's the janitor who helped me out by testifying that I wasn't with Rose when Aunt Tatiana was murdered. The one who was working in Rose's building.'
Both Lissa and Christian straightened up. "It was a lucky thing you turned up before the hearing,' said Christian carefully. For a while, there'd been panic that Adrian might be implicated with me, but Joe had come forward just in time to testify about when he'd seen both me and Adrian in my building.
Joe took a few steps back toward the foyer. "I really should go. Just tell Lady Ivashkov that I came by--and that I'm leaving Court. But that everything's set.'
"What's set?' asked Lissa, slowly standing up.
"She--she'll know.' Lissa, I knew, didn't look intimidating. She was cute and slim and pretty, but from the fear on Joe's face--well. She must have been giving him a scary look. It reminded me of the earlier encounter with Abe. "Really,' he added. "I need to go.'