Carnival

He left the wardrobe dialed down. He’d need to touch Lesa to get the tangler off. “This won’t take long,” he said, picking through licenses as he crouched beside her, looking for the right antiadhesive formula.

He was loading it when Katya shot him in the back.

18

AT DINNERTIME, THE HOUSEHOLD DISCOVERED MICHELANGELO was missing, and Vincent was subjected to a brief, cursorily polite interview with Elena on a wicker-furnished sun porch overlooking the central courtyard.

“He left with Lesa,” Vincent said, shading the truth.

Elena, seated with her back to the courtyard, the evening’s balmy air blowing the scents of fireworks and wilted flowers around her, frowned over her datapad.

“Lesa’s not answering her com,” she said with the air of one bestowing state secrets. “And Walter, one of the household khir, is missing.”

“Let me guess,” Vincent said, unable to keep the dryness out of his voice. “Lesa’s especial pet.”

“It would be a mistake to think of khir as pets, exactly.”

She had kept him standing, and he consciously arranged himself at parade rest, weight on his heels, body relaxed, spine hanging from his skull like a string of beads straightened by gravity. “Though you collar them?”

“We identify who the responsible humans are. But the khir are perfectly capable of resettling if conditions don’t suit them. They have their own packs and family arrangements. It’s considered unwise to intervene.” She pushed idly at the iced drink resting on the low table before her, tracing fingertips down the glass-beaded side. “This was their city first. In any case, in the light of yesterday, we must consider foul play.”

Vincent folded his arms, firming his mouth. Nothing as daunting as Michelangelo’s frictionless mask, but he wouldn’t be much of a diplomat if he couldn’t lie with a straight face. “I find it surprising they would have left without security.”

“They didn’t make you aware of their destination, then?” The furrow between Elena’s eyebrows creased deeper. She sat back abruptly, flicking moisture off her fingers like a cat. “I assumed the lack of security meant it had something to do with”—a dancing gesture, back and forth—“private matters.”

“Between you and me?”

She nodded.

“It might have,” he said. “I presume Lesa passed along the substance of our conversation last night.”

“She said you were unforthcoming enough about your partner’s politics to make her curious.”

“I was,” he said.

Elena sat forward. “I’ll have contact codes for your mother, documents, a timetable. Coordination is going to require discretion and effort.”

“Elder Pretoria,” he said, leveling his voice with far more effort than he allowed to show in it, “what about Angelo and your daughter?”

“Katya and Agnes have taken out search parties,” she said. “I’ve informed Miss Delhi and the rest of her security team, and no doubt they are scouring the city as well. In the meantime, it’s not as if our other business will wait.”

“In the meantime,” he replied, “I don’t suppose you’ve made any progress in locating the missing statue.”

“Phoenix Abased?”She studied her fingernails. “I believe security directorate is looking into it.”

“If it’s not located,” he said, “I may have some difficulty convincing the Coalition Cabinet that it’s wise to repatriate the rest of the liberated art. To a city that can’t manage to keep track of the jewel of the collection for twelve hours, once it’s released to their authority.”

“That would be unfortunate,” she said. “Because New Amazonia would no doubt interpret that as further evidence of the Coalition’s perfidy. And I think even Claude would find it challenging maintaining generalized acceptance of neutrality or appeasement under those circumstances.”

“The Christ,” he said, biting his lip to keep the grin under control. “That’s worthy of my mother.”

Elena tipped her head. “It’s hard to imagine a higher compliment.”

Lesa had said it. Only a member of Parliament could have pulled off the theft. One such as Elena Pretoria, the Opposition leader. “So you have a plan to foment revolution. Convenient. What do you plan to do about Robert?”

She spread her fingers wide. “He’s just a stud male. An unusual male, but a male. His chances of successfully accusing three well-placed women are slim. Unless he had hard evidence—which I don’t believe—his testimony is easily discredited. It’s a minor scandal how much Lesa spoils him, anyway.”

The chill that crawled across his shoulders might have been the sunburn. “So you’re unconcerned.”

“Honestly,” she said, “given Claude’s blunder in challenging Miss Kusanagi-Jones, I find it hard to see how our situation could be better. Assuming, of course, that they are located quickly.”

“Assuming.” He took it as leave to go when she lifted her drink and turned to the window. She could mask her worry from her family, but not from him, and it made them both uncomfortable.