Chaz:

The hospital came alive with a clatter and a rumble, like a trolley car rolling down broken tracks. Gurneys and medicine carts wheeled through once empty corridors, the stench of antiseptic ratcheted up a notch. White shoes and white coats and a herd of would-be saviors jostled for placement in a morning rush hour.

Skellar and I each held a cup of strong coffee as we huddled together in Angelique’s room. Our voices collided with each other, sometimes hushed when we remembered the danger involved, sometimes close to shouting when we tried to focus on what needed to be done.

“We caught one of them gutter punks last night, hidin’ in the stairwell,” Skellar said. Steam rose from the coffee as he leaned nearer and took a sip.

“Did you find out who took Isabelle?” I asked.

“Eventually.” A crooked grin slid over rugged territory, creased one side of his face. “After I gave that punk one of those ‘spill-your-guts’ cocktails that you liked so much.”

Angelique blinked and rubbed her forehead. She was waking up.

“And?” I prodded him.

“And suddenly he remembered a lot more. Like who took your niece.” He pulled a photo from his pocket. “You know this guy?”

I stared at the picture. Icy fingers slid down into my gut.

It was that joker from the bar, the one who’d tried to take Angelique.

Skellar seemed to enjoy my reaction. “After talkin’ to that gutter rat, I ran a background check on this goon and found out he was in Marguerite’s sous-terrain société,” he said. “This guy was one of her surrogate brothers. He has been for over five years. Maybe that’s why he got called in for this job. Or maybe this is a setup that’s been planned for a long time.”

“You’re sayin’ this maggot had been crawling around my family for five years? Why?”

“That’s Neville Saturno,” Angelique said, her voice raspy and low.

I reached one hand out, touched her cheek. It still felt hot. “You okay?”

“I think so.” She gave me slow smile, one that made my heart skip a beat. Made me feel alive again.

“You’re pretty lucky you got to a medic so quick last night,” Skellar said. “Your friend Pete got the same dart as you and he ain’t doin’ so great.”

“What happened?” She pulled herself into a sitting position, sluggishly ran her fingers through her hair.

“Gutter punks broke into our hotel suite.” I frowned. “They shot darts—”

“But Isabelle’s okay, right?”

I glanced down at the tile beneath my feet, tried to imagine where my niece was right now, felt the surge of pain return like a cannonball through my chest.

She was holding my hand. “Chaz, she’s okay, isn’t she?”

“We don’t know.” Skellar spoke the words that I couldn’t bring myself to say. He tossed the photo in her lap. “What’s your connection with this guy?”

“I—I’ve known him a long time,” she said, a dark expression in her eyes. “Since my last life.” She looked hesitant to say more in front of Skellar.

“He’s the one that has Isabelle,” Skellar said.

Angelique stared into space for a moment, a terrified look on her face. “Has he contacted you or Russ yet? Did he tell you—did he say what he wants?”

“Russ is dead.” My voice cracked when I said it, the words made it more final, more real. “And nobody’s contacted us yet. What do you know about all this, Angelique?”

She glanced at Skellar like he was contagious. “Are you sure we can trust this guy? Odds are he’s on the same payroll as Neville and all the other mugs—”

“Hey, sister, I ain’t on nobody’s payroll. Would my teeth look like this if I could afford somethin’ better than jive-sweet?” Skellar grinned wide, showed us yellow teeth stained brown on the edges. “And believe it or not, there’s some things I refuse to do. Kidnappin’ little girls is one of them.”

“I don’t like mugs any more than you do,” I admitted. “But we haven’t got a choice here. Those gutter punks knocked out everybody I trust. There isn’t anyone else.”

“Okay, okay.” She pulled her knees to her chest and her eyes turned the color of a stormy sky. “I don’t care who ends up with the key to immortality, not anymore, not as long as we can get Isabelle back…”

She kept talking but I didn’t hear what she was saying. I glanced at Skellar and I could tell he was having the same reaction I was. I felt like somebody had just rammed a steel pipe against my back.

“Are you tellin’ me somebody figured out how to make resurrection work more than nine times?” I asked. My mouth felt dry. What sick jerk would want to hang around here that long? “But the DNA breaks down after six times. On the ninth cycle, everything is—”

She met my gaze. “We weren’t using clones. This isn’t like technological resurrection. This is something else. One injection. That’s it.” She paused, a pained expression on her face, as if she just remembered something. When she spoke again her voice lowered, became almost inaudible. “One dose, and then every time you die, your body just repairs itself. You just get back up.”

“Like the dog,” Skellar said. He was leaning forward.

“Yeah.” A tear was running down her cheek. “Just like the friggin’ dog.”

I crossed my arms and settled back in my chair. Skeptical.

“You do the research?” Skellar asked.

“Me and Russ.” She was watching me. “And Pete.”

“You’re sayin’ Pete knew about this and he didn’t tell me?” I pushed myself out of my chair, stood over her. “I can see Russ pulling something like this, he always wanted to be a hero, wanted everybody to bow down and make him king, but Pete? I don’t believe it.”

“Pete did my jump. After Russ…after…” Her hands clenched the blanket, then released.

“You’re that Ellen they been lookin’ for.” Skellar connected the Domingue dots. “Russell killed you, didn’t he?”

I blinked. All of a sudden it felt like I was playing solo, but the notes were coming out all wrong.

Angelique looked away, didn’t answer his question. “Pete helped us with the research, you know he’s a computer whiz. But Neville must have got his hooks in him somehow, got him to turn in reports on what we were doing. I always knew there was somebody else working both sides.” She paused. “But there came a point when I just—I couldn’t do it anymore, so I destroyed all our files and let the dog go.”

“You destroyed the research?” Skellar looked at Angelique like she was nuts.

She ignored him, continued to talk to me like he wasn’t there. “Chaz, the mugs can’t help us. They’re in on it. The U.S. government is in on it too. This is bigger than Fresh Start, than any of us.”

“Thanks for that vote of reassurance, sister. I’m lookin’ forward to workin’ with you too.” Skellar glanced down into an empty paper cup, crumpled it, and then tossed it into a nearby waste can.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” she said, a puzzled expression on her face. “Russ never told you. About your father’s death, about your mom.”

I watched the light in her eyes change. “He never told me what?”

“This guy, he killed your father. And he infected your mother.”

I put the world on pause, began to pace the room, forced my lungs to keep working. The same guy who murdered my father had just kidnapped Isabelle. He killed Russ and Marguerite, tried to kill Angelique and Pete. And he gave my mother the life of a leper.

“Chaz?”

I could hear the music of my life turning sour, felt an emptiness in the pit of my stomach.

“Chaz.” Angelique stood before me, the blanket wrapped around her. “It’s going to be all right. I know how to get your niece back.”

I saw her mouth move, heard the words, but somehow the chord progression was still all wrong, every note off-key.

“I’ve got what Neville wants.” Eyes the color of summer rain, refreshing and pure, met mine, forced me to pay attention.

“But you said you destroyed the research.”

“Not the serum,” she said. “That’s where I was going when you found me in the elevator. I hid enough for one, maybe two doses. We can trade it for Isabelle.”

Suddenly I knew I was the only one who could hear it, the only one who had it all figured out. I laughed. It was a song of madness, a song of dark depression and despair, a song that had been playing throughout my life. But it didn’t matter anymore. We were going to win.

I sat in the chair and laughed until I started to cry.

I knew Angelique and Skellar thought that I was losing my mind, but I didn’t care.

We were going to get Isabelle back. All I had to do was give eternal life to the monster that had haunted my dreams since I was a kid.