The mayor crossed her arms, tucked in her hands. “I’ve lived in this city for fifty-three years. And I’d never have imagined seeing something like this. Or not in August, anyway.” She sighed heavily, her breath crystallizing instantly in the frosty air.
She looked back at us. “I asked you to come up here because I wanted you to get a good look at it, to see what she’s done. The lengths she is willing to go to get what she wants.”
It wasn’t hard to guess that we were being set up for something.
“We drove in from Hyde Park,” my grandfather said. “We saw much of the city along the way.”
“A portion of it,” she agreed. “But not the whole. Not the reach of what she’s done. The sheer enormity of the problem she has created, and the suffering she has caused by it.”
“Why are you telling us this?” Ethan asked.
“Because I have a request. And you’re not going to like it.”
• • •
The mood wasn’t any less somber in her office. Worse, since Ethan and Catcher were nearly vibrating with anger, and Mallory didn’t look much better. I wasn’t sure how I’d become the calm one of the four of us, but I’d have to use that to our advantage, if I could. That depended very much on what the mayor had to say.
Lane was back in the office, and when we came in he glanced up at us from the tablet that seemed to absorb most of his attention.
“Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan,” he said by way of greeting, gaze still on the screen.
“‘Merit’ is fine,” I said.
He slid me a glance, looking me over with distaste, like the fact that I’d declined the name made me suspect.
The office door opened. Jim Wilcox and Mikaela Pierce walked in, the man and woman from the SWAT and FBI units who’d been behind the barricade at Towerline. Pierce wore a suit again; Wilcox wore dark fatigues. They nodded at the mayor, at Lane, at us, before moving to the other side of the room to stand alone and apart. If anything, it said we weren’t on the same team.
“Status?” the mayor asked.
Mallory and I stood beside each other, Catcher and Ethan on the outside edges like guards.
“Stable, for the moment,” Pierce said. “The clouds above Towerline continue to spin, but the temperature is holding. There’s been no precipitation in the last two hours.”
“The Guard has units in the designated emergency zones,” Wilcox said. “They’re working to keep people calm, but with the city frozen over, people who would normally be working are home. They’re home, and they’re thinking.” He slid a glance to me, to Mallory. And for the first time, I saw guilt in his eyes.
They were going to ask us to turn ourselves over. There might be some pretty words about not negotiating with terrorists, apologies about the sacrifice, but the question would be asked.
I reached out, squeezed Mallory’s hand in support. She squeezed back, and her expression had gone stony. Whatever fear she might have felt, she was pushing it down, too. Pride blossomed, raising goose bumps along my arms. She was my sister in all the ways that mattered. And tonight, we were in this together.
“They’re thinking about the money they’re losing, the loved ones they can’t check in on, the property damage they’re likely suffering.”
“In fairness,” Pierce said, “some of them are probably happy about the snow day.” She looked at me, tried for a smile. I appreciated that she was trying to keep the mood light, but that telltale guilt was in her eyes, too. And I didn’t give guilt a whole lot of credit these days.
Screw this, I thought, and released Mallory’s hand, took a step forward. She did the same thing, moving to stand beside me.
I felt Ethan’s magic prickle with concern, but I ignored it, settled my gaze on the mayor.
“We are all aware of the situation, Madam Mayor, and of the deadline we’re under. And we all know what you’re about to ask. In the interest of time, perhaps we could get to the point?”
I could feel my grandfather’s concern, too, about the fact that I’d just made demands of the mayor. It certainly wasn’t the usual way of things. But there was no point in waiting.
Lane made a huffing sound of disapproval. He finally put down the tablet, looked at me with more irritation. But when I slid my gaze back to the mayor, there was something different there. A kind of respect I hadn’t seen before.
“I appreciate your candor,” she said.
I nodded, accepting the compliment, while Ethan fumed behind me. But there was no help for it.
She looked at Wilcox, nodded. “Lieutenant.”