10

I just couldn’t turn around to face Jane yet. Instead, I simply stared at Mina, who peered over my shoulder to check out my girlfriend. She slid her knife into her jacket. I didn’t think Jane could see it from her angle. At least, I hoped she couldn’t. Explaining why I had a choke hold on my bat in front of this strange woman in my apartment was going to be tough enough.

Before I could think what to do, Mina’s face melted from psychotic to a big, cheery smile. Chalk one up for the mood swings of a sociopath, I thought. She brushed past me and offered her hand to Jane. I turned around. Jane had a metric ton of books in a shoulder bag. She lowered it to the floor to take Mina’s hand in hers.

“You must be Jane,” Mina said, sounding like the mom on Leave It to Beaver as she faked being charming. “I’m Mina. Simon’s told me so much about you.”

Jane shook her hand and smiled back, but there was still a little of that darkness from back in the bookstore in her eyes.

“He has?” she said, and looked to me.

“Yup,” I said, not skipping a beat.

Jane looked at the bat resting on my shoulder.

“Is everything alright here?”

“I was just showing her my bat,” I said lamely, realizing how innuendo laden that must have sounded.

Jane’s eyes narrowed. “Is that some sort of euphemism?”

“Boys and their toys,” Mina said with a pleasant laugh. Hadn’t she been threatening my life just five minutes ago?

Jane rolled her eyes and stepped toward me, but not before looking Mina up and down. There was no denying the fact that Mina was physically hot; most of her ugliness was hidden in that messed-up little brain of hers.

“I didn’t realize you were going to have company tonight,” Jane said. I knew that tone. “Company” came out like it was a dirty word.

“I didn’t either,” I said. I lowered my bat, but didn’t let go of it just yet. I wasn’t sure what Mina was up to, and I didn’t want to get caught unaware if she suddenly changed tack in the middle of all this.

“Simon and I are old friends,” Mina said, circling behind the couch. “We used to work together.”

“Oh, really?” said Jane, relaxing a little. She gave me a mischievous grin and sat down on the couch. “He doesn’t really talk all that much about his past with me. I’d be curious to hear all about it.”

There was an undeniable hot side to Jane when the little bits of her old darkness came out, the same ones that no doubt had made her a valued asset when temping for the cultists, but the idea of Jane chumming it up with this truly evil psycho from my past was a bit overwhelming.

“Um . . . how about not?” I said, trying not to sound too defensive, and failing completely.

Mina put on an apologetic face and circled behind Jane on the couch.

“When I came into town, I had plans with friends, but they bailed on me,” Mina said. She gave me a pointed look. “You know how unreliable friends can be.”

She started pantomiming strangling Jane and slitting her throat so only I could see. “I know it was very last minute, but I had nowhere else to turn, and Simon was gentleman enough to give me his sofa to crash on for a couple of nights.”

I could see Jane’s face fall, but I wasn’t about to contradict Mina. I needed to get Jane out of here safely.

I turned to Jane.

“Hope you don’t mind,” I said, giving her a weak smile. I didn’t know what else to say. I’m sorry one of the psychos from my past is extorting me into helping her and I’m just trying to keep her from killing you didn’t seem to fit. Plus, I hadn’t told Jane much at all about my criminal past, and now didn’t seem like the time to start.

“You can stay,” Mina said with a sweet smile. “I don’t want to be an intrusion. Don’t mind me.”

Jane stood up, gathered up her bag of books, and moved toward the door before turning to face us. She looped the bag over her shoulder, cradling the books protectively close to her chest.

“No, thanks,” she said, her face showing signs of agitation. “I’ve got a lot of reading to do, and it sounds like you two have some catching up in store.”

It didn’t surprise me that she wasn’t taking it so well. I put the shoe on the other foot. If I had shown up at her apartment to find a hunky old coworker of hers, I didn’t think I’d be taking it so well either. Still, a relationship like ours was new to me and I found myself at a real loss as to what to do.

“Nice meeting you,” Mina said with a sweet smile, waving.

Jane nodded. “Same to you.” She walked over to me and gave me deep, territorial-marking kind of kiss. When she pulled away, her eyes were cold. “Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Sure,” I said, nodding.

Jane headed out the door, closing it behind her as she went. None of this sat right with me. The monkey wrench that was Mina just added to my problems with Jane. I had to do something.

“Give me a second,” I said to Mina. “I’ll be right back.”

I headed for the door.

Mina cleared her throat and I looked at her. She put a finger to her lips.

Shhh.

She lowered her finger away from her mouth and waggled it at me slowly.

Don’t tell Jane anything, it said.

As I ran out into the hall, I watched Mina slide herself behind the door and I heard the sound of the knife coming out of her jacket again.

“Janey, wait,” I called out.

I caught up with her halfway to the elevator.

She turned and her face was a blank slate. I couldn’t get a read off her about this whole situation, and if I couldn’t warn her about the dangerous woman I was dealing with, I at least wanted a chance to apologize for Mina being here. The demons of my past were mine to bear, and I couldn’t hold Jane responsible for having a negative reaction to them.

“I just want to say I’m sorry,” I said, trying to take her hands in mine. She reluctantly let go of the bag of books and gave me her hands. I lowered my voice. “You know, about earlier, at the bookshop . . .”

I was trying to avoid specifics, just in case Mina could hear us.

“Okay,” Jane said, and then just stood there. I squeezed her hand, but she didn’t really squeeze back.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. She let go of one of my hands and rubbed her eyes. She looked over my shoulder to make sure we were alone, but lowered her voice as well. “Just worn down from doing that . . . rat thing . . . over the phone earlier. Wesker wants me to stop inventorying the Stacks and read more about . . . technomancy.”

“But you’re not mad?” I asked suspiciously.

Jane smiled and shook her head, the darkness on her face vanishing in an instant.

“Just go and make sure your friend is okay,” she said with sincerity. “I know what it’s like to be in this city and not have anyone to turn to. It’s okay.”

Jane and I still had our issues to iron out after the fight earlier, but this was probably the best answer I was going to get from her under the circumstances. I kissed her on the forehead and watched her until she closed the accordion doors of the elevator and it started down.

I walked back down the hall and into my apartment, mulling over our exchange as I went.

When I entered, Mina was in the kitchen going through my cabinets. She had already stripped down to a white wifebeater that left little to the imagination. Even after all these years, Mina was in amazing shape, without an ounce of fat on her upper body.

I sat down on the other side of the galley counter as Mina continued poking around.

“So, she’s what passes as interesting to you these days, eh, Simon?”

“Watch it,” I said.

Mina grinned at me. “I thought you like them a bit more adventurous and less . . . bookish?”

I ignored her dig at Jane. I could have told her about Jane’s past temping for the forces of evil, or how she had tried to kill me, or even how we had fought side by side at the Met. I could have told Mina all that, but I didn’t. To bring it up would be to bring up the Department in its entirety and that was a part of my life I didn’t want Mina to have anything to do with.