Lupi 08 - Death Magic

met. Ruben’s voice was as relaxed as Rule wished to be. “Ah, you’re placing your phones elsewhere. Good.”
    They went back in the study together.
    “Ruben,” Lily said, “what in the world is going on?”
    “Paranoia is a common occupational hazard. I’m afraid mine has increased recently, since someone really is out to get me.” Ruben glanced at Fagin. “I’ll set the circle.” He closed the study door, then crouched and put his hand flat on the floor, covering a section of the silvery inlay. After a moment he nodded. “It’s up.”
    Lily’s eyebrows lifted. “Learning some new tricks?”
    “I can’t set a circle, but I can activate one. It’s best if we aren’t overheard.”
    “Which this will make sure of.” Fagin dug into his shorts pocket and pulled out a small, silk-wrapped object. He unrolled the cloth to reveal a quartz crystal the size of Rule’s thumb and held it up. “Quite a clever invention, this. The circle blocks magical eavesdropping. This will take care of the technical variety.” He set the crystal on the leather-bound blotter on the desk, then patted his pockets. “I don’t seem to have . . .”
    Ruben moved to the other side of the desk, opened a drawer, and took out a hammer that he handed to Fagin.
    “Ah, thank you.” And he smashed the crystal.
    Lily blinked. “That felt like node energy. A pretty good shot of it, too. I thought quartz didn’t store power well.”
    Fagin handed Ruben the hammer and began dusting the smashed crystal into one large and chubby palm. “Not as well as gemstones, no, but that’s what makes it work so well for this. A quartz matrix is a bit unstable, magically speaking. Overfill it too suddenly, or smash the crystal, and it releases the stored power all at once. Makes a nice little magic bomb for scrambling tech, even if one isn’t a practitioner.” Fagin looked at the bits in his palm. “Trash?” he said to Ruben.
    Ruben gestured behind the desk and Fagin went to deposit the shards.
    Lily watched. “You did that to disable any bugs?”
    “That’s right.”
    “What about directional mics? Or lasers? Will the glass and drapes keep those from working?”
    Fagin’s eyebrows slid up. “I have no idea.”
    Ruben moved behind his desk. “A directional mic won’t work. The glass in the windows is too thick and the drapes are heavy. A laser device might—”
    “Lasers?” Fagin asked.
    “A laser beam is bounced off a window. The vibrations in the glass caused by sound in the room cause equivalent variations in the laser beam. Sophisticated equipment picks up and decodes the reflected beam to render any conversation in the room. With such thick glass, however, that’s unlikely to work. Also, I believe Friar is biased toward magical means.”
    “Friar.” Lily’s voice was flat.
    “He is a listener.”
    Who couldn’t eavesdrop magically on conversations near Rule. Ruben knew that, though he didn’t know why. And Lily didn’t know Ruben knew. And Rule would be glad when he didn’t have to make quite so many who-knows-what calculations.
    “Just in case, however, Deborah is going to . . . ah, there it is.”
    The thrum of bass from a sound system started up outside. Rule nodded, appreciating the trick. The others might not hear it, but the windows were vibrating to the bass. “That should do it.”
    Ruben sat and gestured. “Please be seated, and I’ll explain.” He waited while they did—Rule took the wooden chair nearest the door—then lobbed his first bombshell. “I wanted you to know that I will be resigning from the Bureau due to my health.”

FIVE
     

     
    LILY’S stomach went tight. “I hate that. I hate it. I’d hoped . . . you look so well. Healthy. I guess the healer Nettie sent couldn’t do as much as I’d thought.”
    Ruben’s smile was small and wry, but as genuine as everything else about him. “He did a great deal, or I’d be dead. I’m told the damage was extensive. He was able to repair quite a bit—enough that I can hope to be around for a while yet. Not enough, unfortunately, to raise that from “hope” to “expect.” The Unit can’t be run by someone who could die in the middle of a crisis.”
    “Anyone can die. Isn’t there some way to continue to share responsibility? Croft’s good, but without your Gift . . .” She cut herself off in midquestion, glancing at Fagin with a small frown. Then she looked at Rule.
    “You’re wondering why Fagin is present. No, he is not my