Balor ignored all of that with not a bit of amusement. “One of them has gotten loose,” he said. “All the safeguards we had in place but one of them has gotten loose.”
“One of what?” RH asked. “I haven’t heard of any breakouts. I have alerts programmed into my phone for all of the prisons.”
“All of the prisons that you know of,” Balor said. “This is one of the great old ones. Sealed away from the eyes of mortals and fae kind alike.”
“Like the ones we were put in?” Jenny asked. “The cold, dark nothingness that we were put in?”
“Another one just like that,” Balor said. “But even worse. Ancient things that never had a chance at redemption like us.”
“If this prison was lost, then how do you know about it?” RH asked.
“Always the detective,” Balor said with a chuckle. “The prison reconnected with this world when the breakout occurred, otherwise the inmate would have had nowhere to escape to except for the void. No sane being would journey into the void like that.”
“Some of our kind are not exactly sane,” RH said. “I’m sure some of them might consider the void instead of prison. I’m not completely certain I wouldn’t succumb to despair.”
“It kind of puts the whole elevator thing in perspective, huh?” Jenny asked.
RH stared at her for a long moment and then shrugged. “The two things are separate,” RH said. “I don’t see a connection.” RH kept staring at her and Jenny stared back, slowly raising one eyebrow.
“Oh! I get it,” Jenny said.”He’s fucking with me.” She laughed. “You’re fucking with me. I get it. Very funny.” She smirked and shook her head.
“Can we get down to business?” RH asked. “I think we’re through talking about our feelings. Who are we tracking down?”
Balor grunted and shrugged. “That’s where it gets difficult,” he said. “We have no way of knowing who broke out of prison.”
“Tell me you’re joking,” Jenny said. “That’s the most important information we need.”
“When ancient beings throw beings into a hole and throw away the key, they don’t exactly keep records,” Balor said. “They expect the problem to go away.”
“A ridiculous idea,” RH said. “Problems don’t just go away.”
“Our jailers were not always rational,” Balor said. “It’s left to us to clean up their mess in this situation.”
“So what leads do we actually have?” Jenny asked. “We can’t just drive around and hope to run into an unaccounted bogeyman, right?”
Balor grinned. “I suppose that would be a waste of everybody’s time,” he said. “I have only one thing to offer you.”
“The location of the prison,” RH said matter-of-factly. “That’s the only thing you could have.”
“Always the brilliant detective,” Balor said. “Yes. The approximate address of the prison has been sent to your phones.”
RH and Jenny both looked at their phones.
“It’s not even that far away,” Jenny said, her smile fading. “Not too close to high population areas, though. Gods be praised for that.”
“What are the odds that this prison shows up in Baltimore of all places?”
“Why do you ask such questions?” Jenny asked. “Be thankful for small miracles. Accentuate the positive.”
RH shrugged. “I don’t believe in miracles,” he said. “Miracles and coincidences are both exceedingly rare. There’s always a reason.”
Balor grunted and frowned. “Can you take your philosophical discussion on the road?” he asked. “Time is slipping away and there’s a vulnerable population out there that might be in danger. Knowing, what might be in that prison, they probably are in great danger. Get going. Get me results.”
Jenny saluted Balor sarcastically with a grin on her face and she turned and left the office before her boss could read her the riot act for insubordination. RH briefly shrugged as if in apology but then realized that he was not responsible for Jenny Greenteeth. Nobody in their right mind would be responsible for her. Of course, he knew that he was no prize to be won either. Then he realized that he was lingering in his boss’s office to avoid getting back into the elevator. He sighed and headed out of the office and down the hall. Jenny was waiting and holding open the door to the stairs with a really annoying smug look on her face. RH pointedly walked right into the elevator and started his descent downward. He let the doors close before Jenny could react.
Jenny managed to catch up a minute or so later out in front of the office building. She was smiling but RH could tell that she was a little bit pissed. “We’re taking your car and you are driving,” she said. “I will navigate.”
RH unlocked his truck. “I don’t need anybody to navigate,” he said. “You can sit and look pretty if you would like.” He climbed up into the driver’s seat and closed the door. He knew the land. He had always had a connection to the land wherever he had lived. Ireland was now far far away but he had connected with his new adopted Maryland. It helped that Baltimore had its share of Irish Americans. That felt familiar enough.
Jenny opened the passenger side and climbed into the seat with as much grace as she could muster. “I will always look pretty no matter what,” Jenny said. “That’s a given. I will think of something to do on the way there.”
“I’m sure you will,” RH said. “Just don’t annoy me.” A truly impossible request but if he did not ask, he would never get it anyway. He had not worked a lot with Jenny but he knew her by reputation. She seemed to have subverted her now-ancient murderous impulses into trolling people. She was reportedly a good officer as well and loyal to the Fae despite her outward behavior.
“No promises,” Jenny said. “Would it have killed you to open a lady’s door, though?”
“Don’t start,” RH said as he started the truck. “If I held the door for you, you would have nagged me for that instead.”
Jenny laughed. “You think you know all of my tricks,” she said. “I will still surprise you. I will always surprise you.”
“You make that sound like a threat,” RH said as he started the vehicle toward the direction of the prison.
“Oh darling,” Jenny said with a giggle. “Everything about me is a threat.”
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