Back When Villains Rise
Chapters (52)
  1. Copyright
  2. Dedication
  3. One
  4. Two
  5. Three
  6. Four
  7. Five
  8. Six
  9. Seven
  10. Eight
  11. Nine
  12. Ten
  13. Eleven
  14. Twelve
  15. Thirteen
  16. Fourteen
  17. Fifteen
  18. Sixteen
  19. Seventeen
  20. Eighteen
  21. Nineteen
  22. Twenty
  23. Twenty-One
  24. Twenty-Two
  25. Twenty-Three
  26. Twenty-Four
  27. Twenty-Five
  28. Twenty-Six
  29. Twenty-Seven
  30. Twenty-Eight
  31. Twenty-Nine
  32. Thirty
  33. Thirty-One
  34. Thirty-Two
  35. Thirty-Three
  36. Thirty-Four
  37. Thirty-Five
  38. Thirty-Six
  39. Thirty-Seven
  40. Thirty-Eight
  41. Thirty-Nine
  42. Forty
  43. Forty-One
  44. Forty-Two
  45. Forty-Three
  46. Forty-Four
  47. Forty-Five
  48. Acknowledgments
  49. Read More from the Market of Monsters Series
  50. More Books from HMH Teen
  51. About the Author
  52. Connect with HMH on Social Media

Patchaya let out a short breath. “Is he here? In Toronto?”

Nita nodded.

“Can I see him?”

Nita hesitated before agreeing. She hoped Patchaya wouldn’t ask him any hard questions.

“Of course. But first”—Nita met Patchaya’s eyes—“I have a favor to ask.”

Patchaya’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “A favor?”

“After his—your—mother died, Kovit was picked up by a criminal organization.” Nita was careful with what she said. She needed to tell the truth. Just not all of the truth. “He ran away after refusing to obey them. But they don’t want him spilling their secrets, so they found evidence he’s a zannie, and they sent it to INHUP.”

Patchaya’s expression flickered, first swelling with pride, her eyes watery, and then slowly sinking into fear and panic as the rest of the information set in. Nita had been careful to paint Kovit as sympathetically as possible while still keeping enough to the truth so that if Patchaya investigated, the information Nita gave would match up. Based on Patchaya’s expressions, she’d played it properly.

“He’s been outed to INHUP?” Patchaya whispered.

“Yes. We have one week before there’s an international manhunt for him.”

Her breath caught. “One week? That’s so fast. That’s the mandatory minimum time INHUP has to take to verify the information is accurate, but it almost always takes much longer. The evidence must be overwhelming.”

That was not what Nita wanted to hear.

“One week,” Nita confirmed softly.

Patchaya’s head bowed. “So little time.”

“We were hoping, since you’re an INHUP agent and working in the dangerous unnaturals section . . .”

She shook her head. “If you’re asking me to delete documents or something, I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Can’t.” Her voice was heavy. “Those kind of reports are handled by the central INHUP headquarters in France. To get rid of that information, I’d have to fly to France, wipe their servers, and then somehow stop the three to five people working on his case from talking.”

Nita frowned. “Why so many people?”

“When an individual is reported to the Dangerous Unnaturals List, it’s a multistep thing. First, someone has to verify the claims. That could mean DNA evidence is tested, or video files are reviewed by experts, or any number of other things.

“Part of the verification also involves sending that information to people working on cases involving zannies. For example, if there’s a report on a zannie in San Diego, and a murder by horrific torture was committed there recently, the information is sent to the people working on that case to see if the culprit is the zannie.”

The train doors whooshed open as they hit the next station, and Patchaya sighed. “There’s also an investigation crew that usually tries to independently verify the information.”

“That’s . . . a lot.”