Free Critical Space by Greg Rucka

that I shouldn't have finished the cold coffee, and I felt myself getting cranky. Whoever the hell Joseph Keith was, he suddenly had the power to dictate not only the lives of me and my colleagues, but of the people who had hired us. I'd wanted this job, wanted to do it and to do it well, and now we were looking at leaving it half-finished all because a possibly crazy man had a crush on a young woman he'd never met, and that maybe that possibly crazy man now wanted to do that same woman harm for reasons known only to him and whatever demons had taken up residence in his brain. We had a handful of circumstantial evidence hinting that Keith was up to something, nothing more than that.
    Natalie was waiting for my answer.
    "We'll see Her Ladyship tomorrow," I said.
    From the phone came the sound of Moore's low chuckle. "She'll be happy to hear it."
    "Are you going to tell her?" I asked.
    "It would be an unnecessary burden at this point," Moore said. "Wish us a safe trip, mate."
    Moore cut the connection on his end and I reached over and switched the speaker off. Natalie finished jotting her last notes on her pad, then set both pen and pad down and stretched in her chair, twisting her torso once to each side with her arms extended high over her head, and finally settling back with a sigh.
    "For a moment, I thought you were going to tell him to bag it," she said.
    "For a moment, I was."
    "And then?"
    "And then I remembered that this is what we're paid to do. If Lady Antonia Ainsley-Hunter wants to come to the Big Apple and see the sights and do good works, our job is to allow her to do that with the least risk possible."
    "It'd be so much easier if the principal would just pay us to lock them in a room and guard them twenty-four hours a day."
    "I favor encasing them in Lucite."
    "Then the principal would suffocate," Natalie pointed out as the phone on my desk started ringing.
    "Yes, but they'd be perfectly preserved." I picked up the phone. "Who is this and why are you calling my office on a Sunday afternoon?"
    Scott Fowler said, "I'm at your door. It is locked. Please unlock it and step outside."
    "And why should I do such a thing?"
    "Your presence has been requested downtown."
    Natalie arched an eyebrow. I told Fowler, "I'm kind of busy."
    "I appreciate that. This is urgent."
    "Urgent how?"
    "Urgent enough that I'm not going to say anything more to you while I talk on a cellular phone, Atticus," Scott said, and his tone had altered, and I heard the change, and suddenly I was really regretting having finished the cold coffee.
    "I'll be right there," I said.
* * *
    The lights in the conference room had already been dimmed, and at the head of the table, in the acid glow of a laptop's screen, I could see the shapes of two men. The laptop rested beside a small LCD projector, and as we entered, the image of a blue sky with white cumulus clouds appeared on the wall to my side.
    The man working the laptop and projector said, "Mr. Kodiak, please take a seat." His voice was soft but rushed, nearly breathless.
    "What's going on?"
    "You'll figure it out," the other one said. His voice was louder and deeper. "Take a seat."
    I looked at Scott, saw the reflection of the clouds flaring from the lenses of his glasses. He motioned me forward with an almost apologetic look, and I could see from his expression he hadn't expected this treatment, and that he didn't much care for it either. We made for the chairs midway down the conference table and I was pulling out mine when the first voice piped up again.
    "Thank you, Agent Fowler. Please wait outside."
    Scott stopped, wincing into the light, and the shadow from his frown made it appear even deeper. "I'm under orders to baby-sit Kodiak whenever he's in these offices," he said.
    "Please wait outside, Agent Fowler," the second voice said. When he said Scott's last name I caught the edge of a Boston accent. "You're not cleared for this briefing."
    For a second longer Scott seemed willing to argue, then