War Song (The Rift Chronicles Book 2) Read online

  War Song

  BR Kingsolver

  Contents

  License Notes

  Books by BR Kingsolver

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Books by BR Kingsolver

  War Song

  Book 2 of The Rift Chronicles

  By BR Kingsolver

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  Copyright 2020 BR Kingsolver

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  Chapter 1

  “Everyone’s in place,” the voice over my radio said. “We go at sixty.”

  Sixty seconds before a force of Metropolitan Police and guardians from half a dozen Magi Families stormed the block-long warehouse housing Lucifer’s Lair, the most notorious nightclub in the Mid-Atlantic.

  I did a last-second mental check of my weapons and armor. Since I knew the inside layout better than almost anyone, I would be in the second wave, following the assault teams who would breach the entrances and secure the building. We had no idea how many demons were in the building. We only knew that the listed owner, the demon lord Ashvial, was dead.

  Most of the force were there to capture or kill the demons inside, but my primary mission was to take control of the computer systems, paper files, and the human employees who managed Ashvial’s finances. Of course, that was all located in a part of the building I’d never seen.

  “Go!”

  Aeromancers used battering rams of compressed air to blow the front doors open. Bolts of lightning crashed against the doorframe, shorting out any electronic defenses. And then heavily armored men rushed into the building.

  The sound of large-caliber automatic weapons echoed inside, diminishing to occasional shots, the crackle of lightning, and the whoosh of fireballs. From where I was standing outside, the interior of the building looked as though a fireworks show was going on inside.

  When things quieted a little, I led my small team in and took an immediate right toward a door in the wall opposite the bar. We crossed the large room without any resistance, although I noted the bodies of three demons. I didn’t expect many of them to be downstairs in the middle of the day. Most of them would be on the third floor, where the red light was more welcoming to their eyes.

  The door had an electronic keypad, and I sent a spell into it. The door clicked, and I cast another spell into the room beyond to disable any nasty anti-intrusion devices that might be installed there.

  Normally, the business offices would have been full of workers on a Wednesday, but our surveillance indicated that only a few employees had entered the building that morning. As a cop, I was paid to have a suspicious mind, and my guess was the humans in charge of the business operation had figured out Ashvial wasn’t coming back.

  And if it were me, I’d be working overtime to loot the assets and destroy any evidence the authorities might use to connect me to Ashvial’s illicit activities. In their own world, demons didn’t use money the way humans did, and as far as computers and technology were concerned, they were total idiots. They just couldn’t wrap their minds around physics and chemistry performing tasks that demons did with magik.

  Sure enough, the reception desk was unmanned, and the cubes in the large room beyond were all empty. That meant any people who were present would be in the offices lining the outside walls of the building.

  I sent my team to capture anyone they found, while I headed toward the computer room. The plans on file with the Building Commission showed me where I needed to go.

  A spell disabled the keypad on the door, and I slipped inside. One man sat at a console with his back to me.

  “Don’t even think about touching that keyboard again,” I said in my sweetest, gentlest voice, placing the muzzle of my Raider 50 against his skull. “Put your hands in the air, or I’ll blow your head off.”

  It was rather gratifying how quickly he obeyed.

  “Now, stand up, and walk toward the wall to your left,” I said.

  Again, he obeyed. I followed him, handcuffed him, then made him sit down against the wall. A pair of ankle shackles made sure he wouldn’t run away. I put a small silver-colored box on the floor a few feet in front of him.

  “That’s a magitek box,” I said. “If you move to either side, or attempt to stand up, it will electrocute you. Do you understand?”

  He nodded enthusiastically, but managed to ask in an aggrieved tone, “Who are you?”r />
  “Oh, sorry. I’m Lieutenant Danica James, Metropolitan Police, and this is a raid.”

  The way his eyes widened told me that he was far more upset that I was a police officer than he would have been if I were a fellow crook.

  I sat down at the console, and using my cranial implant, jacked into the computer system. The first thing I checked was what my captive had been doing, then I patted myself on the back. He had been transferring funds from one of Ashvial’s bank accounts into a private account in Switzerland, and I was willing to bet it was a personal account that he owned. He wasn’t shy, either. The transfer was set up to move ninety million dollars.

  I immediately stopped the transfer and changed the passwords to both accounts. Then I accessed the rest of Ashvial’s accounts and did the same thing. After changing the passwords to the internal computer system, I locked the console and pulled my consciousness back into the real world. I would give the new access codes to the police’s forensic accountants, and let them take care of the detail work.

  I dragged my captive out of the soundproofed computer room and into the noise of the raid. Gunshots and the sounds of magikal weapons came from overhead, along with the snarls, roars, and screams of demons. I was still sore from my last fight with a demon, so I gladly turned away from the stairs.

  I hauled the computer genius out the door to a waiting paddy wagon and accepted a cup of coffee from a cop standing there. We discussed the weather for a while until all the noise inside stopped, then I went back in to supervise the arrest of the other humans and the cataloging of Ashvial’s business records.

  When I got the final tally of demons captured and killed, the numbers seemed small compared to how many I’d seen on my previous visits there. I figured some had escaped, and some had probably decided to find other living arrangements after Ashvial died.

  I did go up to his office on the second floor. I grabbed a couple of newbie detectives and took them with me. There weren’t too many humans who read demon, and most of them worked in research institutions, not for the police.

  When I walked in, the first thing I noticed was the statuette. I was a little surprised it was still there. The body of a woman—a human woman—with the head of a dragon. Sharp ridges ran from the top of her head between her horns, down her back to the tip of her tail, which was curled around her feet. She looked almost alive, as though her skin would be soft and warm. Her eyes were demon red, glowing, and just as when I’d seen her before, I felt as though they followed me.

  I pulled out my phone and called Kevin Goodman, head of the Arcane Forensics Branch.

  “Kevin, remember that house up by Pimlico? The drug house where the demons were massacred? Can you send the magik detector who was at the house that day over to Lucifer’s Lair? I have something I want her to look at.”

  After I hung up, one of the detectives with me said, “That thing isn’t alive, is it? I feel like it’s watching me.”

  “Yeah. I don’t know, but don’t touch it.”

  I started going through the papers in Ashvial’s desk and filing cabinets, handing them to the detectives with instructions on how to catalog them. We’d been at it for about an hour, when Kevin’s magik detector appeared at the door.

  “Lieutenant James? You wanted to see me?”

  “Yeah. Take a look at that.” I pointed to the statue.

  She sucked air, then cautiously approached it. I watched the young mage lick her lips, then extend her arm. She stopped with her hand a few inches away from the statue, held it there for a minute, then pulled her hand close to her body, and tucked it between her breast and armpit.

  “Well?” I asked.

  “That’s it,” she said. “That’s the magik I felt at the demon house that day.”

  I took a deep breath. “I had a feeling. I think we just closed that case. Thanks.”

  “What are you going to do with it?”

  “Now, that’s a question, isn’t it? Ward it and transport it out of here.”

  “Good luck,” she said, backing out of the room without taking her eyes off the statue.

  “Dani, wake up! It’s happened again!”

  I felt like I had just fallen asleep, and I was deep in a dream.

  “Dani, come on!” Kirsten grabbed my shoulder and shook me.

  I cracked an eye, and sure enough, it was still dark. Well, maybe a little light shone through my bedroom window.

  “Is the world coming to an end?” I muttered.

  “Maybe. Damn it, get the hell up!”

  She took hold of my arm and literally dragged me out of bed and into the kitchen where we had a large screen hooked to the datanet. The picture on the screen was of the Palace of Commerce in downtown Baltimore shortly after it was bombed.

  “What about it?” I asked, trying to pick up what the commentator was saying.

  “That’s not Baltimore,” Kirsten said. “It’s Prague. This morning.”

  At that point, I woke up and started listening to the announcer.

  “…Human Liberation Army, HLA, called media outlets and claimed responsibility for the bombing. Their website has a manifesto with a list of demands, and it threatens more mayhem to come. At this point, authorities have said nothing about casualties, but the bomb went off at ten o’clock in the morning local time when the building is usually full of people.”

  There were four different Palaces of Commerce, all tied together with a common computer system. The one in Baltimore had been destroyed a couple of weeks before, so only the ones in Buenos Aires and Nanking remained. All except the one in Nanking were built from the same set of plans, the buildings nearly identical.

  “I thought you said the Akiyama Family and Ashvial were responsible for the bombing here in Baltimore,” Kirsten said.

  “That’s what all the big Families and their intelligence services seem to think,” I answered. “No one has claimed responsibility for that, and the riots stopped when Ashvial died.”

  Not only had the riots stopped in the Mid-Atlantic but also in Pittsburgh, Atlanta, Charlotte, Detroit, and Kansas City. They continued in Vancouver, Dallas, and Mexico City—all cities under the influence of different demon lords.

  “I knew some HLA people at Cambridge,” Kirsten said. “Just a bunch of socialist idealists. I can’t imagine any of them committing mass murder.”

  I had never paid much attention to the HLA. I knew they opposed Rifters—especially demons—as well as magik users and the magikal hierarchy that controlled most of the world’s wealth and resources. I grabbed a keyboard and tried to check out their website, but got an error.

  Kirsten looked over my shoulder. “What does that mean?”

  “Either the amount of traffic crashed their server, or the authorities took it down,” I said.

  Chapter 2

  I spent the early part of the morning interrogating Ashvial’s business manager. Of course, he denied knowing anything about illegal activities, as though I would believe him. The number of demons in Earth’s realm who were not involved in something illegal numbered zero. If you worked for a demon, you had to know your paycheck was being generated from some kind of crime.

  My previous investigations had revealed that Ashvial was involved with the Akiyama Family, who were based in Japan and China. We found records of extensive phone calls and emails between Ashvial and Akiyama. Since demons didn’t use telephones or computers, some human had to be Ashvial’s proxy, and I wasn’t buying the business manager’s denials.

  “I swear, I was under the demon’s influence,” he said for the dozenth time. “I’m not responsible for anything he did.”

  With a shrug, I said, “Okay. You stick to your story, and I’m sure the judge won’t sentence you to more than fifty years. We take a very dim view of human trafficking, and your approval on those invoices is all I need to convict you.” I started packing up all the paper I had brought with me to the interrogation room. “Too bad. If you cooperated, I’m sure I could get that sentence cut in hal
f. But there’s no way you’re getting off. I’ve never been to Antarctica, but I hear the prison in the Yukon is a lot nicer, at least in the summer.”

  We had found evidence that Ashvial was moving huge quantities of Rifter drugs in addition to trafficking thousands of human beings. The boys in the Missing Persons unit in the basement of the police station were going to clear a large portion of their cases due to the business manager’s meticulous records.

  As I stood, the business manager broke. When he started talking, I sent a summons to my partner, Mychal Novak, to come in and supervise the man’s confession. I had a different but related investigation to attend to. I grabbed my motorcycle and rode out to the Findlay estate north of the city.

  A few weeks before, my boss, Deputy Police Commissioner Thomas Whittaker, had assigned me to look into the disappearance of a friend’s daughter. In doing so, I had uncovered evidence that Martin Johansson, head of one of the Hundred most powerful magikal families, was involved in the human trade, and that one of his partners was the demon lord Ashvial.