Up in Smoke - Katie MacAlister [52]
“I think it’s a coincidence that’s hard to overlook,” Maata said.
I agreed, and jerked the car off the exit at the last minute, scattering apologies as Cyrene squawked.
Chapter Sixteen
“Do you know the way to Fiat’s house?” I asked Maata as we careened around a corner, zipping around the outskirts of the town.
“I’ve never been there, no. But I know it looks over the lake and has an extensive underground structure.”
“Where there’s a lake and underground structures, there are tunnels and grottoes,” my twin said, straightening her clothing.
“I’m inclined to think the back way is easier to get into,” I agreed, pulling up to a stop at a gas station. “Let’s see if we can get an address for Fiat; then we’ll tackle him from the lake side.”
Fifty euros later, we were on our way around to the far side of the lake, where the man Maata had bribed into talking had said the very wealthy Signor Blu lived. We stopped before we got to the house, leaving the car pulled off into a nearby cul-de-sac, then carefully picked our way through a large house’s exquisitely manicured lawn to reach the lakeside.
“See anything that says ‘secret entrance to subterranean passage’?” I asked Cyrene as she stood at the water’s edge. My voice was hushed, since it was early evening and conceivably residents might pop outside for a breath of fresh air. And since the area around the lake was populated with very expensive homes, security systems were sure to be bountiful.
“Not a thing.” Cyrene frowned down at the water. “I can feel an underground stream, though. Not the feed that comes from my spring—that’s up north. This is something different, running deeper. And it’s tainted, too. Oh, goddess, what have I done to this poor lake?”
“Now is not the time to suffer regrets; now is the time to find the tunnel or whatever it is to get us into the bowels of Fiat’s house,” I murmured, tugging her along the shoreline.
“Before we go any farther, why don’t I slip up to the house and see if the sports car is there?” Maata asked in a soft voice. “If it’s not, there’s no sense in spending time trying to get in.”
“Smart thinking,” Cyrene said, giving me a quelling look. “Why didn’t you think of that, Mayling?”
“I did. I just figured it would be worthwhile to get a peek at Fiat’s house regardless of whether the supposed Baltic is there or not.”
“Really? Why?” Cy asked as Maata melted into the night.
I clutched Cy’s arm and carefully skirted around a lit dock. “Because Aisling said that someone who had Baltic’s books was living in Fiat’s basement. Kind of makes you wonder, hmm?”
“Very suspicious,” she agreed.
It took us about twenty-five minutes to find what we were looking for. Maata had returned to report that she could see no cars whatsoever outside of Fiat’s house, which could mean anything, or nothing.
“Here,” Cyrene said, pointing down at the earth. “It’s here. There’s an input to a cavern directly below us. I can feel the flow of the stream.”
“I don’t see anything.” I said, looking around. We were at the edge of Fiat’s property, right up against a tall hedge that marked the boundary between his yard and that of his neighbor. “Where is it?”
“Right here, below us.” Cyrene made an impatient noise as Maata and I peered into the hedge. “No, in the water below us.”
“An underground entrance? Gotcha,” I said, slipping off my leather jacket and tucking it away in the hedge. “Very clever of Fiat. The water’s bound to be cold, but we should be able to handle a quick dip. You lead, Cy, and we’ll follow.”
Cyrene shed her coat and hat, wading into the water with a sharp exclamation. “Chilly!”
“We’ll warm up as soon as we’re out of the water,” I told her, about to follow when Maata grasped my arm.
“May . . .”
“Hmm?” I turned back to look at her. Her face was troubled as she watched Cyrene dive into the cold water of the lake.
“I . . . there’s something you should know about silver dragons.”
“You can’t swim?” I asked, making a wild guess.
“No. We don’t like water. It’s not our element.