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    â€œWhat’s this?” She jerks her head at the table, which is now completely covered with reports, maps, and my own notes.
    â€œResearch.”
    â€œA cleaving?” she asks, the edge in her voice honed to a blade.
    â€œNo, actually.” Del’s aversion to cleaving is going to be a problem if word gets out. Bringing her onto my team might be the only way to cover for her. “A special project for the Consort.”
    Even though Lattimer said this was secret, I don’t feel right keeping it from Del. It’s not as if she’s talking to anyone.
    She shrugs and pokes her head into the fridge, looking for food.
    â€œIt’s about Monty,” I say. She goes rigid. “They want me to find the Free Walkers he was working with during the anomaly.”
    â€œCan’t find what doesn’t exist,” she says.
    â€œBut they do .” I tap the papers in front of me. “According to this, there are cells of Free Walkers all over the world. They’re like . . . termites . . . or something, eating away at the Consort.”
    â€œAnd you’re the exterminator.” She flings the words like an accusation.
    I flush. I’m doing what I was raised to do. What every Walker is called to do. Protect the Key World. “I’m just locating them,” I say. “Enforcement will handle the rest.”
    â€œHandle,” she says, fingers curving into air quotes. “I’m sure.”
    â€œWhat should I do, Del? The Consort asked me to help because they think Monty was in cahoots with the cell in this area. Should I tell them we lied? Tell them about Simon? Let them interview Amelia?”
    â€œNo!” She jerks back as if I’ve slapped her. “We promised. ”
    â€œThis is the best way I know to cover our trail. And if it helps the Key World . . .”
    â€œIt helps the Consort,” she says. “Quit mixing them up. Was it Lattimer who asked you?”
    â€œIt was the whole Consort,” I reply. She’s curious. I can use this. We need to find her something else to focus on, like I told Eliot. She needs to think about something other than Simon. The Consort hasn’t reinstated Del yet. If I can convince Lattimer that Del’s insights into Monty are vital, he might let her help. She can work through her grief and impress the Consort at the same time, helping her case. Everybody wins. Everything is fixed.
    â€œWhat did they offer you?” she asks.
    â€œExcuse me?”
    â€œLattimer always offers something. What did he promise you?”
    I’m reluctant to say it. Like tossing a coin into a fountain, I’m worried speaking my wish out loud will keep it from coming true. But superstition is a weakness, and I refuse to fall prey. Work brings what you want, not wishing.
    â€œFirst Chair.”
    Even Del—jaded, weary, practically catatonic Del—is surprised by that. Her eyebrows arch, her lips purse.
    â€œI can pick my own team next year if I do this. I can bring you in. Guarantee we work with Eliot.”
    She softens at that, and I press harder. “Monty told you things he didn’t share with anyone else. If we work together, we can find out who he worked with.”
    â€œWe know who he worked with,” she says. “Rose. And Simon’s dad.”
    â€œThey weren’t the only Free Walkers working this area. They had a whole network back then, and the Consort didn’t catch everyone. There are still Free Walkers out there. We could find them.”
    Something flickers in the hazel of her eyes, a flash of gold-green that makes me nervous and gives me hope all at once. But it vanishes, a trick of the light, and she slumps against the counter.
    â€œI could really use your help,” I say, one last attempt. Six months ago I would have laughed at the idea, but now it’s true, and no one is more surprised than I am. Del could be an amazing Walker, if she