“So…” Lee leaned his hand on his chin, “run all that past me again… what?”
They were sitting on a park bench, alone. Adelaide looked around them, making sure they were alone.
“I don’t understand it all myself,” she hissed, “my mum wasn’t really happy filling me in with all the details. She was a little guilty I think, and upset.”
“You have a sister you didn’t know about,” Lee nodded, “that much I got. But why not?”
“My Mum divorced before she married my dad,” Adelaide said, “her first husband moved away with my step-sister to another country. My mum wouldn’t say why she got divorced in the first place, but from what I can gather she was really upset about my sister going with him. I think that’s why she’s never mentioned it to me.”
“Right,” Lee put his head to one side, “and you feel a little betrayed that she never told you this?”
“You do,” Lee said, “wasn’t a question. You forget I can see it in your head.”
Adelaide scowled. Talking to Lee was occasionally very annoying. It was like having a conversation with yourself.
“Well sure,” Adelaide murmured, “maybe I do feel a little bit betrayed. I mean I’m sure I would have wanted to meet my sister if I’d known she existed.”
“Well,” Lee frowned, “I don’t know. She’s a multiple murderer after all…”
Adelaide’s eyes widened and she nodded hurriedly. Explaining it to Lee, she’d forgotten momentarily that her sister was the Knight. Lee was trying to make light of it, but she could tell he was scared. Adelaide had spent as little time around her newfound ‘sister’ as she could. She didn’t feel safe, and she was human. Meeting up with Lee like this felt considerably more dangerous. She leaned forward, glancing around the park again and seeing the lurking form of the Knight behind every shrub.
“Yeah,” Adelaide whispered, “Lee, what the hell are we going to do about it? Are you sure it was her? I mean, I know I was wrong to doubt you over the whole Julian thing, but is there a chance you were wrong when you read her mind?”
“Nope,” Lee shook his head gravely, “I checked and double-checked and it’s definitely her. Her mind was… stained. Wasn’t pretty. There was a burning rage in there… she hates super-humans, for some reason I couldn’t quite find.”
“Right,” Adelaide stroked her chin, “did you get a chance to look at the Director’s mind? See her reasons for hiring the Knight?”
“I tried,” Lee said, “but honestly, I think she might have had experience of psychics before, or some kind of… I don’t know. I’m pretty sure she’s a normal, you don’t become Director of anything government related if you’re super-human; but entering her mind was like walking into a brick wall. She’s set up some sort of psychic barrier to stop anyone from prying. I think she knows my power, maybe she prepared herself. You can stop a psychic if you try hard enough, but it’s pretty tough. Most people can’t do it and talk at the same time.”
Adelaide nodded and stared down at her hands in thought. Eventually she threw her head back and groaned.
“Now the Knight’s in my house it’s going to be even easier for her to find my grandfather’s notes,” she said, “this just gets worse and worse… for the first time I could actually use the rest of the team’s help and they’ve all run off! Have you managed to convince Francis I’m not the worst person in the entire universe yet?”
“No,” Lee said, “apparently I’ve slipped into the second place slot. He won’t even talk to me. Breakfast was like hell, I can tell you. He blames me as much as you for not telling him.”
There was a pause. Lee shifted uncomfortably on his chair.
“I don’t think he really believes you hate super-humans,” he muttered eventually, “but I do think not telling him you were working for the Director all along was the bit that really stung. He likes you, you know, though his grumpy exterior may not suggest it. Also he trusts you, and I suppose it must have really hurt to know you were hiding stuff. Weird as it sounds, Francis considers himself joint founder in a small sense, and the fact there was stuff about the team he didn’t know was not pleasant.”
“I don’t know whether to be annoyed, weirded out or…” Adelaide struggled for words.
“Keeping in mind I know that’s a lie,” Lee winked, “seeing as I can tell exactly what you are feeling.”
Adelaide punched him on the shoulder, but only lightly. Then she dangled her hand off the side of the bench and gazed forlornly around the park.
“It doesn’t matter in the end,” she sighed, “because our first priority is the Knight. What are we going to do? We can’t tell the police, we have no evidence. We’ll just have to find some way of stopping her.”
“I think the best thing we can do is find your grandfather’s notes,” Lee pursed his lips, “before the Knight can. Where do you think they are?”
“I’ve been thinking about their location,” Adelaide said, “and searching all through our collections of old stuff. I haven’t found anything, but I do have a really faint memory that might be useful. When I first heard about the notes I thought that I’d seen something like them before, and the more I think about it the more I reckon I know were they are. The problem is I can’t quite pinpoint it.”
A bark of a laugh startled her and she looked up. Lee’s grin spanned his face with ease, and looked in danger of bursting off the sides and spilling down his shirtfront.
“Why didn’t you say so before?” He grinned, “I know just the person who can help you with that. I mean, you’re not going to like it, but he can help.”