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Columbia University
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
4:02am

It's about four in the morning, that dead time even in college dorms, when the door to Mark's room softly creaks open.

Leland's moving carefully in the near-darkness, stepping lightly across the somewhat cluttered floor; it's almost soundless when he pulls the chair away from the computer desk, settles slowly into it. His hand is steady as he reaches to turn off the speakers before waking up the computer.

The screen, once it powers up, is the strongest light source in the room.

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As Jonathan moves, Leland's hand dives for the mouse, and the screen blanks itself.

"I could ask you the same question," he says with shaky bravado. "You're not even supposed to be on campus. I could call Security."

"Except you're not gonna," says Andrew evenly. "Because if you do they'll hear all about why you're here. And I'm pretty sure they'd take a dim view."

"Turn the screen back on, Leland. Let's all have a look."

There's no good cop here at the moment. Good Cop has left the building.

Andrew steps away from Jonathan, moving closer to Leland and simultaneously blocking any avenue of flight.

Leland looks back and forth between them.

"Look, I don't know what you think you know --"

"Oh, yes you do", Jonathan says calmly. "Except it's not what we think we know."

"Only part I'm not sure of yet is where you're getting your supply of hysk. Whether you know the maker or you've got some go-between."

Andrew's voice is steady and pitiless.

"Either way, you're hooked through the frontal lobes yourself."

He starts badly at the word hysk.

"It's not like that," he objects weakly.

"Sure it is. You stop taking it, you wind up like Mark and all the others. Sounds like hooked to me."

"Except Mark didn't quite wind up like all the others, did he."

Another step, and he's resting one hand on the edge of the desk.

"Because Mark never stopped taking it. Mark got an overdose."

Leland's forced to look up at him, now, and he's shrinking back in the chair; his hands slide off the armrests and down to his sides.

Through his teeth: "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You wanted to know if he was ever coherent."

Lethally quiet.

"What were you afraid he'd say, Leland?"

"Your name?" Jonathan backs him up. "Or did he know something else?"

"Or was it maybe something to do with what you talked about the night before he lost his mind? When he came to talk to you?"

Andrew looks at the computer.

"Whatever it was, I'm guessing it's why you're here now."

Back and forth his gaze flicks between the two of them, back and forth.

"You're out of your minds," he manages.

"No, Leland, we're not", Jonathan says calmly. "Or you wouldn't be panicking right now."

"There's no way you can prove anything --" It's angry, with fear struggling beneath it.

"The cops would never believe us anyway, not once we got to the Sulcaric part. We're just here to make it stop."

Incredibly, Leland starts to smile. Scornful, and bitter, but a smile nonetheless.

"Make it stop how? Do you have the slightest fucking idea how this even works?"

"Little bit."

Andrew's not smiling. Not at all.

"Somewhere in this town there's a Sulcar demon with an oversupply of hysk. Maybe he hasn't got any young of his own to feed it to, maybe he's producing more than they need, I don't know. But either through a middleman or directly, he gets it to you, and you sell it to college kids as a brain-booster. And they get smarter, and if they try to quit they get a whole lot deader."

His lip curls.

"And you get richer."

"We know what's going to happen if we stop you dealing", Jonathan says quietly. "But we can't let you carry on bringing more people into it."

The smile splinters and falls to pieces, but what comes out of it is a choked, bitter laugh.

"I get richer. Oh yeah. That's why I'm still living in campus housing. This, this is the fucking lap of luxury here."

He's shaking his head, still laughing. "You've got no clue at all."

"Maybe not."

He takes a step back, hands loose and empty at his sides.

"Did Mark have a clue? Is that what went wrong?"

"You wanna know what went wrong?" Leland's shoulders rise and fall with a heavy breath. "You really wanna know? Fine."

He turns the chair more directly toward them, his hands flattening on the armrests again.

"Mark came to blackmail me. He put it all together, about the breakdowns and how they were all customers of mine who quit buying. He said he'd expose me. Stop me taking any new customers, just like you said. Except he had an 'unless.'"

His mouth twists again. "Unless I supplied him free of charge for as long as he wanted, and started splitting the take with him. His words."

"So you decided to get him out of the way, didn't you?" Jonathan says grimly. "You gave him an overdose."