Julian Files is a book set in the past of In the Company of Shadows. DO NOT READ JULIAN FILES IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED THROUGH FADE!
MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ICOS!
Julian Files by Ais
Friday May 13, 2005
Carlisle Windsor School, All Saints neighborhood
“That child is there again.”
The man said it flatly, and Boyd got nervous. He ducked back into the hallway, wondering if he was in trouble now.
He hadn’t meant to see the man again, but the man and his friend always went to one of the back classrooms in the unused building on the corner of campus. Since Austin put Boyd’s backpacks in weird places like that, Boyd always had to go there before he left. He’d done his best to stay quiet and unseen like always but he must have done something wrong.
Boyd was just debating if it was worse to go home without his backpack and have his mother angry with him or to interrupt the man and his friend, when he realized a third, very tall man had come up behind him.
Boyd’s heart clenched. He looked up and up and up, into angry eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Boyd said, not knowing yet what he’d done wrong but thinking it was probably good to let them know right away he knew it was his fault.
“Bring her in,” said the man inside.
The tall man grabbed Boyd’s shoulder—it hurt—and pushed him ahead of him into the room. Once inside, Boyd saw the man’s friend was looking surprised.
And now that he was closer, Boyd realized he knew who the man was. It was Mr. Cole, Austin’s father. Boyd had seen him pick Austin up from school sometimes but it was always far away. Mr. Cole wore a hat and different kind of clothing here in the back room than he ever did in public, so Boyd hadn’t recognized him until he was close.
“Are you sure about this?” asked the friend, but Mr. Cole was peering at Boyd.
“Who is she?” he demanded.
“I don’t know.” The very tall man shook Boyd. “Who are you?”
Boyd twisted the hem of his shirt between his fingers, and shyly, guiltily, looked up at Mr. Cole through his eyebrows. “I’m Boyd Beaulieu, sir. I’m sorry to bother you. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Mr. Cole’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Beaulieu? I know that name. As in that woman Vivienne?”
“That’s my mother, sir.”
Mr. Cole’s friend swore, which made Mr. Cole frown at him.
“It’s fine,” Mr. Cole said.
“No, it isn’t!” hissed the friend, and moved closer to Mr. Cole. He and Mr. Cole got into a quiet conversation but even though they may have thought Boyd couldn’t hear, he could.
“That bitch doesn’t know when to hold her tongue,” the friend growled under his breath. “And she’s too astute. For a damn spy, she reports everything. You know how much trouble she’s caused some of the parents already? If she finds out—”
“What will she do?” Mr. Cole watched his friend closely. “Whine about her inferiority?”
“But what if she—”
“You think I fear that harpy? You think she’s more powerful than I am?” Mr. Cole’s voice dropped dangerously. He leaned closer to the friend.
The friend leaned back. “Of course not.”
Mr. Cole relaxed a little. “That’s the right answer. She is nothing. She is no one.”
“But between her and the father—”
“I know of him. I research all the players and find their weak points. He’s a hack reporter no one listens to at a pathetic local rag in in Crandall Park. Crandall Park. They couldn’t afford an office in Financial, or at least Lincoln Square, and you’re worried about them? I have ways of suppressing the media. Their voice will be silenced, like the rest.”
“But his specialty—”
“If either of the Beaulieus try anything, they will learn their place.”