a condition of mercy | chapter eleven

Up in his rooms, Shane breaks the seal and reads Ilya’s message. It’s even shorter than the last one. We never got around to dinner. 18 Chester Street, Belgravia

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a condition of mercy | chapter ten

“Who is that,” Miles says suddenly, standing up straighter. Rose looks. She expected a man, one of the pretty ones with dark hair that Miles favours, but instead she sees a woman. This one is tall and slim, in a dark green dress with almost no ornamentation, because all of that is in her sparkling necklace and earrings. Her auburn ringlets are pinned up to better appreciate the line of her neck. Rose cannot tear her eyes from the woman’s face. Strong brow, large eyes, full mouth. “My god, you’re blushing,” Miles observes. Rose frowns at him, then looks down at her wine. “Am I? It must be the wine.”

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we were born with sun in our teeth

los angeles, 1988

“Shane Hollander,” Ilya says slowly.

He freezes. “What?”

“You are Shane Hollander, yes? International Prospect Cup, 1980. You were Canadian Captain,” Ilya stands, holding out a hand to help Shane up. He touches his chest. “Ilya Rozanov. Soviet Captain.”

For several seconds, Shane doesn’t know what to say. His thoughts are a mess, with pieces of his life (his former life, the one he doesn’t like to think about) mixing in with the investigation and the lingering attraction and shame.

“You play hockey?” Is what he says, because he’s looking at this guy with his sleeveless, cropped t-shirt and low slung denim cutoffs. He’s got the bulk of a hockey player, but he’s burnished by the sun and he was passing around a joint earlier.

“Not so much now,” Ilya shrugs.

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a condition of mercy | chapter nine

“How do you test them?” Ilya asks, even though he suspects the answer and does not like it. “On myself.” “That is dangerous, no?” Shane hesitates, and Ilya frowns. “I’ve been sick once or twice, but nothing serious. I’m very careful.” Ilya reaches out and puts his hand on Shane’s jaw, keeping it there as he leans over to inspect the contents of the cupboard. He can feel Shane leaning into his palm, twisting so that his mouth is under Ilya’s hand instead. Ilya is distracted by the neatness of Shane’s handwriting on all the containers, but that vanishes as soon as Shane’s teeth scrape against his thumb. “You want attention?” Ilya asks plainly.

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a condition of mercy | chapter eight

The first chance he gets, Shane jumps into the conversation. “Say, was there someone else with you?” “Oh, yes, where did he go?” Rose says. “You should meet him, Shane, I think you’d get along. Svetlana, what did you say his name was again?” “Ilya. He left. Do not feel bad, this is very typical of him. He never says goodbye,” she replies, and Shane can hear his pulse thudding in his ears. He was definitely not hallucinating.

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a condition of mercy | chapter seven

“You are late again,” Ilya drawls, leaning upside-down over the back of the sofa to look at Shane. There’s a click as he shuts his pocket watch. Shane checked the time before he left, and knows exactly how long it takes to get from his dorm in Balliol to the boathouse. “I am not. I’m five minutes early!” “I was already here, which means you are late. Sorry,” Ilya replies, which makes no sense at all.

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a condition of mercy | chapter six

He watches the streets pass by through the window of the hansom cab and wonders where on earth Baker Street is. Some masochistic part of him wants to show up there first, just to see Hollander. Ilya is desperate to know if those sketches of him printed in the illustrated news are accurate. But he is here to work. There have been no further updates in the paper regarding the forgery case, so Ilya figures he has a bit of time. Distracting Shane Hollander will come later.

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a condition of mercy | chapter five

“Ah, Mr. Hollander, early as usual.” “Good morning, Mr. Hunter.” “I take it that your counterpart has not arrived yet?” Shane pauses at the rack of foils. “He isn’t—it’s not like that.” “All I meant was that you’re the most evenly matched duellers I’ve ever coached. Wouldn’t you agree?” “No,” says Ilya Rozanov, striding through the doors into the hall and tossing his coat onto a chair. Unlike Shane, he’s arrived with his fencing jacket already on, though mostly unbuttoned. He smirks at Shane, then bows extravagantly at Mr. Hunter. “I am better. Hollander has yet to beat me this term. Both here and in classroom.”

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we were born with sun in our teeth

Further out, a few people are catching waves. Shane’s attention locks on a broad shouldered figure, his golden hair glinting in the late afternoon light. He’s riding the wave like it’s an extension of himself, smooth and powerful. “You aren’t there yet,” Rose says. Her smile is complicated. “Ilya’s a force of nature.”

In 1988, cold case detective Shane Hollander is brought down to LA to consult on a series of bank robberies by a group known as the Comrades. Shane goes undercover to infiltrate the tight-knit surfing community in Malibu and gets more than he bargained for, leading him to reconsider all the choices he's made in life since he gave up on hockey.

“I have been called away on business to London. I may be gone for several months,” Ilya puts a hand in his pocket. The silver pocket watch he keeps there is cold against his fingertips. He remembers having it engraved four years ago, when he finally accepted that he had lost his old one back in Oxford and would never be getting it back.

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London, 1906

The most recent edition of a mathematics journal that Shane subscribes to is on the window seat. He wanders over to it to browse the table of contents. His copy has yet to arrive in the post. Flipping the cover, the words become a blur but for one line.

Rozanov, I., A Note on the Theorem Concerning Artificial Singularities

Sometimes, it feels as though Shane is being haunted.

a condition of mercy

London, 1906

Famed consulting detective Shane Hollander is hired by Countess Rose Landry to solve the mystery of her husband’s murder. But the case is only a small thread in a complex web of crime connected to some of the most powerful people in Europe. A web which Shane is determined to unravel.

His single-minded focus is upended by the reappearance of his university rival and secret ex-lover, Ilya Rozanov, now a renowned mathematician with a mysterious source of income. Ilya claims to be in London to give a series of lectures, but Shane suspects that Ilya is using his intelligence for more than just theory.

The magnetic pull between them is just as strong as ever, and Shane’s search for the truth is at war with his selfish desire to keep Ilya out of trouble and all to himself.

Or, Sherlock and Moriarty but they’re having sex the whole time.