In Shadow - Ch 12 - Disreputable Youth

Genie had slept on the train ride down to Willow Creek.

She'd been there only once before, in the summer before university, on a party trip with friends. So, her memories of Willow Creek mostly involved warm, sultry nights spent dancing to jazz music, eating Cajun food and drinking way too much. 

Still, she always thought of it as a place of lush greenery, warm hospitality and a kind of understated grandeur and mystery that stood in stark contrast to Windenburg's stuffy antique nobility and San My's bright, noisy modernity.

That quiet grandeur and mystery, especially the mystery, had always been reflected by the Goth family and their ancestral home - Ophilia Villa. Looking at the old mansion, Genie could well imagine Miranda's mom, the famous Cassie Goth, growing up here.

The woman who answered the black door of that dark house couldn't have fit the image less. From her flame-red hair and easy smile to her rumpled, casual clothes, Morgan Goth, née Fyres, certainly didn't look grand or mysterious. She had the warm hospitality down, though.

"Ms. Elderberry?" she asked. 

"Yes," Genie nodded. "Thank you for agreeing to speak with me."

"Of course," Morgan smiled. "Please come in."

"Can I get you anything?' Morgan continued. "Coffee? Tea? We have some fresh beignet... a personal weakness. My diet would be thrilled if you helped eat some."

"I'm fine, thanks. I had breakfast at the station," Genie said, though the idea of fresh pastry that didn't taste like the plastic bag it came in was making her regret that. Still, nerves had her stomach unsettled enough she didn't think she could eat. 

"Oh, of course," Morgan smiled. "How was your trip down? I heard on the news this morning about this fog in the mountains."

"We had some delays, I guess," Genie nodded, remembering the thick fog that had slowed the train as they moved through the Granite Mountains last night. She hadn't been able to see anything out of the window. Someone had said the fog extended from Henford all the way up to Evergreen Harbor. 

"I'm sorry. I'm rambling," Morgan said with a little laugh. "I do that when I get nervous. You said on the phone you wanted to talk about Max V... This is for an article for the Herald?"

"Partially," Genie said. "It's also a bit personal. You see... he's my uncle."

"Elderberry! Of course, you're Luna's daughter," Morgan gasped. "I'm sorry. I should have remembered. Really please do come in. We'll sit down and talk. I'll try to tell you everything I can." 

"Xander, this is Ms. Elderberry," Morgan said to the pale, serious looking man, as they took a seat with him on the long couch. 

"Genie, please," Genie put in.

"Genie, this is my husband, Xander Goth," Morgan said, adding, "I told you she'd be coming this morning."

So, this was the reclusive Alexander Goth, Genie thought, famous tech developer and younger brother of superstar Cassie Goth. He didn't look like the typical head of one of the oldest and wealthiest families in the Republic, but the Goths were anything but typical.

"Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Goth," Genie said. "I know your niece, Miranda."

"You're a reporter from the City Herald," Xander said, making it clear it wasn't a question. "You want to interview Morgan about Max V."

"My disreputable youth," Morgan smiled.

"I won't tolerate you dragging my wife's good name though the gutter," Xander said fiercely.

"Xander," Morgan said, soothingly.

"That isn't my intention at all, Mr. Goth," Genie put in, firmly. "If anything, it's my family's name that I want dragged through the gutter. My uncle Max is a criminal and he's threatening my friends, including your niece. I intend to I do whatever I can to put a stop to him... but to do that I need to understand him." 

"Any plan that involves taking down Max V is a good plan," Morgan said earnestly. 

"Can't disagree with that," Xander said, unconsciously rubbing his hand across his chest, just below his heart, as if to soothe an old ache.

"So, let's get started," Morgan said. "Genie, how do you want to do this?"

"If you don't mind, just begin at the beginning," Genie said. "How did you get involved with Max?"

"Oh, that goes way back," Morgan began. "We started out a bunch of dumb punk teens in Windenburg. Me, Ulrike, Wolfgang, and Max.  We thought we were so cool, with our little gang of renegades, bosses of the Bathe de Rill. That's how it started out... just a bunch of kids making trouble. Max was the youngest, but he was always the brains.

"As time went on, and no one stopped us, things started to escalate. Pranks and bullying turned into something more. Max had Ulrike and me stealing stuff out of lockers and Wolfgang beating people up if they didn't pay. After he pounded on a few, most people paid up. Wolfgang was always Max's muscle. Max's loyal henchman.

"Because Max was our leader. He told us what to do and handled the money, selling the stuff we stole and passing out our shares of the take and the 'protection money' Wolfgang collected. 

"I was totally in his thrall, in those days. He has this... charm... when he wants to use it. He could convince me to do anything... and he did. 

"We'd been sneaking in beers since the start. Somewhere along the lines that turned into selling them. That turned into then selling pot and having little parties in the locker rooms. I don't really know when Max started charging guys for hooking up with me and Ulrike. When I realized it, I got mad, but he just handed us our share of the take and smiled. Stupid kid that I was, I would do anything for that smile. Even that.

"So that was pretty much how I spent my teen years... stealing, dealing and hooking for Max V."

"Was he working for the Altos then?" Genie asked.

"Back then, Max didn't work for anyone but Max," Morgan said. "When we started out, we were pretty small time, and he was able to use the Villareal name and his father's reputation to keep his independence from the local crews.

"Eventually, we expanded beyond Bathe de Rill. Max was working his way up in our little corner of Windenburg. He started arranging "dates" for me, or Ulrike, with prominent local figures and then threatened them with the pictures after. He was collecting protection from businesses, clubs and restaurants around Lykke Centre, and forming his own little smuggling ring moving stolen goods through the harbor. 

"That was when he started attracting attention from the Families, but Max was Max. He was never anything but absolutely sure of himself. For a while at least, he managed it... staying independent and doing deals with representatives of both the Altos and the Landgraabs, playing the big Families against each other."

"Do you remember any of the people he dealt with?" Genie asked. "Anyone from the Families he might have had close ties to?"

"I do. I wish I didn't," Morgan grimaced. "There was Marco Tennari. He was an underboss for the Altos back then. Then there was a drug dealer, George Tobar. A real slimeball."

"You said Max stayed independent 'for a while,'" Genie prompted, clearly seeing that Morgan wasn't comfortable saying any more about either of those men.

"Yeah, he couldn't keep it up forever," Morgan smiled ruefully. "Looking back, I think he knew it too, but he wasn't willing to give in. His father, Jacques Villareal, had managed to keep himself independent of the Families and Max wasn't about to fail where his father succeeded. 

"So, he did something unexpected. He offered his services to someone else entirely. I still remember that meeting, at a crumbling old estate in Windslar... Max dressed in his best and looking confident, with Wolfgang at his side looking tough, and Ulrike and me, dressed in white, like some kind of virgin sacrifices. I remember thinking that was kind of funny at the time."

"Who? Who did he do a deal with?" Genie asked eagerly.

For a moment, she thought Morgan wouldn't answer. Then, with a deep breather she said softly, "Count Vladislaus Straud and the Dark Court."

"Oh," Genie said. "Who?"

Xander laughed, the first time Genie had seen him not scowling since she'd arrived. It was nice but a bit embarrassing, which must have been obvious to him.

"Sorry," he said. "We shouldn't be surprised you haven't heard of them. They don't exactly advertise."

"I've heard of Count Straud," Genie said. "Miranda mentioned him once when... Well, anyway wasn't he implicated when the Landgraab Syndicate was taken down a few years ago."

"He was," Xander nodded. "But Count Straud didn't work for the Landgraabs. If anything, it was the other way around."

"So, who is he and what's the Dark Court?" Genie asked.

"That really depends on who you ask," Xander said wryly.

"And how much you're prepared to believe," Morgan added cautiously.

"The simplest answer is that the Dark Court is a group of decadent old aristocrats and their retainers," Xander explained. "They trace their origins back to the fall of the First Empire. Their leaders claim to be members of the oldest noble families in the realm, going back in the Dark Ages. 

"These days, they're mostly concerned with their own pleasure, wealth and security," he continued, "and they're involved with the Families. In fact, since the Families claim to be descendants of the knightly classes of the Empire, they have historical ties to the Dark Court."

"We might be getting off topic," Morgan suggested. "What important is that the Dark Court are a secretive, influential and dangerous group... powerful enough to deal with the Families as equals and wicked enough to want to. They consider themselves above the law and, for all practical purposes, they're not wrong."

"So, Max works for the Dark Court and Count Straud?" Genie asked.

"He did," Morgan said. "I don't know if he still does. I haven't spoken to Max in years."

"How did you get away from him? How did you get out?" Genie wondered.

"I got arrested," Morgan said brightly. "Served two years for blackmail. After I got out, I managed to stay straight, keep out of it all, and eventually met this guy."

"That wasn't exactly a storybook ending," Xander said ruefully.

"What part of my life sounds like a storybook?" Morgan smiled. "I take my happy endings where I find them. 

"Anyway, I'm not sure if any of that helps you, Genie," Morgan added. "Like I said, I really don't know what Max has been doing for the past few years. The fall of the Landgraab Syndicate, and the arrest of Nick Alto, will have shaken up that world a lot. Still, it wouldn't surprise me if he's still working for the Dark Court. They've survived centuries of upheavals."

"It helps," Genie said. "I'm not sure how yet, but the more I know, the more it helps."

"Word of advice, Ms. Elderberry," Xander said. "If you're going to keep looking into these men, and especially into the Dark Court, watch yourself. They're very powerful and very, very dangerous." 

"I'll be careful," Genie said, already considering her next steps to learn more about Marco Tennari, George Tobar, Count Straud and the mysterious Dark Court.

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Author's Note: Because I have too many friends in the Society for Creative Anachronism, I feel the need to say this... The Sims 4 doesn't exactly have a lot of historically accurate Dark Ages attire (there is some fan made custom content, but I've had bad luck with it not playing well with my graphics card). I do the best I can with what I have. Besides since Xander, Morgan and Genie were not there during the Dark Ages, and certainly no one there had a camera, if you prefer you can consider the image of the Court "an imaginative representation" of the scene. :) 

In Shadow - Ch 11 - What Would Mariah Do?

Crap, Genie thought. Crap, crap, crap.

Her rush of temper had carried her out her mother's office and back into the Old City. Now, wandering the cobblestone streets, her anger faded, leaving a vague uncertainty in its place. 

It had been stupid to think her mom would help. All she'd ever wanted from Genie was for her eldest daughter to be quiet ("this is a very important meeting, Genevieve"), be polite ("he is a very important donor, Genevieve"), be pretty ("you have to do something about your hair, Genevieve") and sit still for the cameras ("this is for your father's campaign, Genevieve").

Alright, Genie thought, fine. Now what do I do? What would Mariah do? 

She'd take charge and kick ass. I can do that.

First step...

"Be it ever so humble," Genie muttered. It was an old joke, and not a very good one.

Riding the ferry across the bay to the Crumbling Isle (a misnamed place, she thought, home to the estates of Windenburg's wealthy and powerful), she realized that she'd been avoiding going back.

Looking at the old mansion, she remembered the fateful evening a year ago when she'd brought Mariah and Aadi here. It had been a simple plan - get grand-père's files, lock up Nick Alto and free Mariah from her ties to the gangsters. That should have been the end of things.

Well, if at first you don't succeed... 

"Good afternoon, Ms. Geneiveve," Stephens greeted her.

The family butler, Stephens had been a fixture of the house for as long as Genie could remember. Trained in the old traditions of service, he cooked, cleaned, greeted guests, managed the house and oversaw the staff of maids and gardeners who came in daily. Tireless, unflappable and always stiffly formal, Genie's sister, Blair (or had it been Debra?), had, more than once, suggested he was actually a robot.

"We were not expecting you," Stephens continued.

"No, sorry," Genie said, putting on a courteous smile. "Kind of a spur of the moment thing. Are my sisters here?"

"I believe Ms. Debra and Ms. Blair are in the media room," Stephens replied. "Ms. Kassidy is in the dining room."

"Have you seen or heard anything from my Uncle Max?" Genie said. 

"I have not," Stephens replied, his disdain for Max Villareal evident even though his formal tones. 

Genie found herself suddenly wondering why. Surely Stephens knew about her parents' unsavory ties. Was it just that Uncle Max didn't put on a polite and proper front? Did it matter?

"Because you can't let him in," Genie went on, trying to make her voice firm and commanding but pretty sure she just sounded a little panicky. "You can't let him anywhere near the twins or Kassidy. He... I mean, it isn't... they're not safe."

"Calm yourself, Ms. Geneiveve," Stephens said firmly. "Your mother has given standing instructions that Mr. Maximilien is no longer welcome in this house."

"Further, I can personally assure you no harm will come to any of the young ladies of this family as long as I draw breath," Stephens went on, then added with a sardonic look: "Provided, of course, that your friend Ms. Huntley does not see fit to incapacitate me again."

"Yeah... I'm sorry about that," Genie sighed, remembering Mariah knocking out Stephens with an Agency stunner that night. Thinking about it, she really wished she had one of those stunners now... not that she wanted to knock Stephens out, but she felt it would come in handy eventually. 

"Shall I set a place at table for you this evening Ms. Geneiveve?" Stephens asked, seeming to once again set the entire incident aside as an unfortunate case of bad manners. "Your father is away, but we are expecting your mother for dinner this evening."

"No, I don't plan on staying," Genie said, welcoming the social shelter of the butler's formality. "I just need to talk to my sisters. Thank you, Stephens."

"Of course," Stephens nodded. "I am, as always, at your service."

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She found the twins in the media room, just like Stephens had said.

"I need to talk to you two about something important," Genie said. "You remember what mom told us about Uncle Max. Well, he came to see me. Wanted me to tell him where my friend Mariah is..."

"Is she really a gangster?" Debra asked.

"I heard she was working for the Agency," Blair put in. "Did she and Miranda really get married, or is that just like a cover?"

"What? No," Genie stammered. "Of course they got married."

"Because I heard Miranda works for the Agency," Blair continued.

"No, she doesn't," Debra said. "Her mom works for the Agency."

"Cassie can't work for the Agency, dumb-ass," Blair argued. "She's a big-time star... and she's a witch."

"You're the dumb-ass and she's not really a witch," Debra scoffed. "Witches aren't real."

"Girls!" Genie burst out. "I need you to listen! Uncle Max threatened me! He threatened you. I need you both to stay safe."

"Don't go anywhere with strangers. Avoid high risk areas and activities," Debra recited.

"Communicate plans. Maintain awareness of your surroundings at all times," Blair rolled her eyes. "Really, Genie, mom has us go through Kidnap and Ransom training, same as you."

"Well, remember it," Genie said. "Especially when you go away to college this fall."

"Yes, mom," the twins said together. 

"Low blow," Genie muttered.

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Warning her youngest sister, Kassidy, was kind of easier. Except...

"We wouldn't even have gangsters like Uncle Max without the aristos and the super-rich creating a hierarchical system that oppresses the working classes," Kassidy said passionately.

"Kassidy, we are the super-rich," Genie pointed out.

"Well, you're not! You walked away from the corrupting influence of our family's money," Kassidy said proudly. "That's so freeing and empowering!"

"It's not as much fun as you think," Genie chuckled.

"I'm going to live on a commune," Kassidy said brightly.

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Second step...

She needed information. She needed grand-père's files, hidden in the secret rooms behind the wine cellar. That meant getting past Stephens, which called for subtlety and discretion.

"I was just hoping to sneak a bottle of '71 Rossi," Genie lied. "You wouldn't mind, would you?"

"A fine vintage," Stephens said. "I believe we have several left. Though I am convinced the workmen absconded with a few bottles. By chance rather than design, I suspect. One would hardly expect connoisseurs among locksmiths... though I suppose it is possible."

"Umm... locksmiths?" Genie said, trying not to sound too interested.

"Yes, your mother had them in after the incident last year," Stephens said. "They changed the locks on the late Monsieur Villareal's private rooms. That was after she moved his personal papers to another location... which she did not deign to share where with me, of course."

"Damn," Genie breathed softly. 

"If one wished information that might have been in the late Monsieur Villareal's personal papers, about a family member for instance, one might be better served speaking with one of their associates," Stephens mused.

"You wouldn't happen to know any of Uncle Max's associates," Genie said, giving up any semblance of pretense.

"I am pleased to say, I do not," Stephens said. "Not his current ones at least. I did when he was younger. Most of them were very unpleasant people, but I think you might find Ms. Fyres to be of a more amiable nature. That would be Ms. Morgan Fyres... Morgan Goth now, as she married Mr. Alexander Goth some years ago."

"Morgan Goth?" Genie blinked.

"Yes, I believe you will find her in residence at the Goth family estate," Stephens continued. "If one were so inclined, I believe that by catching the next ferry back to the Old City one might arrive at the station in time for the evening train to Willow Creek."

"Stephens, you're a marvel," Genie smiled.

In Shadow - Ch 10 - Research Trip

"Are you going to have that background research on Axis completed before the election, Ms. Elderberry?" her editor asked in his usual caustic tone.

After a sleepless night following Uncle Max's visit, Uncle Max's threats, Genie had tried to get into work early. She'd hoped to do some research of her own, into him and his ties to the Alto family, before anyone got in. Of course, she hadn't actually managed to get in as early as she'd wanted to, and getting in before anyone else seemed impossible anyway. She was starting to think her editor slept in his office.

"Sorry, Mr. White," Genie said. "I'm a little distracted. Family stuff."

She knew that, if she'd been almost anyone else on staff, Mr. White's response would have peeled paint and blistered flesh. Instead, his sharp newsman's eye gleamed. She was pretty sure her family connections were a big part of why he'd hired her. 

"Well, about 60% family stuff," Genie went on, "and about 40% a possible story."

It was, Genie admitted to herself, a manipulative situation all around. 

"Alright," Mr. White huffed with barely concealed curiosity. "Pass what you've got on Axis over to Jimmy. He'll finish it up. Take the afternoon and deal with your family stuff... but I want that story proposal on my desk first thing Monday morning." 

"Yes sir," Genie smiled. She was going to owe Jimmy big time, but he was a good guy. 

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Windenburg. If San My was The City, then Windenburg was the Old City. Nestled at the base of the Granite Mountains, it was a place of cobblestone streets and medieval wood frame buildings, but also a place of modern commerce and the driving beat of hard rock music. 

For Genie Elderberry, who'd grown up here, it was cold and grey, old and crumbling. Still, in some corner of her heart, it was home.

On the train up from San My, watching the countryside speed by, she thought about how she was going to do this. She still wasn't sure. 

She was frankly dreading her first stop - Gesellschafter Square and the Von Windenburg Bank. Nowhere was the mix of old elegance and modern commerce better displayed, than the offices of this financial institution that had served the noble families and captains of industry since the Middle Ages.

It wasn't the sort of place where the average person kept his savings, or even passed through the centuries-old doors, but no one stopped Genie even as she headed up the stairs to the executive offices. They knew her here.

After all, she was Luna Elderberry's daughter.

"Genevieve, come in," Luna said, not looking up from her tablet. Her mother still insisted on using her full given name, no matter how many times Genie corrected her.

"It's Genie, mom." It was a reflex at this point. 

"Sit down. I just need to finish up one thing," Luna continued as if she hadn't spoken.

"Mom, I need to talk to you," Genie started, taking a seat in one of the luxurious comfortable office chairs.

"Of course, dear," Luna said, still working on her tablet. "I just need to..."

"It's about Uncle Max, mom," Genie pressed.

A cold look flickered across her mother's face as her hand paused over the tablet. Luna's entire body seemed frozen for a moment, before her calm, confident mask dropped back into place. 

"I believe Max is traveling abroad, dear," Luna said. "You don't need to worry about him."

"He visited me last night," Genie said.

The cold stillness settled over Luna again.

"He wanted me to tell him where Miranda and Mariah are," Genie continued quickly.

"Did you tell him?" Luna asked, her voice controlled.

"No," Genie said hotly. "And I wouldn't have, even if I knew! Mom, he threatened me. He threatened my sisters. He knows I'm the one who gave Mariah access to grand-père's files..."

"Don't be ridiculous," Luna interrupted. "What would Mariah want with your grand-père's personal papers? I always thought that girl was trouble... just a delinquent."

"Mom, I need you to tell me about Uncle Max," Genie said over her. "I need to know about his connections to the Alto family, the people he works with... anything you can tell me."

"Really, Genevieve, I am hardly acquainted with my brother's criminal associates," Luna sniffed.

"Mom, you launder money for the Altos," Genie scoffed.

"That is an absurd thing to say," Luna bristled. "Not to mention slanderous. I have no knowledge of, or association with, Nick Alto's criminal enterprises. I did work on some accounts for legitimate business interests, but everything was entirely legal. I hardly knew the man, personally."

"You slept with him, mom," Genie said flatly.

"I am appalled that you would believe such low gossip," Luna gasped. 

"I don't care that you slept with him," Genie snapped. "Hell, I banged him, in the library, at the Yule party, two years ago!"

"Genevieve!"

"It doesn't matter," Genie continued passionately. "It doesn't matter that you sleep with other guys, or that dad bangs interns who are younger than me. I don't care! Uncle Max is threatening me, my sisters, my friends, and I need to know more about him, and who he's working with, so I can protect the people I do care about!" 

"There is nothing I can tell you," Luna said, the confident mask dropping into place again. "Really dear, I don't know where you get these..."

"Fine!" Genie interrupted as she leapt to her feet. "If you won't help your own daughters, I'll find out another way."

In Shadow - Ch 9 - Family Ties

Genie loved the City.

She loved the lights, the cracked streetlights, the towers like rigid Yule trees, the distant flashes of a police car. She loved the sounds of it, of a stereo being played too loud, of some couple's argument, heard through a window left open on a hot summer night. She even kind of loved the smell of it, that weird mix of hot asphalt, spicy food and over-ripe trash. 

The whole bright, crazy, dirty mess of it was so different from the antique streets of Windenburg where she's grown up. The Spice District was about as far from the stuffy elegance of her childhood as you could get. Sure, it wasn't the nicest neighborhood, but it wasn't that bad. 

It wasn't like criminals were just randomly breaking into apartments, no matter what Representative Friend said on the news. 

It was actually a shock to open her apartment door and find a man sitting on the couch, eating a sandwich. That, a moment later, she recognized him did nothing to reduce the shock.

"Uncle Max?" Genie gasped.

"Hey, Genie-bean," Uncle Max said cheerfully. "I let myself in. You know, your locks are shit. Hope you don't mind, I made myself a snack while I waited."

"What... where's Gabbie?" Genie stammered. 

"Cute girl, short hair, glasses? She went out with some guy," Uncle Max replied. "I waited until she was gone. Wanted to talk to you in private."

Slowly, Genie made her way across the living room and gingerly took a seat on the couch next to him.

She hadn't seen Uncle Max in years. Her mother had made it clear that her younger brother wasn't welcome around the family. Even back then, Genie had heard the rumors... Max Villareal was a gangster. A dangerous man who had done horrible things. When she'd been younger, there had been a kind of dark appeal to it and to him. 

Now, sitting in her apartment, the apartment he had just admitted to breaking into, he didn't seem appealing. He seemed frightening. 

"What do you want?" Genie said, finding her voice and trying to put into it a confidence she didn't feel.

"I can't just check in with my favorite niece?" Max said smoothly. "Hey, how are the twins? They're in college now, right? And little Kassidy... not so little anymore. I bet she's driving Luna and Rohan crazy with her whole teen bohemian artist thing?"

He knew exactly what her younger sisters were doing, Genie realized. His warm smile never touched his cold, flat eyes. 

"They're fine," Genie said softly.

"What about your little friends, Miranda Goth and Mariah... what name is she using now? Basso? Huntley? How are they?" Uncle Max asked coolly.

"I don't know," Genie said. "I haven't heard from them since the wedding. I just know what I saw in the news."

"Genie-bean, it's not nice to lie to family," Max said.

"Where are they?" he added firmly.

"I don't know," Genie insisted softly.

"Would you tell me, if you did?" Max asked with a slight smile.

"No," Genie replied, and the defiance of that one little word made her feel stronger.

"Good girl," Max chuckled, "but you want to reconsider that."

"No, I don't," Genie said. "I think you should leave."

"I'll leave when I'm done," Max said confidently. "You need to understand something, Genie..."

"I understand you're a gangster," Genie snapped.

"That's right," Max answered. "So, if you're smart, you'll shut up and listen... and you're a smart girl, Genie-bean."

"A smart girl like you knows that her whole family is bent," Max continued harshly. "My dear old père, your grand-père Jacques, he was as crooked as they come... and as connected as one man could be. He did deals with all the Families, with aristos and politicians, with captains of industry and finance. Anybody who is anybody did deals with the Old Man... and he kept files on every one of them. Even now that he's dead and buried, Villareal Files are a threat hanging over some really important heads. A threat your dear mère has used well... to advance herself and that limp-dick of a husband of hers."

"I'm not part of any of that," Genie insisted.

"You're a Villareal," Max snapped. "Even if your mom took that pussy Rohan's name, you're a Villareal in your blood. Remember it... because other people do. Important people."

"The thing is Genie, your little friend gave the Crown Prosecutors evidence against Nick Alto," Max continued, all cool menace again. "Evidence about things she couldn't have known about by herself.  Your little friend gave up the Old Man's files on Nick Alto. 

"Now some people... important people... dangerous people... wonder where she got those files," Max said softly. "Your mom managed to convince them it wasn't from her. After all, she had to do some fancy footwork to not get pinched with old Nick. So, who else could have given Mariah those files?"

"I don't know," Genie lied.

She remembered that terrifying night. Leading Mariah and Aadi... cheerful 'Double-O Aadi' in their fancy tux like it was all a game... into the mansion, looking for grand-père's secret office. 

"No?" Max smiled like a shark. "See, there's a very dangerous man, his name is Grey... and if he thought that maybe Kassidy or the twins knew anything about it..."

"You leave them out of this!" Genie shouted, horrified. "You know they had nothing to do with it!"

"Do I?" Max snarled. "Let me tell you what I know, Genie. I know that Grey would do very bad things to whoever he believes is responsible for turning on the Altos. Now that can be Mariah B... or it can be someone else. 

"Now, something else I know, Genie - family is important," Max added. "Like my fat brother Hugo, with his fat wife and fat kid... and my dear sister, Luna with your limp-dicked father... and my sweet nieces. Especially you, Genie-bean... you know you're my favorite niece. So, as long as my family acts like family... helping each other out, supporting each other... well, then I will make sure that nothing bad happens to any of you.

"So, if you hear anything from your little friends Miranda and Mariah, you'll tell me," Max said, standing and walking confidently to the door. "Won't you Genie-bean?"

"You're a monster," Genie whispered.

"Genie-bean," Max smirked, "if you think I'm a monster, you really have no idea what you're dealing with."

"No, I don't," Genie breathed as the door closed behind him. "But I'm a reporter and I'm damn well going to find out... because I'm going to help my friends!"