Irish rested the bat on her shoulder. “That’s not true. It could be. What if someone came from another town or something?”
“That still would have taken enough prep time that the registry would show another one being here. I didn’t get a notice about another necromancer in town. Did you?”
“Nah.” Heherson shook his head. “What I’m saying is that not everyone gets caught on by the registry, right?”
This left Tim with the realization he had nothing. Tonight would end and the apocalypse would come closer. Probably time to tell the police, if he wanted to be locked up for no reason. And it would happen anyway. Too late, and all because his father hadn’t picked up. Tim felt a headache coming on and it wasn’t all because of the night air coming in through the open door.
“I have so much work to do.”
“You have work to do!” Irish looked at him, appalled. “My meeting! There is no salvaging this!”
“I’ll figure it out, Irish, don’t you worry!”
Tim rubbed the back of his head. “Heherson… I hate to break it to you, but… you want to do what now?”
Heherson grinned. “I’ve done my research. Scoping out a necromancer that’s hiding shouldn’t be too hard. So don’t you worry, Irish. I’ll make sure nothing gets in the way of your meeting.”
Irish didn’t look all that comforted, but Tim felt the weight fall off of himself again.
Heherson brightened up considerably, despite the bat. “Irish! You’re here!”
Irish pointed the bat at him. “You stay back. Tim?”
Tim took a breath. “Nah, it’s fine, Ai. It’s not him.”
Actually, that wasn’t fine at all. Tim didn’t know what to do.
Heherson did keep his distance, but he didn’t seem phased by Irish’s temper. “You did come to see me! I thought so. Did you want a drink? I have some jade tea still, if you-”
“I’m not here for your bullshit!” Irish exclaimed. “What do you mean it’s not him?”
Tim shrugged. “It’s not him. There’s nothing else to say about it than that. He didn’t do it. I was wrong.”
“How can you be wrong?” she demanded. “You two are the only necromancers in all of Saltdale! If someone’s doing necromancy, it can only be you two!”
“Well, that’s not true, right?” Both Tim and Irish looked over at Heherson, who obliviously continued on as if he had been allowed into the conversation. “We’re the only two registered ones. Someone could always not be registered.”
“That doesn’t make sense.” Being born a necromancer wasn’t something that could be hidden from the state. Which meant the moment you were born, you were always watched. If he had to think about that too, that could have been another reason he hadn’t wanted to learn anything about it. But that would have required him understanding the concept at a young age. The age when he had already decided he was uninterested.