Blue Diablo

he dove wide, pulling me with him, Saldana called, “Get down!”

Bullets bit into the ground where we’d been standing. With a wide smile, Chuch took cover behind a marble statue and returned fire in short, controlled bursts. One of the guys fell, striking the tiles with a heavy sound. Eva crawled to her husband’s side and produced a slender, short-barreled weapon like she knew what to do with it. When she shot the next guy cleanly between the eyes, she proved she did.

“No joke, you can handle yourself,” I muttered.

I couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn. The best I could do with an automatic weapon was lay down cover, and after watching me fire at some cans in the field behind Chuch’s house, they’d decided I shouldn’t have a gun because I might hit our people with friendly fire.

The last of the guards fell with a gurgling cry. “We go room to room,” Chance shouted. “Kill anything that fires on you. Use the radio only if you find Min.”

He loped off in a crouching run. Though it shouldn’t have hurt for him to leave me behind, it did, perhaps because it seemed so symbolic. I knew better than anyone that his luck might get me killed in a situation like this. Ironic—he could best safeguard me by staying away from me.

Eva and Chuch reloaded and made their way more carefully in another direction. Kel was already gone again in search of more sinners to punish. Jesse grabbed my hand and hauled me toward the east doors that led from the courtyard to the first floor of the house.

“You’re with me. I’m supposed to be watching out for you.” Saldana managed a smile. “That whole mentor thing.”

Between gunfire and sparking lights, I couldn’t tell where everyone else had gone anymore. I wasn’t sure splitting up was the best idea, but we weren’t fighting an army on a unified front. My heart beat like a kettledrum as I followed Jesse around the corner.

He’d traded his police-issue weapon for a heavy Colt.45. The gun shone in Jesse’s hand, big and heavy enough to kill someone if he coldcocked him. I’d tucked an emergency grenade into my gear, which consisted of a Maglite and some bottled water. They didn’t think highly of my martial skills, and rightfully so. I wouldn’t chuck my grenade unless we needed something blown up, though. Like zombies. Or a wall.

The moment we slipped into the house, we came across two more guards heading for the courtyard at a run. I guessed they didn’t know we were already inside. I dove behind an ornate, expensive sofa, and Saldana fired twice, the weapon thundering in the enclosed space. They both went down before they had fully registered our presence.

“Holy shit,” I said, clambering to my feet.

His smile came a little easier that time. “Top of my class, marksmanship. Usually it’s a paper guy that I shoot through the head, but same principle.”

From other corners of the house I heard screams of pain, Chuch shouting in Spanish, and the staccato report of automatic weapons. Pausing by a window while Jesse scouted ahead, I caught a glimpse of Chance slipping through an open doorway across the courtyard, gun blazing. Then I remembered it was stupid to stand in front of a window at a time like this and dove around the corner.

“We should move along, see if we can find Min,” I said. “Sounds like the others are cleaning house.”

“You’ve got some scary friends, Corine.”

If I hadn’t been so nervous I would have laughed. He didn’t know the half of it. Inside the house, someone screamed in pain.

Jesse shot three more guys and nearly took a bullet himself as we fought our way up the stairs. I tried to stay out of the way, but I did whack one with my flashlight as he stumbled past Saldana. He staggered and Jesse lashed out with a neat kick that sent him spinning over the railing. At the halfway point up the stairway, the lights showered sparks and gave out entirely. Finally, there was something I could do.

I turned my Maglite on. “Better?”

“Much.”

The house had a strange, spooky air, the dark split only by my yellow beam. I heard staccato gunfire in the distance and screams that were often cut off abruptly. Around each turn I never knew what we’d find: bad guys, our crew, or nothing at all.

“Booke said the only other way off this mountain was to fly,” Jesse whispered. “So he’ll have a chopper somewhere on grounds and maybe a panic room. We should be looking for both.”

That lit a fire under me. We searched room to room, looking for any sign of more kidnapped girls or Yi Min- chin. We found evidence of Kel’s or Chance’s passage in several corridors, strewn bodies and pools of blood where they had swept through and cleared the way for us. Jesse and I had covered almost the whole second story when we entered a lavish bedroom. It looked like a woman would sleep here, and as I stepped inside, I smelled Min’s perfume, White Linen.

“She was here,” I said. “I’m sure of it.”

Saldana held the light for me while I searched. I went through the room like a blind person, touching everything. When we opened up the desk drawer, my fingers grazed a metal object that threw a spark.

“Something?”

Chance and Eva stood in the doorway. I hadn’t noticed their arrival. Kel and Chuch crouched behind them, keeping watch for more of Montoya’s men. The mechanic muttered beneath his breath about the need to hurry. “Yeah. Something,” I replied.

Drawing a deep breath, I curled my hand around the pen, accepted the pain as the price of my gift. Agony sizzled through me, echoes of fire, and then I saw a simple image. Min sat at this desk, writing a note. I watched her, and then she rose, folded the thin paper into a tiny square, and slipped it into the frame of the painting that hung beside the window.

The pen slipped from my fingers, struck the floor. Wordlessly I beckoned to Jesse, who aimed the flashlight for me. My hands shook as I delved for what she’d left behind.

Yes, here.

In the circle of light I read her words with him. The shepherdess.

“What the...?” I took the Maglite from Jesse and shone it around the room until I found a white and blue statuette on a high shelf.

“What did it say?” Chance asked.

I sensed his tension as he came toward me. I passed him the note as I moved toward the far wall. And the corridor exploded.

“Incoming!” Chuch shouted.

Oh, Christ, not fire. Not. Fire. Despite my near-prayer, the hall blazed, flames licking up the wall. Shit, they were trying to burn us out. Smoke filled the room in a deadly haze. Chuch fired at Montoya’s men, who were running away. They’d turn this building into our pyre, which meant Montoya was safe somewhere.

Jesse had mentioned something about a panic room. Well, I needed to be there because I could feel terror rising in my brain, threatening my ability to think and reason. A scream caught in my throat, choking me.

I staggered toward the shepherdess. Min had found it important enough to mention, so I’d take a look at it if it was the last thing I did. And it might be.

Eyes watering, I reached up to the shelf and touched it. Tried to pick it up, but it wouldn’t budge. The room swam, and the heat threatened to blister my skin. I could hear the others coughing. I pitched forward and the statue slid forward as in a groove. Through distance roaring in my ears, I heard a click.

Then someone said, “Corine found a door. Let’s go.”

If These Shadows Have Offended

I did what now?

I felt dimly aware of an arm wrapping around my shoulders to guide me down some stairs, but I’d inhaled too much smoke to see anything but a bizarre whorl of messy colors. My flashlight spun around the walls until someone took it from me.

“Close the door!” I thought Saldana said that. “It’s reinforced steel behind the plaster; it’ll provide a fire break