own private army. Maybe he wants to start a panic with a drug associated with hoodoo and get them to send him back.”
Hunahpu makes a sound. At first I think it’s a sneeze, but realize it’s a little laugh.
“Don’t be stupid. Wells flunked Vills fluout because he was and remains a Boy Scout. He can’t see the big picture. He doesn’t want to because it’s so big there isn’t even anyone to arrest.”
“There’s you and your people in the next room.”
“If he was coming, we’d know it. If he grabs us, he won’t keep us long.”
It’s not a boast. I can read it in his voice. This guy is connected to something or someone higher than the clouds and probably just as hidden.
“So you’re off on your own, causing trouble after your boss takes a bullet. What does that make you? Do you think you’re the forty-seven Ronin? Are you making a samurai movie in Grandma’s backyard?”
“Fuck the feds. Sister Ludi set us up. We work for her now.”
“You mean Aelita, don’t you?”
I lean back in Hunahpu’s chair. He hasn’t said anything for a few seconds. I hit a nerve.
“Call her what you want, white boy. Sister Ludi came to me in a vision and I saw who she really was.”
“You mean Aelita got inside your head and showed you what you wanted to see. She’s good at that kind of thing. She’s a fucking angel. And she’s crazy. You know that, right?”
“She’s doing the work that needs to be done, just like we are.”
“Are you crazy, too, or just stupid?”
“You’re hurting my feelings, Stark. If you really feel that way about Sister Ludi, I suppose you don’t want what she left for you.”
I sit up straight in the chair.
“I take it all back. Aelita is Florence Nightingale, Patti Smith, and Miss America all rolled into one. Now, what did she leave me?”
“A message. Listen. ‘If you’ve made it this far, it’s already too late.’ ”
I lean my elbows on the desk.
“What does that mean?”
“I assumed you’d know. It’s pretty fucking funny that you don’t, don’t you think?”
“Why did you go after Hunter Sentenza?”
“She told us to.”
;I used to think Wells was a lapdog and a true believer, but this little shit’s got a Ph.D. in celestial bootlicking.
“This is why the demon knows me, right? What demon is she using? At least tell me that.”
“I’m a pharmacist. I don’t know anything about demons.”
Goddammit. He’s telling the truth again.
“Aelita does. Do you think you’re going to click your ruby slippers together and she’s going to whisk you off to Heaven? She isn’t going to kill God, and when she fails she’ll drag you down the toilet with her, right down to the bottom of Hell.”
“If the choice is you or her, I choose her.”
“Answer one personal question. You’re supposed to be a lab that analyzes things. DNA and AIDS tests, but you spend all your time cooking Akira and whatever else brings in money, right?”
“Close enough.”
“Are you at least sending out the blood to a real lab so people know if they’re sick or are you just letting them all die?”
“Of course we do,” says Hunahpu. “We’re not monsters. You’re the monster, Stark. Or are you so comfortable with that now that you’ve forgotten?”
“I guarantee you I’m not going to forget your voice. We’re going to run into each other down the road sometime, and when we do I’m going to pop you apart one rivet at a time.”
“There’s the monster. Hello, monster.”
“I hope you have another lemonade stand stashed out back because this one is going out of business.”
He sighs.
“With everything you know about the Vigil, you don’t think we’d put our whole operation in one location, do you? Do your worst. We’ll be up and running again by the end of the week.”
“My worst is a lot worse than you remember. Be sure to check the papers tomorrow. It’ll be on the front page.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Abomination.”
Candy is looking at me when I hang up.
“What was that all about?”
