Rapture

“No, he is not!”

Refocusing, Jim went over and got down on his haunches. “I’m sorry, but he’s gone.”

The woman snapped out a hand and grabbed Jim’s shirt, her face that of a tiger, teeth bared, eyes gleaming. “He is not dead.”

She dropped her hold and went for her own phone—

Jim snagged the thing out of her hands. “He’s gone—I’m so sorry, but he’s not with us anymore. And you need to get out of here—”

“What the hell are you talking about! Give me my goddamn phone!”

“Mels—”

She launched herself at him, and he let her go, let her get her energy and anger out as she struck him with her fists. Eventually, he stilled her by turning her around and holding her back against him, just so she didn’t rip one of his eyes out.

When she finally quieted, she was breathing hard, and sobbing.

“He’s gone,” Jim said roughly. “And I’m really sorry. I’m so damned sorry for you. But you’ve got to listen to me. You have to leave—you do not want to be a part of this. He told me what he gave you—so I know you get it when I say it’s not safe for you to be involved in what’s going to happen next. Go home and get cracking on the information—that’s how you’ll be safe. As soon as you blow the cover and the story’s out in the open, the organization will crumble. But until then, it’s business as usual, and that means you’re exposed. Go home. Do your work—and do it fast.”

The woman sagged against his forearms and just hung there, loose in his hold, her head tilted in the direction of Matthias’s body.

“You know I’m right,” Jim said gently. “And I’ll take good care of him. I promise.”

Abruptly, Adrian stepped out from the tree line. “You’ll never believe who I just ran into. Nigel.”

Jim frowned. “I didn’t sense him.”

“Neither did I. But he was here.”

To keep Devina away? he wondered. Or maybe that was the real reason he and Adrian hadn’t sensed the assassin’s approach?

“Is he gone?”

“Yup. Didn’t say anything. Just gave me a wave and disappeared.”

Okay, the why’s and wherefore’s of his boss were not what was important right now. “Ad, I want you to drive her home.”

“Roger that.”

“Mels?” Jim turned her around. “You have to go. It’s not safe for you. Go and do what you can.”

“He can’t be gone….”

“He is. You know he is. Trust me, he’ll be treated good. Now go on…let Adrian take you home so you’re safe. I can’t have both of you dying on me.”

Mels allowed Jim to lead her over to the car she’d arrived in, and after he opened the passenger-side door, he settled her in the seat. Given her docile act, it was pretty damn clear that shock had taken over—so they had to move quick, before she snapped out of it and put up another fight.

Before he shut her in, he leaned down. “There’s someone you need to talk to. Isaac Rothe—he’s one of us. You can find him through Childe with an E in Boston. Tell him that Jim Heron sent you, okay?”

She nodded, but he wasn’t sure she’d really heard him.

Except suddenly she reached out and squeezed his hand. “Please don’t…leave him somewhere anonymous. I mean…”

“I’ll take care of him properly. I swear to you.”

Looking into her eyes, Jim passed a hand over her face, sending her some peace to comfort her in her sadness.

Oh, man…he could feel the love she had for Matthias, and he ached for her. Was grateful for her, too. After all, what was the old adage? The love of a good woman…

It made all the difference, didn’t it.

He had been right: Matthias had been the soul, but she had been the key.

“I swear to you,” he said again. “Now go and do what’s right.”

Shutting the door, he banged on the roof and Ad backed the car out, doing a K-turn at the end of the drive and heading off.

Left alone, Jim pivoted around and looked for Nigel, but the archangel was nowhere to be seen or sensed. There was just the forest…and the two dead bodies on the gravel.

Matthias had gone to Heaven.

Wonder if the fucker was surprised? Then again, he’d made everything right on his way to the exit, and he’d done the ultimate—sacrificed himself for someone else.

On the scales of justice, he had a lot to make up for, but mere moments ago, he had given it all for another….

As Jim went over to his old boss’s body, he couldn’t believe how far the man had come. Then again, Hell was clearly a transformative experience. And so was love.

Kneeling down, Jim said softly, “If you had told me we’d be here…I never would have believed it.”

Truth really was stranger than fiction.

Jim rubbed his face and let himself fall back until he was sitting on his ass beside the man who had defined things for him for so long. In the silence, he became acutely aware of his breathing, of the way the air entered his nose cool, and came out his mouth warm.

He passed his palm over his face once more. Did it another time.

Overhead, the moon made another appearance, light raining down on the scene until he had to shut his eyes. For some reason, he didn’t want to see anything of this moment, just couldn’t bear it.

He had won the round, sure—but Matthias was still gone, and that struck him as a loss, and resonated deep.

And Adrian was still suffering. And Eddie was still gone. And him?

He was empty. So very empty—as if those orgasms he’d had with Devina had flushed the last part of his soul out.

Except he needed to pull it together—he had to get rid of the bodies.

Glancing over at the operative, he didn’t give a shit where he stuffed the remains. His old boss, on the other hand, gave him a brain cramp. Where could he take Matthias? After all, it was a gift to the departed to treat what they had left behind with dignity—even as their souls soared free, it was important. And the man had saved his life…at least as far as Matthias had known.

Guess they were even—

Abruptly, a summoning came from up above, Nigel and his band of dandies calling him heavenward so he could see the flag he’d earned fly at the top of the great wall—along with the other two.

No, he thought. He wasn’t going.

Fuck them and the game.

Shutting down the draw, he kept himself stuck on terra firma—to hell with the archangels, to hell with Devina, to hell with the Maker.

He wasn’t playing right now. Maybe in a minute, an hour, a day, he would come back online, but at this moment? Fuck ’em all.

He was going to take care of his dead in the only way he could. That was all he knew.

With a curse, he forced himself to shift to the side and push his arms under Matthias’s knees and shoulders. As he began to lift, Jim felt as dead as the other man—and knew it made no sense. He was now three up in the war. One more win and he could close this bizarre chapter in his life down and move along.

He should have been celebrating—

Matthias jerked wildly and drew in a huge breath of air.

“What the fuck!” Jim hollered.

And dropped the man like a bag of mulch.