Gale Force

was— this was awful. Really awful.”

The cop nodded, probably thinking of all the much more awful things he’d no doubt seen in his career. Probably thinking I was a lightweight ditz. That was fine, because in some senses I was, and besides, I didn’t want him to take me too seriously. That would be a very bad thing.

“Okay,” he said. “If you’ll wait over there, Ms. Baldwin, it’ll be a little while. You said you were on your way to New York?”

“Yes,” I said. “I have a business meeting. Look, can I call—?”

“Sure,” he said. “Just don’t go anywhere.”

I walked away, not in the direction of the reporters, and headed for the pay phone. How long had it been since I’d had to use a public phone? Years. I missed my crispy-fried cell phone, especially when I saw the grime and dried spit on the telephone receiver. You’re an Earth Warden, I reminded myself. You laugh at public phone germs.

Still, I fished a tissue out of my purse and wiped the plastic down before I started dialing.

Lewis answered on the third ring. “Somebody tried to kill me,” I said. “No, don’t interrupt, and don’t joke. It was Lee Antonelli. I had things under control, but somebody took him out at a distance. He said something about the Sentinels putting out a contract on my life.”

There was a silence on the other end that stretched on for longer than I would have liked. “How’d they kill him?” Lewis asked.

“Some kind of aetheric attack, nothing I’ve ever seen before. Lewis, they just reached out and destroyed him. What the hell is going on?”

“Just get here,” he said. “The faster the better.” He hesitated for a second, and then his voice softened. “You okay?”

“Yeah. No damage.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“You mean, am I okay with the concept that somebody’scapable of hiring marginally loyal Wardens as hit men to take me out, and killing them if they fail? No, not really.”

I went cold inside when Lewis said, “If it makes you feel better, you’re not the only target.”

“You?”

“Among others.” He didn’t elaborate, and I didn’t think it was a good time to ask. “Watch your back. If they can kill Antonelli from a distance—”

“I’ve got David,” I said. “And we’ll both be watching for it now. You be careful.”

“Always. Call when you get back on the road.”

“Can’t. Cell phone had a fatal issue during the fight.”

“Get David to fix it,” Lewis said. “I don’t want you out of contact for a second.”

And that was it. Sentimental, it wasn’t, but then we understood each other too well for that most of the time. Not that we couldn’t be friends, but business was business, and staying alive was serious business these days. I’d fought beside him, and he knew that when the situation got dire, I’d be there.

Still. A little verbal hug might have been . . . nice. I replaced the receiver, listened to the machine swallow my quarter deeper into its gear guts, and peered around the corner of the scratched plastic bubble. The reporters were still there, trying to solicit comments from uncooperative cops. They were also talking to diner patrons. I hoped nobody had any creative explanations that involved magic.

David came out of the diner, hands in the pockets of his long olive-drab coat. He didn’t look happy. Wind caught the tail of the coat as he strode toward me, giving him an almost princely magnificence, but I doubted anybody but me noticed except for some of the waitresses, who were still acutely David-oriented.

“I didn’t find anything,” he said as he reached me.

“Are you all right?” He knew I wasn’t. It was a pro forma question, but I especially liked that it was accompanied by a gentle brush of his fingertips along the line of my cheek.

“Fine,” I said. He held my gaze.

“Really?”

“No.” I gave him a very small smile that felt crooked and unsteady on my lips. “That was— unpleasant.”

“I know,” he said, and looked down at my hands. They were clean—the cops had allowed me to wash up— but I still felt the psychic imprint of blood on them. “It could just as easily have been you.”

“Maybe,” I said. “I don’t think so, though. There was something that made him vulnerable to them, maybe a link they’d created to keep track of him through the aetheric. It pushed us out of the way and went straight for him. If they’d been able to take me out the same way, don’t you think they would have done it?”

I couldn’t tell if it had occurred to him or not; David was being extraordinarily secretive at the moment. He gazed at me for a couple of seconds, then turned his attention to the reporters. “We should get out of here,” he said.

“Do you know who was behind it?” I asked.

“If I did, would I tell you right now?” he asked, all too reasonably. “But I think you already know.”

“If we can believe Lee, it was the Sentinels,” I said. “How come I’m on their hit list when I barely know their oh-so-pretentious name?”

“Because of me,” he said. “Let’s get out of here. I’d like it if you were a less stationary target.”

“Cops want to talk to you.”

David took my arm, a sweet gentlemanly gesture that didn’t exactly fool me. He walked me in the direction of the Mustang, which was currently an awkward bastard stepchild of a convertible, what with all the glass scattered in glittering square pieces on the ground. “I don’t want to talk to them,” he said. He opened the driver’s-side door. “I’ll let you drive.”

“Bribery, pure and simple. You’re bribing me to do something illegal.”

“What’s illegal about it? It’s your car. You already talked to the police. You’re not guilty of anything.”

Well, he did have a point. But I still felt uneasy, driving away under the noses of cops and television cameras. “We’ll be seen,” I said, and nodded toward the news crews. David didn’t bother to glance their way.

“We won’t.” Only a Djinn could sound that confident. Or arrogant. I supposed if I didn’t love him so much it would have been just a shade more on the arrogant side. “If we get entangled here, more lives are at risk. We need to be moving, Jo.”

Djinn were nothing if not ruthlessly logical. And they weren’t above hitting the pressure points, even on those they cared about.

I silently got behind the wheel of the Mustang. It started up with a low rumble. Nobody looked in our direction. “Repairs,” I reminded David. The broken remains of our windshields and windows rose up in a glittering curtain from the pavement, liquefied into a pool in each open area, and then solidified into clean, clear safety glass. I checked that the driver’s-side window rolled down, and it functioned perfectly.

“I’m disappointed in you,” David said. “You believe I’d do it wrong?”

“I think that you have enough to think about already, ” I said. “His van’s still in the way.”

Moving a working crime scene would have been a puzzle even to one of the most powerful Djinn on Earth, but David was a lateral thinker; he didn’t bother to move the van, or the cops, or anyone else.

“Hold on,” he said, and our car lurched slightly and then began to float above the road. It rose at a steady pace, carefully level, then moved forward over the gabled roof of the diner. Nobody looked up to follow our progress. I held on to the wheel in a white-knuckled death grip; flying had never been my favorite method of transportation, and far less so when the vehicle wasn’t actually designed for flight. Shades of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

“What are they seeing?” I asked. My voice was a half octave higher than I wanted it to be.

“Nothing of any significance. To them, the car hasn’t moved from where it’s parked. They see the two of us standing at the phone booth. Oh, and a flock of birds overhead, just in case someone has some rudimentary sense of the aetheric.” Some people did; the ones with a strong sense of it generally put out shingles as psychics or became wildly successful investors or gamblers. If they had more than that, they probably would have ended up in the Ma’at, where they were taught to combine their powers with colleagues, and work in concert, if their abilities weren’t enough to qualify them as Wardens.

I had to rely wholly on David to keep me off the Warden radar. I would remain mostly difficult to find until I had to draw on my powers, but at that moment, I’d light up the aetheric like a spotlight in a cave.