controlled by Queen Mab, behind enemy lines, and executed the Unseelie enemies of the king.”
I was suitably impressed but I couldn’t help remembering their glamours had bounced off Abe Warren easy enough.
I didn’t want to piss off Honey any more than she already was, though. I decided to raise my concerns delicately. “He’s probably protected against fairy magic…”
“I knew you’d bring that up! For your information, we didn’t use any lethal glamour against the ghost-hunter. We thought you wanted to talk to him. There wasn’t a whole lot to your plan, as I recall, but you did say ‘grab him’ not ‘kill him.’”
“That’s true,” I allowed, “but this guy might be protected against your deadly glamour, too.”
Honey blurred and suddenly my head was jerked backward. The piskie was perched atop my skull holding a fistful of my hair. The other hand held her silver sword in a downward grip, the point poised just above my left eye. “If our magic doesn’t work,” she said calmly, “we’ll poke holes in him until he stops moving. Sound good?”
“I admire the simplicity of it,” I said. “What about the bodyguards?”
“Probably just ghosts,” Jack said. He shrugged.
“We’ll come at him from above,” Honey elaborated.
“The vodyanoy will be dead before he realizes what’s happening.”
“We could cover them with our guns from the houses, Domino. If the bodyguards get in the way, we take them out. Even your pistol should have enough range for that.”
I felt like I should stand up for Ned, but I let it pass. “It could work,” I said. “It’s a pretty damn good plan, Honey.”
“Thanks!” she said brightly. She let go of my hair and landed on my shoulder.
“There’s one more thing I have to do before we can clip Dedushka, though.”
“What’s that?” said Adan.
“It’s the zombies,” I said. “The math is a real problem. There can’t be that many Xolos. I’m worried that by the time we rescue them, there will be too many zombies for them to handle. If there are too many zombies and they’re all creating more zombies, the Xolos will never catch up and we’re all screwed.”
“You need Oberon,” Honey said.
“I need everyone,” I said. “I’ll have Chavez put the other outfits-our allies-on zombie patrol, but we don’t have the manpower to stay ahead of this thing. There are already more zombies than gangsters in L.A. and they’re making more faster than we can put them down. Oberon has the manpower.”
“The question is whether he’ll give it up,” Honey said.
“I’ll ask nicely.”
I called ahead to the Carnival Club and Titania told me Oberon was in the field. The queen gave me the address and I used the traffic spell and two freeways to get to Chinatown in about fifteen minutes. I spun the parking spell and pulled into a spot just across Yale from Castelar Elementary School. Oberon stood on the sidewalk outside a nondescript apartment building watching the front entrance of the school. A waifish female sidhe with dark hair and pale skin stood at his side.
Oberon nodded when I got out of the Lincoln and approached. The woman glanced at me and then turned her attention back to the school.
“What’s going on?” I said.
“Catriona tells me it started with a janitor,” Oberon said.
“He came to work this morning-already dead, one imagines-and then turned. There are seven hundred children inside.”
I took a moment to let it sink in. I looked at the cream-colored school building with pink trim, and then turned to the woman. “You’re Catriona?” The woman nodded but didn’t speak. Her skin was really pale-it almost looked bleached-and her eyes were very dark, nearly black.
“I’ve been using the bean-sidhe to locate targets,” Oberon said.
“Banshees are fairies?”
“We are sidhe,” Catriona said, and the corner of her mouth quirked up. “We have a particular skill for finding death. It is our privilege to serve our king.”
“I have a squad inside,” Oberon said. “We don’t know yet how many of the children are still alive.”
Population clusters. The Stag geeks had told me this is how it would go. It wasn’t going to be limited to shopping malls and movie theaters. “Goddammit, I need you to get a handle on this shit, King.”
“We are doing what we can,” Oberon said. “There are a great many zombies loose in the city already, and more being created by the minute. Perhaps if we had caught it sooner…”
“I don’t care how many there are,” I said. “You have a kingdom behind you.”
Oberon looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “A kingdom, yes, in Avalon,” he said. “Here, I have only a tiny few who can assist in this effort.”
“Bring in more. I don’t care how many it takes.”
“I cannot do that,” Oberon said, shaking his head regretfully.
“You can’t or you won’t?”
A shadow crossed the sidhe king’s features. “I believe I said what I meant. I cannot bring more of my people to this world. I do not control sufficient territory for them to survive here.”
“You need more juice,” I said.
“I do. There are thousands of zombies in the city, Domino. To sustain the numbers I would need to contain them, I will need far more juice than I can tap from Hollywood.”
So that’s how it was. Oberon was going to use this crisis to expand his territory. Or, he’d let the zombies wipe out half the city’s living population, and then he’d move in. He was a cunning motherfucker, no doubt, but I also had the idea he was telling the truth.
“You can pull more juice from my turf,” I said. “I’ll give the word. You can put your taggers on my streets. But, King, let’s be real clear. This is a temporary arrangement, feel me?”
“I do, indeed,” he said. “Inadequately temporary, I’m afraid. I will not ask my people to come to this world, save your people in this time of peril, and then go back where they belong once you’ve no further need of them. My kingdom must be large enough to welcome all those I ask to serve.”
I clenched my jaw and glanced at Catriona. She was smiling. The sidhe were the only game in town and I needed tickets. They both knew it. “Fine,” I said. “You get Mobley’s turf when this is all over. I’m not sure how your snow-white Irish ass is going to run those neighborhoods but that’s your problem.” I also wasn’t sure how Terrence was going to feel about it when I served up some more shit for him to eat. Of course, there was a good chance he wouldn’t survive the war with Mobley anyway.
“Done,” Oberon said, inclining his head. “That should be sufficient to support a few hundred of us. We shall do our best to stem the tide.”
The sound of breaking glass drew my attention back to the school building. A small boy-perhaps seven or eight years old-crashed through the front doors and sprawled on the sidewalk. He crawled to his feet and looked around, his head darting wildly from side to side. The boy’s face and hands were streaked with blood, and despite his tumble through the glass doors I was pretty sure most of it wasn’t his own. His eyes latched onto us and he started across the street, a wide, bloody grin twisting his face into a terrible mask.
I pulled juice from the street and prepared to spin my ghost-binding spell. “There’s just one more thing, Your Majesty,” I said. “Sooner or later, you’re going to be up against a wall and you’re going to come to me for a favor. Rest assured, I’ll offer you the same friendship you’ve shown me today.”
“Are you threatening me, Domino?” Oberon said.
“Not at all, King. You’re my ally and I’m grateful for your assistance. I’m just saying, when that day dawns don’t forget your wallet. I don’t come cheap.”
The vodyanoy’s beach house was a modern two-story affair of redwood and beige cement wedged between a white cube with round windows on the right and something that looked vaguely Art Deco on the left. All of them had the faded, sepia tone look of an old photograph, and it made for an eerie accompaniment to the air of nostalgia that hung over the secluded beach. No ghosts roamed the strand and no gulls wheeled overhead. The light surf rolled silently against the shore.
There weren’t many access ways down to the beach through the tightly packed homes, and we didn’t want to cross in front of the vodyanoy’s house. This might have presented a minor obstacle in the real world, but
