specifics.” She drew a step closer, a long finger pointing at my chest. “I can’t even go the movies for the amount of cash we spent taking you out. Imagine what we can do when we put our full effort behind something; to you, your friends and family. “
“Don’t you dare!” Having just lost Abe to similar circumstances, my first instinct was to blast the smug bitch through the wall. I drew my power to me as I stood to face her, but it felt reluctant. It sat stagnant. My anger was tempered by surprise as I realized something in the room blocked me from calling on my magic.
“You didn’t think we’d only taken away your gun, did you?”
I had actually, but I kept that revelation to myself.
She put her hand on my chest and pushed me back into the seat. I didn’t bother to resist. Even as mad as I was, I knew I’d catch a bullet in such a small room if I pushed my luck. I could wait.
“We’re not quite the low-rent organization you picture us to be, demon, so I suggest you start taking us seriously.”
“Oh, I will,” I assured her.
She didn’t bat an eyelid at my hollow threat, getting straight to business. “Why don’t you tell us what you did to bring about the storms?”
“What I did?” I shook my head. “You want me to take you seriously and then you go and ask a dumbass question like that? You’re able to shut down my magic in a closet, and you really think I have enough horsepower to rain down destruction on a global scale? All you’re doing is playing in the big girl pants, Frosty. You got a long way to go before they actually fit.”
“Watch your mouth,” Johnson told me.
“Or what, you’ll shoot me again?” I met his snarl with a chuckle, getting to my feet again. “Go for it. Save me the grief of having to deal with another set of flaming hoops to jump through.”
His finger twitched over the trigger as he leveled the gun at my face, and I just smiled. Smiled and hoped he didn’t call my bluff. I really, really, really didn’t want to get shot again. For the first time since I was fifteen, I had something-someone-to live for. Things weren’t perfect but damn, having half my head blown off would probably be a hell of a deterrent to getting laid.
Fortunately, Rebecca called off her dog, pulling him aside. “We have sources that tell us you were involved in what happened in Heaven. Do you deny that?”
“Involvement is a far cry from causation.” Thank you Court TV. “And for the record, pretty much everyone in the supernatural world, except you apparently, was involved somehow. You had to be hiding under a rock not to be.” I glanced over her head, pinning my eyes on the spot where I felt the cameras would most likely be. If she answered to someone, I wanted them to get the point. “I’m not sure what you’ve heard, or where you heard it from, but somebody’s lying to you. My shoulders aren’t broad enough to hold up all that bullshit.”
Rebecca stared at me a moment, staying quiet while her flunkies fidgeted behind her. I just waited; wasn’t much else to do. Finally, she broke the standoff.
“You’re free to go, Mister Trigg, but I suggest you tread carefully. The DSI will do what it must to protect our nation from threats both global and from across the dimensions. If you and Baalth believe you can make another Hell here on Earth, you are sadly mistaken.”
Great. Not only am I being labeled as some kind of supernatural terrorist, but the woman thinks me and Baalth are in the same jihad club together. I rolled my eyes. For all her bragging, her intel was for shit. Baalth didn’t need me to take over the world, and he wasn’t even around when Heaven was attacked.
Sadly, all that probably made Rebecca and her organization more dangerous than if she was privy to the truth. She didn’t know the real threats from holes in the ground, so she’d be fucking them all with a giant strap-on until they squealed.
Yet another wonderful day in the neighborhood, I stood up and gestured toward the exit. “Since I’m free to go, you mind opening the blast door and letting me out? While you’re at it,” I turned to Johnson, “Miss Daisy could use a ride, too.”
The captain’s muttered response was drowned in the hiss of the locks.
“Get him out of here,” Gabrielle said. As I walked out the room and into the hall, I heard her call out. “Watch your ass, Trigg, because we’ll be most definitely be watching it.”
I stuck it out a little and blew her a kiss. Who knew? Maybe I’d get lucky after all.
Chapter Four
One of these days I’m gonna have to learn to be more specific.
Johnson and Castor gave me a ride all right, but it sure wasn’t home. As far away from my house as possible, but still within the city limits, they dropped me off at the very edge of downtown. The fact they stopped short of Old Town was telling.
Castor barely slowed the van before Johnson pushed me out the side door and onto the sidewalk. I stumbled and nearly fell into a homeless camp, narrowly missing someone’s cardboard mansion before I caught my balance. My graceful dismount earned me a half dozen verbal lashings and one crooked finger raised in my honor. It wasn’t the correct one, but old boy only had two fingers. I couldn’t hold it against him. He got his point across well enough.
The DSI flunkies roared off, kicking up dust, further pissing off the local indigents-and of course, Johnson kept my gun. Life wouldn’t be the same if I didn’t lose at least one a week.
After smoothing things over with the homeless folks, a twenty spot going a long way toward buying peace, I headed off. I’d only managed a few sips off my beer before I was so rudely shot in the head, and I was definitely thinking I could use one now. My plans ruined by yet another unscheduled waylaying, I figured I’d find a halfway decent bar, which didn’t water down their drinks, and see if I could get Karra to come and join me. Far as I knew, she still had no clue I was back. It was time to remedy that and get some welcome home loving.
It took a while before I found a place that carded the roaches before letting them in, though I didn’t notice whether they charged them cover. Guess it didn’t matter since I wasn’t planning on staying all that long.
The place was called HoJo’s, but judging from the mural that covered the side wall of the building, which depicted a lanky guy dressed in a purple suit with a gaggle of scantily clad and unnaturally busty women at his feet, you could probably reverse the name and it would fit. It was a charming little establishment, which clearly raised the property values in the neighborhood. It certainly went out of its way to provide its clientele with a comprehensive list of amenities to satisfy their full range of entertainment interests.
A guy dressed in an extra, extra long sports jersey and bright yellow shorts stood outside peddling drugs while a couple of homely hookers took up residence at the corner. They flagged down all the cars that passed by; all two of them. There was even a payphone on the wall.
I dug in my pocket for some change and had to make a quick decision as to which of the three services I should buy with the handful of nickels I pulled out. I almost didn’t have enough to use the phone.
Change in hand, I convinced the druggie I’d smoked my daily ration of crack already and didn’t need any more, and bulled my way past the working girls to the payphone. Best of all, it worked. I popped the coins into the slot and kept my eye on the dealer and the ladies in the reflection of the big glass window, which framed the front of the bar. It was smudged and covered in things I didn’t have the courage to identify, but with a view of the world behind me, I didn’t have to worry about being mugged.
The receiver dinged every time I fed a coin, and I waited as the phone processed the amount, and then gave me an emaciated dial tone. I reached up to punch in Karra’s number when a shimmering light fell over me, nearly blinding me with the reflection from the window. I spun around to see a figure hurl a ball of fiery blue energy. It screamed straight toward me.
Too late to get out of the way, I willed my magic to protect me as the hookers and dealer scattered. A wall of energy popped into place right before the ball hit. The thing exploded as it collided with my shield. It felt like a bucket of hammers fired from a cannon. Dozens of impact points slammed across my body and crumpled me into a ball, the force hurling me backwards. I hit the window and smashed through it. Shards of dirty glass sliced my skin worse than if I were being felt up by Edward Scissorhands.
The patrons inside the bar screamed and scrambled for cover as I bowled them over. Tables and bodies went
