out a low whistle. “Wow. It looks like she’s hired at least fifty, sixty giants in the last few weeks, judging from all the announcements on their press page.”
“She actually put all her new hires on her website?”
“Yep,” Bria said. “She’s got up photos and bios listing all of the giants’ credentials.”
“Well, that would certainly fit in with the
I told Bria what Clementine had said about getting her crew together so the giants could finally take what should have been theirs all along from the museum and everyone at the gala. When I finished, Bria hit some more buttons on her computer.
“No arrests on record for Clementine or her daughter, Opal,” Bria continued. “But it looks like her nephew has had more than a few brushes with the law. Dixon Barker: bar fights, drunk and disorderlies, even an assault charge he managed to skate on a few months ago.”
“Oh, yes,” I said. “I’ve seen Dixon. He’s a real Prince Charming.”
“As for Clementine, it looks like she’s kept her nose clean, although there have been several complaints filed against her, her company, and her employees for assault, intimidation, things like that. She’s also been questioned in a couple of murders. Seems like a few folks that Clementine was providing protection to died under mysterious, violent circumstances on her watch.”
“You mean that she helped them along herself. Or got a better offer from someone else to eliminate her clients.”
Bria snorted. “I’d say that’s a distinct possibility from the autopsy photos I’m looking at right now. Most of the victims were beaten to death. No weapons were ever recovered, so I’d say Clementine used her fists on them. Nothing’s stuck, though. Seems like Clementine has enough money and clout to get herself out of most scrapes. That, or she’s paid off enough of the right people in the police department to make some of the more serious unpleasantness simply go away.”
I nodded. That sounded exactly like something Clementine would do, given what I’d seen here tonight.
“So what do you need me to do?” Bria asked.
“Grab Xavier and get out here,” I said. “Just you two. I don’t want a whole bunch of cops showing up, sirens blaring, and spooking the robbers before I’m ready. Also, track down Jo-Jo. Finn had said that she was on a date with Cooper tonight. I couldn’t tell how badly Phillip was injured, but at the very least, he’s lost a lot of blood, and I want her to be able to heal him just as soon as it’s safe.”
“I’m waving Xavier over here right now. I’ll call Jo-Jo and tell her to get out there as soon as she can. I’ll text you when Xavier and I are on the island.”
“Good,” I said. “I’ve disarmed the rune trap on the bridge, but I’d still leave your car on the mainland side and cross on foot. After the two of you are on the island, stay in the gardens and move through them. That should keep you and Xavier away from any giants who might be patrolling the museum perimeter. I’m going inside right now to get Owen away from Clementine and her men. Once I have him, we’ll head to the gardens on the west side of the island. Clementine’s set up some cell-phone jammers inside the museum, so if I miss your text or don’t respond, you and Xavier work your way through the gardens to that part of the island. That’s where we’ll meet.”
“See you there.” Bria hesitated again. “And, Gin?”
“Yeah?”
“Watch your back.”
The concern in her voice warmed my heart. It always amazed me how far our relationship had come in the months since Bria had returned to Ashland. How we’d gone from suspicion, anger, and mistrust to understanding, acceptance, and respect.
“Don’t worry, baby sister. I always do.”
I hung up with Bria, silenced my phone and clipped it to my belt, and closed the trunk on the Aston Martin. Then I grabbed the bomb and carefully set it on top of the smooth metal lid so I could study the cluster of wires and figure out which buttons to push to turn the attached cell phone into a timer that would trigger the device.
While I worked, I also turned up the volume on my stolen walkie-talkie. Clementine had trained her crew well, because there was no unnecessary chatter clogging up the airwaves. Just brief bursts of conversation about the giants moving from one room to the next, stripping all of the art from the floors and walls, and loading it up.
“The first truck is full,” Dixon said at one point. “We’ll have to open the second one now.”
“Roger that,” Opal responded. “I’ve got the rest of the jewelry loaded into the other two cases and ready for transport.”
Once again, I wondered where exactly the giants were stashing the jewelry, but it didn’t really matter. I didn’t care about the gems and what became of them—only what happened to my friends and the rest of the hostages.
After that . . . silence, as the giants continued with their various tasks. I’d just found the command to program the cell-phone timer when the walkie-talkie crackled again.
“Anton?” Clementine’s voice filled the air. “You and Hannah back inside the museum yet?”
I hesitated, debating whether or not to answer her. Anton had been one of the giants I’d killed at the bridge, so it wasn’t like he was going to chime in. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing and tip off Clementine that someone was running around the museum murdering her men, but I still needed a few more minutes of anonymity before I made my presence known.
“Anton?” Clementine asked again, her voice sharper and more demanding than before.
From the conversations I’d heard, it didn’t sound like the crew was using complicated code words, so I decided to risk it.
“Done,” I said, making my voice as deep and manly as possible. “Heading back now.”
“Good,” she responded. “Grayson is almost through the last of the hinges on the vault. Shouldn’t take him more than another five minutes. So get your ass back up here, help the others load up the rest of the art, and get ready to move out.”
“Roger that,” I rumbled again.
I waited a few seconds, but Clementine didn’t respond, and I didn’t hear any other chatter either. It seemed like she’d bought my act, so I turned the volume back down, grabbed the bomb, and left the parking lot.
I snuck through the bushes until I was flush against the museum once more. I hugged the wall and hurried all the way around the building to the same side door I’d first snuck out of. Looking inside through the glass, I saw that the area was still dark. No giants moved in the hallway or adjoining rooms, so I used my stolen key card to open the door and slipped inside. Once again, the small
Now it was decision time. Where to plant the bomb? I needed a spot close enough to the vault to get Clementine’s attention but far enough away to give me a chance to grab Owen, figure out what she was after in the vault, and get out before she realized that the blast was just a diversion.
Near the rotunda, I decided. The giants might have raised one gate so they could come and go from the area, but the hostages had zero chance of escaping with all of the other exits blocked. The bomb should have more than enough power to blow through one of the gates and create an opening.
I headed in that direction, once again tiptoeing across open doorways where Clementine’s giants were still looting various parts of the museum. Judging from all the tubes, boxes, and crates clustered in the rooms, she’d trained her crew to be quick and efficient. She had tens of millions packed up already, more than enough to fund the most lavish criminal syndicate—or retirement—imaginable. So what was in the vault that was so important that she’d risk sticking around to get it? What score was bigger than what she already had?
I was going to find out—just as soon as I set off the bomb.
I made it all the way back to the main hallway that led into the rotunda. It was easy enough to hurry over to one of the side entrances, attach the bomb to the center of the metal gate there, and set the timer on the cell phone for ninety seconds.
