I hoped.
'Sparagmos told you where it is,' Brett said, his disbelief obvious.
'Of course he did,' Jenks said, breaking his silence. 'We've got it, and you don't.'
Na, na, na, na-a-a-a, na. 'I can put my hands on it,' I amended, nudging Jenks's foot. Shut up, Jenks. I liked him better quiet. This was the last time we took a hostage.
Brett looked relaxed even though his one hand was cuffed under the table. Behind him, kids were fighting, hurting my ears. 'Give it to me,' he said. 'I'll take it to Mr. Vincent and convince him to leave you alone.'
Jenks jerked into motion, reaching for Brett. The Were blocked it. Someone hit a coffee and it spilled. Gasping, I stood when it threatened to run into my lap. 'Damn it, Jenks!' I swore, pulling every eye to us. 'What in hell are you doing?'
The restaurant was abruptly silent. A unified, 'Ooooh,' rose from the ball pit, and I flushed. Clear in the silence, the person coming over the loudspeaker wanted to know if he could substitute bottled water for the pop. I winced apologetically to the offended mothers speaking in hushed voices to their soccer-mom friends. 'Sorry,' I muttered. I sat down, and the level of noise resumed. Crap. That had been my coffee.
'You are in no position to be making deals or demands,' Jenks said nastily as people turned away. 'And if you or your mange-ridden curs touch her, you'll find everyone you care about dead one morning.'
Brett's face went red.
'Just stop it,' I griped, thinking this wasn't the way to arrange a cease-fire. But it told me I was right that Brett had to placate Walter with something to ease his return into the pack. Brett was in trouble; it wasn't only Jenks who wanted to kill him.
The small man's expression went sour and he settled back, clearly a lot more cautious now that he knew how fast Jenks could move. Heck, it impressed me.
'Look,' I said, wedging a wad of napkins out of the dispenser and mopping up my coffee. I couldn't help but wonder if Jenks had done it intentionally. 'All I want is Nick free from your reprisals. You can take Walter the stinking statue as far as I'm concerned.'
Brett's dark eyes went suspicious. 'You still expect me to believe you aren't working for someone and that you risked your life for…for him?'
My lips curled into a sour smile. 'Don't call me stupid,' I warned him. Jenks pushed the tea at me, and I ignored it. 'I need a day to get the statue here,' I lied. 'A day to get it here and tie a pretty ribbon around it for you.'
The tiny clink of his cuffs made Brett's eyes twitch. 'You're going to give it to me,' he said flatly.
I wrapped my fingers around my foam cup to hide their trembling. 'Yup. And it was your idea too.'
Jenks looked at me in bewilderment, and I smiled. 'I want you to back off. All of you,' I added, squeezing the tea bag to make a thin rivulet of red drain into the cup. I was thirsty, and if I made for that second coffee, Jenks would probably spill it too. 'I don't need to leave town to get it. I can have it here by sunset tomorrow. Watch us if you want, but one sniff I think is too close and the exchange is off and we are gone.' I leaned over my tea. 'Jenks and I cleaned your clocks with a pipe and some stupid sleepy-time charms. You want to risk finding out what we're really capable of when all you have to do is wait a lousy thirty-six hours?'
'An exchange?' Brett mocked, and Jenks made an odd rumble, leaving me wondering if pixies could growl. 'Seems to me like it's more of a payment for getting us to leave you alone.'
In a smooth, unhurried motion, Jenks reached out and slapped him. 'Seems to me you should pull the brains out of your ass.'
'Jenks!' I exclaimed, glancing over the fishbowl of a restaurant to see if anyone saw him.
'He's a dead wolf!' Jenks protested, gesturing sharply. 'I could slice him open and leave him for the maggots, and he thinks he has some leverage.'
My eyes narrowed. 'But we aren't going to do that. Stop hitting him.'
'It's what they did to Nick,' he offered, starting our argument anew. 'Why are you giving him any consideration beyond the chunk of meat that he turned himself into by letting us take him hostage?'
Under the table my knees were shaking. 'Because that's how we work when we're five feet tall, unless we're ignorant animals playing in the woods.'
Jenks slumped back with his coffee to look sullen.
Brett's teeth were clenched at my unflattering comparison to his pack. Remembering what they had done to Nick, it was hard not to let Jenks have his way. Frustrated, I tried to hide my shaking fingers by taking a sip of my tart tea while Jenks continued to dump every last sugar packet into his coffee. I could scent his anger over the odor of french fries and bad coffee, like burnt acorns.
'I am going to give Walter the statue you couldn't retrieve through a week of torture,' I said. 'In return, you are going to convince Walter to give me Nick's life and not hold me responsible for Pam's death. You will leave all of us alone and not seek any retaliation. Ever.' My eyebrows rose. 'You do, and I'll come right back up here and take it back.'
Brett's faint wrinkles bunched. 'Why should I do that?' he asked.
'Because it was your idea,' I said lightly. 'And it's the only thing that's going to keep you alive. As soon as my ride gets here, I'm outta here.' I took a slow breath, praying I wasn't making a mistake. 'I'm going to call Walter and tell him where you are and congratulate him on having such a wonderful second in command who convinced me to give you the statue. There will be someone watching you. If Walter accepts my terms, he takes you and walks away. If not, he can leave you cuffed to the table, and you become Jenks's responsibility.'
Jenks straightened and started to grin.
'The way I figure it,' I said, looking through the huge plate-glass windows at nothing, 'your alpha is one pissed puppy at you for having not only letting us slip through your fingers, but then being careless enough to get taken and putting him in this awkward position.'
I leaned close enough that my words were a palpable sensation of my will against his face. 'If you can't convince him that we're enough of a threat that he should accept my terms and back off for thirty-six hours and that because of your stellar negotiating skills that I will give it to you and you alone, he will have no reason to keep your hide attached to your soul. He's going to kill you unless you can redeem yourself. Not right away, but he'll do it. A slow slide in the hierarchy, giving everyone a shot at you on your way down. So I think a thank-you to me is in order for giving you a surefire way back into his good graces.'
Brett's brown eyes were empty, again telling me he was in big trouble. 'I suggest,' I said, seeing Ivy and Nick pull up in the van, 'that you work really hard to get Walter to see things my way. Unless you give him the focus, you'll be an ongoing reminder of his mistake of sending you against a superior foe without the proper understanding of what you were facing. We might look like incompetent flakes, but we've survived demons.' Shaking inside, I leaned away. 'I'm giving you a chance to save your skin. Take it.'
The Were's eyes followed mine to the van. 'Ma'am,' he said slowly. 'You are one hell of a negotiator.'
I smiled, and Jenks and I both rose before Ivy could come in. 'Thirty-six hours,' I said, picking up my tea. I tried to look confident and in control, but I doubted I managed it.
Brett cocked his head. 'You're not going to give it to me. You're stalling for time.'
Jenks took my elbow before I fell over, and I forced myself not to show my angst. 'Maybe, but he's going to kill you all the same.' I arched my eyebrows and tried to look tough. 'What do you owe Walter, anyway?'
The Were dropped his eyes. I turned aside, shaking; he had acknowledged me as his superior. Damn. 'God help me, Jenks,' I whispered as I tottered to the door. 'I hope he does it.'
'He will.' Jenks glanced over his shoulder at Brett. 'Walter will tear him apart slowly.' His green eyes met mine. 'That was slick. Where did you learn so much about Weres?'
'If you're beaten up by them twice in one week, you start to pick things up,' I said, leaning heavily on him.
Jenks was quiet, then, 'You want me to have Ivy call her vampire friend?'
Nodding, I dropped my cup in the trash on the way out. I felt as if a noose was closing even tighter, but I didn't see any other options. Already my mind was making a list: call Ceri for the recipes I wanted that I didn't already have, check the yellow pages for a spell shop that carried raw materials. Somewhere I'd have to sleep and come up with a plan.
Maybe, I thought as Jenks opened the door for me and I stepped out into the late afternoon sun, I'd get lucky and dream of one.
