She was going to have to get out the Shop-Vac again.
The woman screamed, and I spun at the piercing sound. My look-alike had gotten her gag off and was curled up at the door with her hands and feet still bound. I could hear Sampson on the other side, yapping and trying to dig his way through. The sound of her fear dove to the primitive part of my brain and set my adrenaline flowing.
'Please let me out,' she sobbed, trying to reach the knob with her bound wrists. 'Someone please let me out!' She saw me looking at her, and she scrabbled harder. 'Don't kill me. I want to live. Please, I want to live!'
I was going to be sick. But her fear turned to wonder, and her eyes tracked behind me. My skin prickled, and when her mouth opened in a little round O, I threw myself to the floor.
A small explosion shifted the air, and my ears rang. Pulling my gaze up from the damp carpet, I saw another puddle of green goo slowly sliding down the dark paneling, eating away at it. Damn, what had Al taught them?
I rolled, intuition telling me there was another one coming.
'You idiot!' I shouted as I leapt to my feet, cursing my habit of talking during fights and righteous sex. 'You want a piece of me? You want a piece of this? I'll shove it down your damn throat!'
In an inexcusable act of cowardice, Tom pushed the last acolyte at me. The man fell at my feet, begging for mercy. So I shot him with a sleepy-time potion. It was all the mercy I had right now.
Pissed, I spun to Tom. 'You're next, little man,' I snarled, taking aim. I squeezed the trigger, and a sheet of green-tinted ever-after rose up around him.
I leapt forward, pinwheeling to a stop when I realized I was too late. Tom had reset the circle I had been summoned into, putting himself in its center. One of the candles had been knocked over, and it rolled off the stage, trailing melted wax and a thin plume of smoke.
The insufferable man panted, confused, as he put his palms on his knees to catch his breath. 'You broke your word,' he panted, brown eyes savagely bright. 'You can't do that. You're mine.' He smiled. 'Forever.'
Hands on my hips, I faced him. 'If you summon demons, you lousy, stinking piece of crap, you'd better be sure the right one shows up before you let her out.'
His face lost all expression, and he turned to the stage. 'You're not Al.'
'Ding, ding, ding,' I mocked. 'Give that man a prize!' Inside I was shaking, but it gave me an obscene amount of pleasure to watch Tom realize his life had just run full tilt into a pile of demon dung the size of Manhattan. 'You have the right to remain silent,' I added. 'Anything you say I'm going to put in my moss-wipe of a report, and you'll fry faster.'
Tom went a beautiful shade of green.
'You have the right to an attorney, but unless you're a hell of a lot richer than this basement looks, you're one royally screwed witch.'
His mouth opened and closed, and his gaze darted behind me to the woman by the door. 'Who are you? I called Algaliarept,' he whispered.
My breath hissed in. 'Shut up!' I shouted, hitting his bubble with a side kick. 'Don't say that name!' It was my name now. Oh, God, it was my name, and anyone who knew it could pull me into a circle. What would happen when the sun came up, I couldn't even guess.
Tom stared. 'Morgan? How did you…You killed Algaliarept! You killed a demon and took his name!'
Hardly, I thought. I took a demon's name and killed myself. Maybe Ivy had been right and I should have just tried to knock off Al. My demise might have been quicker that way. None of this lingering mess to deal with. 'Not so tough without your wand, are you, eh?' I said, hearing an intercom buzzing somewhere, barely audible over the woman sobbing by the door. Tom had drawn himself straight, and I pushed on his bubble, appreciating not being burned by it. 'Nice,' I said, then, frustrated, I hit his barrier with my foot again. The man stumbled back, almost knocking into his circle and sending it down. I started pacing, limping around him as the intercom hummed. 'Get used to it, Tom. You're going to be in a cage for a long time.'
But Tom's look went crafty, reminding me he knew how to trip to a line. I stared at him, and his smile grew. He wouldn't. Al was his demon contact, wasn't he? He wouldn't risk it. Al would feel it and be on him in a second. But Al was in jail, so maybe it didn't matter.
'No!' I shouted, desperate to keep him from jumping. Steeling myself, I put my left hand on the barrier and pushed. I knew what it was now. I had taken his circle before, and with one candle missing, this one was compromised. I could do this. How am I going to do this?
My aura burned, and teeth clenched, I stared at him from around the lank strands of my hair, panting as I tried to absorb his power. Take control of the line he had tapped. All of it.
I felt something shift, as if the entire field had gone see-through. I looked at Tom. His eyes were wide; he had felt it, too. And then he was gone. His aura-laced shield of ever-after vanished and I fell forward.
'Damn it all to hell!' I shouted as I caught my balance. I turned, seeing that poor woman watching me, her sobs temporarily halted. The intercom was still humming, and I stood with my hip cocked and my good hand to my forehead. I could have had him, but I had monologued. Damn it, I was not going to do that again.
But the woman was still cowering by the door, and forcing a smile, I headed toward her, grabbing the smallest knife in passing to cut her bonds. The intercom finally quit buzzing, a blessed relief.
The woman's gaze widened in panic. 'Stay away!' she screamed, scrabbling back. From behind the door, Sampson barked furiously.
The utter terror in her voice stopped me cold, and I looked from the knife in my grip to the bodies laying around. There was a sharp scent of ozone in the damp air, and the scent of blood. Her wrists were bleeding around the duct tape. What had they done to her?
'It's okay,' I said, dropping the knife and kneeling to be on her level. 'I'm one of the good guys.' I am. Really, I am. 'Let me get the tape off you.'
'D-Don't touch me!' she shrilled, her green eyes wide when I reached out.
My hand dropped to my middle. I felt filthy. 'Sampson!' I shouted at the door. 'Shut the hell up!'
The dog went silent, and my tension eased in the new quiet. The woman's pupils were huge. 'All right,' I said, backing up when tears kept slipping down her cheeks. 'I won't touch you. Just…stay there. I'll figure this out.'
Leaving the knife within her reach, I searched for a phone to call for reinforcements. Someone's bowels had let go, and it was starting to stink. The intercom began buzzing again, leading me right to it. It was one of those intercom phone systems, and ticked, I thumbed the circuit open. 'Betty, is that you?' I shouted into it, releasing some tension.
'Are you okay down there?' came her worried voice. I could hear the TV on in the background over the music. 'I heard screaming.'
'He's tearing apart that woman,' I said, trying to make my voice lower and winking at the girl. Her whimpering stopped, and her green eyes were wet and beautiful. 'Get off the damn phone! And turn the music down, will you?'
'Well, so-o-o-orry,' she muttered. 'It sounded like you were in trouble.'
The line clicked, and the buzz of an open phone line hummed out. My gaze went to the woman, who was sniffing loudly. Hope was in her expression and the knife was in her still-bound hands. 'Can I get the tape off you now?' I asked, and she shook her head no. But at least she wasn't screaming. Shaking, I punched in the FIB's number and Glenn's extension.
The ringing phone was picked up immediately, and Glenn's preoccupied 'Glenn here' never sounded so good. I sniffed back a tear, wondering where it had come from. I didn't remember starting to cry. 'Hey, hi, Glenn,' I said. 'I got Tom to voluntarily admit he was letting Al go to kill me. Even got a motive. Could you come over and pick me up?'
'Rachel?' Glenn gasped. 'Where are you? Ivy and Jenks think you're dead. The entire department does.'
My eyes closed and I sent a silent prayer of thanks out. Jenks was with Ivy. He was okay. They both were. I bit my lip and held my breath against the tears. A big bad-ass runner doesn't cry. Even when she finds out she's a demon. 'I'm in Betty's basement,' I said, keeping my voice low so it wouldn't warble and give away how upset I was. 'There are five black ley line witches down here out cold, and at least one upstairs. You're going to need some salt water to wake them up. He tried to make some poor girl into a goat,' I said, tears starting to flow. 'She looks like me, Glenn. They picked her because she looks like me.'
