Blood Trade: A Jane Yellowrock Novel Part 23

"Because we had hoped that Soul and I could do the job. Or Soul and Rick."

I placed the odd smell and started laughing. I couldn't help it. And it only got worse when I saw the sour look on Rick's and Bruiser's faces and the confusion on Eli's. Soul didn't react, but her very nonreaction was funny. "How bad did you get burned when you tried it?" I asked them.

"I was unharmed," Soul said, "and was able to heal the wounds of the others."

"But I bet it hurt. Didn't it? Still trying to protect the little woman?" I said, less kindly, shooting my anger at the two men.

"I refuse to apologize," Bruiser said.

"We were afraid you'd s.h.i.+ft when you hit the ward's energies," Rick said. "We're still afraid you'll s.h.i.+ft. And if you do, you'll probably die."

It was interesting to see the two men on the same side of an argument for once. Even more interesting to see Rick siding with any male this close to the full moon. "Only one way to find out," I said.

I began to divest myself of weapons and put them into a go-bag I had brought for that very purpose. I hadn't been able to sleep back at the house, but had spent the time sitting with Eli in the breakfast room, him binging on coffee, me binging on strong tea, brainstorming, coming up with a plan, talking through the equipment we might need and gathering it all up. I'd have felt better if Eli had brought a shoulder-held rocket launcher, but he didn't have one handy. That was his reply when I mentioned it. I was relatively certain that meant he had one somewhere. My partner was scary. In a totally cool, macho, U.S. Ranger kinda way.

"Eli, you want to tell them what we have planned?" I asked.

"I'll plant explosive devices at every corner of the building, right up against the ward. Jane and Soul will move over the opening, s.h.i.+elded by the dead-thing charm on Soul. If Jane s.h.i.+fts, Soul will open the harness and let Jane's cat fall through the opening. Then drop her clothes. Then drop her weapons. The cat will snag everything with her claws, prop them in the cleft of the roof and chimney, jump up on the chimney, and look down to see if the chimneys are open pa.s.sageways or sealed, which they could be. If they are open, Jane will gauge the size, s.h.i.+ft back to human, and eat to restore her energies, and catch you as you drop."

He looked at Soul. "If she doesn't s.h.i.+ft, she'll catch her equipment and you, when you fall through the ward opening."

"And then?" Bruiser asked.

"Then I'll drop an explosive device or three into the chimney," I said, "and Soul and I will hide on the far side of the roof. Eli will set off the devices at the corners of the building to attract the attention of the guardians, and three seconds later, I'll set off the ones in the chimney. Hopefully it will blow a hole in the roof big enough for me to get through, and disrupt the ward long enough for Soul to get you guys through the opening and onto the roof. While she's doing that, I'll drop inside, and you guys will follow as fast as you can. If we time it right, the sun will be rising and will scorch some bad guys. We'll kill us some guardians and save the witches. And hopefully find out where the leaders of the Naturaleza are."

Bruiser smiled that quirky smile I liked so much. Rick snarled. Soul tilted her head, considering. "It might work," she said. "I can make my clothing part of my death charm and extend a scarf, so that as you fall, the charm will extend with you. However, I put the chances of us all surviving at forty percent. The chances of us escaping unscathed at less than twenty percent. Are these acceptable to you all?"

"I put them much higher," Eli said. We shared a smile. Eli was really, really good at setting explosives. And he'd brought enough to do the job.

I just hoped he had calculated the necessary explosives with the age and construction condition of the old building and didn't blow it up around me. "Yeah. I think we're looking at a seventy percent chance of survival." To Bruiser, I said, "I saw a fire escape on the back of that building," I pointed to the one on the right. "That the best way up?" At his nod, I said, "Meet you on the roof, Soul."

With Beast vision, the hedge ward was fiery in the early dawn light. I tried to measure the size of the hole I needed to fall through while I pulled off my boots and stored them in the second go-bag. If I s.h.i.+fted in the harness, I needed to be mostly clothes free to allow me to fall and catch myself with my claws. Beast thought it looked like fun. I thought it looked risky and potentially deadly, no matter my seventy percent claim.

I had brought shoes with a grabby sole, loose pants, and an oversized tee, and I quickly stripped, putting my leathers into the bag with the boots.

While I changed, I also checked the stability of the zip line, which was attached to the highest point on the roof-the fake fourth-story wall. I had taken a mountain-climbing cla.s.s a year or so after high school, and the line was wrapped around the entire wall instead of attached with gear into the mortar, which was smart. The height on this side allowed the line a slight angle across the chasm of the hedge to the building on the other side, where it was secured, out of sight.

I didn't think I would have done anything different had I set it all up myself, and I wondered who had arranged the gear, Rick or Bruiser. I was betting on Bruiser, not the boy from the Deep South.

By the time I could hear the others climbing to the roof, I was s.h.i.+vering in the cold, dressed and wearing sneakers, all my gear stored in three different bags, watching the sky brighten prior to sunrise.

Bruiser appeared first, Soul right behind him, and I looked over the MOC's primo. He was dressed all in leather in his Enforcer clothes, but unlike mine, his duds had been custom made and fit him like a glove. Leather pants, leather boots, and a leather coat over what had to be a silk s.h.i.+rt. Bristling with weapons. His dark hair slicked back.

"Nice gear," I said grudgingly, as he looked me over.

The morning breeze spun by, blowing my clothes against my limbs. His smile widened, making him look lean, mean, and dangerous. "Beautiful woman," he said.

I didn't know what to say to that, but felt a flush spread through me, just as Rick stepped from the fire escape. He was carrying standard cop weapons, except for the earpieces and the small wire trailing to his jacket pocket, the sound of tinny music coming from it, a pair of nice vamp-killers strapped to his thighs, and the feral greenish glow of his eyes. All that was nonstandard issue. He had pulled his hair back in a queue, and I was reminded of the way Leo Pellissier wore his hair. Rick stalked across the flat roof, moving like a cat, his eyes on Bruiser.

I stepped between them. "If you can't keep it together, you can go back to the street," I said to Rick.

"I'll keep it together. As long as he keeps his hands off you."

Anger pumped through me, part embarra.s.sment, part something else that I didn't take the time to identify. "Just so you know. Jealousy is not a turn-on." I swiveled on a heel and stepped into the zip-line harness, ignoring the two men.

From behind me, Brute snarled as if he were an attack dog defending his master. He was showing his teeth, which left me confused until Beast pressed in on my brain again and sent me a mental picture of her scratching the wolf's nose. I/we snarled back, and I growled, "Nice doggie."

His growl deepened at the insult and his ruff stood up. And while I was itching for a fight, it wasn't with a wolf. I'd rather hit Rick. Or Bruiser. Or both. But Beast didn't want to let it go and sent her claws deeper into my brain. "So far I/we have broken your nose two times, little doggie," she said through me, her voice low. "Scratched you. Are you stupid, dog?"

Brute tensed, but quieted when Soul put a hand into his fur and scratched. Pea scolded the wolf with a burst of chitter. Rick stepped between us. Bruiser chuckled, the sound goading. The wolf turned angry eyes to the primo. For a moment more we tottered on the edge of violence. I pushed back on Beast, knowing this wasn't helping to create a team. I took a calming breath. "Sorry. It's the full moon. My Beast is . . . difficult. Come on, Soul. I'll get you into the harness."

"I have never done this before," she said, leaving her team. As she walked, a sense of peace spread outward, and I knew we were being manipulated by her personal magics, but I let it happen anyway. We needed to be calm. We needed a sense of coherence. Or her percentages might become real and half of us could die.

Wolf should die, Beast thought at me. Thief of meat. Stupid pack hunter.

"No problem," I said to Soul. But it was. Her dress made it difficult to get her into the harness in such a way that she could release the harness and fall without catching the clothing on the gear and maybe hanging her.

Finally we were in position, me in front with a zip-line steering trolley, her behind me in an abbreviated mountain-climbing harness, attached to the line with st.u.r.dy carabiners. I showed her how to release it so she could fall. Her scent changed as I spoke, and she tied the end of a scarf to a loop on my pants. Her magics began to rise.

When we were ready, I leaned down to see Eli staring up at me. He raised a thumb and melted into the shadows. The explosive devices were in place.

"Okay," I said. "Let's do this. Soul, let the harness take your weight, and put your feet against the roof wall to hold you still." When she was secure, I pulled on gloves, eased down on the line, and hooked my carabiner to the zip-line trolley.

"We have to be close," she said, her voice shaky, "for the death spell to start. I need to put my legs around you and hold you to me."

I nodded, and Soul wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in close. It was a lot closer than my Beast liked. Her idea of personal s.p.a.ce was something like miles away, unless it was a kit or a mate.

She said, "Are you ready? This may feel . . . odd."

I nodded, and Soul took a deep breath and said, "The die is cast."

Which made no sense at all. For a moment.

CHAPTER 22.

"Thank You," the Corpse Croaked The scent of the grave surrounded me first, followed almost instantly by the visual transformation. Soul rotted before my eyes. Her body fluids melted into my clothes, her face sagged, the fluids and blood pooling with gravity while her eyes dried out. I looked at my hand and saw the same level of decomp. Ick. Eww. I was gross.

"Hurry," she said, the croak sounding like the dead. The stench of her breath made my eyes water, and I pushed off the false wall with a thrust of my legs, out into the air and over the buzzing magics of the augmented hedge of thorns.

While the purpose of zip-lining is to gain speed on a downward-sloped line, one can adjust speed with the gloved hand behind the trolley and one's body position. In our case, the line was too gently sloped and I expected that I'd have to pull us along with my hands. That was before my body reacted to being embraced by a ten-day-old corpse. My shove off the wall was too hard, and I had to brake, one gloved hand on the line, dragging behind the corpse's carabiner, my other hand atop the trolley, holding us stable. I was so busy working on the braking that I almost missed the energies pa.s.sing over us as we reached the small hole over the top of the hedge.

When I felt the faint burst of magics, I adjusted our position carefully. The opening was only five feet below us, but the distance to the house roof was three feet more, making it a difficult leap and landing. Ankle breaking. And nowhere to roll afterward, just drop, hit, and stop. Hard.

I set one of Soul's hands behind her carabiner to hold her steady, and she made sure her scarf was still attached. I said, "I'm ready to go. And just for the record, no offense intended, as I am very grateful that you got us here safely, but we really stink."

"Thank you," the corpse croaked, unwrapping her legs from me.

"Yeah. Dropping now." I unhooked myself, held still until my body stopped rocking, bent my knees slightly to take the landing, and fell. Adrenaline spurted through me. My stomach followed a split-second later. Vertigo hit as I pa.s.sed through the hedge opening. The scarf spiraled down with me.

The roof slammed me like . . . well, like falling off a zip line onto a roof. The jar whipped up from my toes, through my body, and out the top of my head. My teeth clacked together. I dropped to my knees, one foot on either side of the ridgeline, feeling the strain in my ankles and knees. My feet slid in opposite directions. I caught myself with my gloved hands, the rough roof beneath them grating. I stank of the grave, the stench so strong I wanted to gag. Beast, who had helped with the landing, withdrew.

The first thing I did was untie the scarf and set it to the side. When I was sure I could stand, I inspected myself. I was whole again, albeit still a bit stinky. I held up my hands for my gear, and the corpse above me dropped them one at a time. I positioned each bag on the roof and let them slide into the crevice of the rear chimney.

When they were secure, I held up my arms for Soul, having no idea if I would be able to catch her as she fell, even with Beast helping, or if I would drop her to the ridge, injuring her badly. I braced myself and nodded to her.

I wasn't sure what I was seeing as she fell. Her body blurred, elongated, stretched, and narrowed. And she landed on her own two feet. Or maybe her own four feet. The most I did was steady her balance as she reformed into her usual gorgeous self, the corpse gone. Even the awful smell was gone. So was the scarf I had put aside.

She smoothed down her dress and looked up at me, her face innocent. "What?"

I felt something push at the boundaries of my mind, and Beast rushed against it, slamming both front paws down on the mental intrusion. The compulsion fell away, and Soul opened her eyes wide. "What was that?"

"You tell me your secrets, and I'll tell you mine," I grated out. I was usually lying when I said that, but this time I was actually willing to trade. I had known she wasn't human, but I had no idea what Soul was.

"I-" she stopped. I waited. "Perhaps we'll talk sometime."

"Yeah. Perhaps." I dropped my arms and she wavered on the roof, but now that I knew that looking human was all for show, I didn't help to balance her. "Let me get changed, and we'll set the charges."

Drawing on Beast again, I half walked, half slid down the roof to the chimney, opened the bag holding my clothes, and stripped off the outer clothes I'd worn when I'd been afraid I'd become Beast in midair. I knew I was in plain sight of the men and wolf on the roof, and I had planned for this, so I wasn't naked but in boy shorts and sports bra. I didn't look up. And I didn't let myself blush. This was a rescue job, not a pole dance.

I dressed in my leathers, which wasn't easy, having to work stooped so my head didn't get taken off by the softly sizzling ward just above me. I sat in the crevice of the chimney to pull on my boots and strap the Velcro over the ties. Still sitting, I opened the second go-bag and worked my way into the weapon harness. Nothing was going to be a smooth draw, not with the s.h.i.+rt bunched up where I couldn't reach it without falling or getting scalped, but I felt immeasurably better once I was armed.

From the last bag, I pulled three explosive devices-each of them composed of C4 and det cord wrapped with tape, and the three ends sealed together with a long-delay detonator. C4, also called plastic-bonded explosives or PBX, was a malleable explosive that required a strong charge to set it off. I unspooled the detonator cord from around the block of explosive material and stood to peek over the edge of the chimney into the dark center. I half expected a huge, hairy spidey vamp to leap out at me, but the opening was clear all the way down. I nodded to the guys on the roof and lowered the chunk of C4. Eli had told me more than I ever wanted to know about the explosives, but the only thing I needed to know to make this work was how many of the devices to put down the chimney and how low to drop it. And he couldn't tell me any of that. It was either do the math or eyeball it based on experience, neither which I had. But I had flown by the seat of my pants all my life, so why stop now?

I studied the mortar holding the bricks of the chimney flue together and decided that this was the original brick, which meant it was old, porous, and unstable, so it should come down easily. Not that I was taking a chance. I dropped the first block of C4 all the way down to just above where a faint light could be seen from the open fireplace. If there was an old-fas.h.i.+oned vent, it was long gone. I secured the cord to the top of the chimney cap by taping it with long lengths of duct tape. I unspooled another block of C4, let it down the chimney, and secured it about where I a.s.sumed the ceiling below me was. I wrapped it into the same tape as the first det cord and cut off the last device. One might work. Two surely would. Three would be overkill and might kill the witches below me.

Regular detonation cord is really just a long, thin explosive. When set off, it detonates-explodes-at a rate of about twenty-four thousand feet per second, so Soul and I were using a long-period-delay detonator, or LPD. Even so, we needed to be on the other side of the roof long before it went off. I pointed to the far chimney, and Soul scampered across to it. I put the go-bags around my neck and moved more slowly, unwrapping det cord as I went. Once over the ridgeline, I slid down the roof to the chimney and wedged myself in with Soul.

"They'll be waiting for us. We've made enough noise to wake the dead," Soul murmured.

"The undead, you mean," I said dryly. Soul tinkled with laughter and I laughed with her, pulling hard hats from the explosives go-bag. I handed Soul hers and shoved my own on. I stuck my fingers in my ears, opened my mouth, and nodded to the guys on the roof at the same time.

Four seconds later, Eli's C4 at ground level went off. I felt the concussions through my teeth. Above us, the hedge ward wavered and rippled, its energies interrupted by the explosions. I ducked my head and pressed my detonator, then re-covered my ears. Three long seconds went by, and the LPD det cord activated.

The blast took off the chimney. And the entire front of the old house. Debris shot into the air and fell, showering us. Bricks fell, some still intact. It was a miracle we weren't brained by the falling debris. As it was, stuff peppered our hard hats.

Above us, one man zipped in and dropped, unburned by the wavering ward. Bruiser whipped past me and rammed an ax head into the roof. Using the handle, he swung over the roof edge and into the attic. Rick followed him and used a rope that was tied to the zip line to do the same thing. Brute landed, having leaped the whole distance. Beast was impressed and, not to be outdone, shoved me after him.

I pulled on my gloves and said, "Let's move."

I clattered over the ridgeline and skidded toward the hole in the roof, my boots sliding on the old roof tiles. The hole came at me fast. It was big enough for me to swing through. Big enough for me to fall through. If I misjudged, I'd be chopped up by the hedge and hit ground far below on what had to be a pile of rubble. I twisted fast in a one-eighty turn and dropped toward the attic. Grabbed a roof joist. It gave. I'm falling. My stomach slapped against my throat. The joist caught, yanking at my shoulder as I swung into the attic and landed.

The floor of the attic-loosened by the C4-fell through into the room below. I barely caught myself on my hands and hauled myself up, my breath fast, a heated sweat starting. Below, in the house, I could hear the sounds of fighting.

Soul landed beside me with that flowing, blurring motion that was in no way human. She didn't bother with the innocent look this time, no longer caring that she had proven herself some kind of shape-s.h.i.+fting supernat. She gestured for me to lead the way. I didn't argue, but this time I tested the joist before dropping my weight on it.

I landed on the floor just as the first rays of the sun burst across the horizon. Pinkish light filled the sky, brightening everything. Including the fight in the center of the house. In a single eye blink and inhalation, I took in the scene and found pattern in the madness. The stench was awful-death and a miasma of dust and rot. And two monstrous things were fighting Bruiser. One looked like a wasp with human legs and arms; the other like a spider. Spidey vamp, for real. And Bruiser was standing over Rick, who wasn't moving at all. c.r.a.p.

Bruiser's swords moved so fast I couldn't follow, cutting, cutting, a whirlwind of steel, the center of the double-edged blades silver plated and catching the pink glow. It seemed important for half a second until one thing whirled and lashed out at me.

I leaped to the side, into a ray of light. The spidey-revenant-vamp-thing didn't follow. I drew my M4 and braced it against my shoulder. Aimed at what looked like a stinger, two-p.r.o.nged and wicked sharp. I fired. And fired again. The stinger was gone, leaving a drooling stump and a wash of greenish goo. All I could think of was the old movie Ghost Busters until, off balance, the thing reeled to me and I got my first good look. This was no Casper.

The carapace that seemed to grow out of its back looked like a huge hornet-not human at all, though it had only vestigial wings. It had a human jaw and vamp canines. Its eyes were multifaceted. Its shoulders, torso, and legs were human, though furred and striped like a hornet. And on its chest hung a pocket watch. I didn't bother aiming for anything that might kill it. I aimed at the amulet and fired. The vamp jerked to the side as if it knew what I aimed at. I fired. And fired. Hitting the creature, knocking off chunks, but seemingly doing little damage. It came at me. Rus.h.i.+ng on its human legs.

Backpedaling fast, I fired again. This time I hit the amulet. The spidey vamp stumbled. I had one sh.e.l.l left and braced my feet. Took careful aim at the amulet hanging on the thing. Fired my last shot.

The silver flechettes smashed the amulet. The creature fell. But it was still twitching. I pulled my vamp-killer and started hacking at the neck. Its flesh was hard, with a carapace just under skin. But I kept at it until the head separated from the rest of the misshapen thing and rolled a short distance, hit a brick from the fireplace, and stopped in a ray of pinkish light. An eye seemed to be looking up to me, as the head started to sizzle and burn. The stink of rotten, burning meat filled the air.

The body was still in shadow. I leaned down and gathered up the remains of the amulet. Stuffed it into a pocket. And pulled the spidey vamp across a black arc painted on the floor and into the sunlight. It weighed a ton. The body started to smoke. Good riddance.

Reloading from my handy-dandy belated birthday present was a whiz. It was only six rounds, but it was a lot faster than pulling them from an ammo bag. I was breathing hard as I readied the weapon and took in the room.

Bruiser was still fighting, but now Soul stood over Rick, her arms doing something witchy with blue sparks flying. It looked like a ward, but it didn't seem to be doing much. "Go for the amulets!" I shouted, pressing the stock against my shoulder. "Bruiser! Drop and roll!"

As if he understood perfectly, Bruiser folded his blades and threw himself into a somersault, over the blades and behind me. The spider he was fighting spun to follow and saw me. I didn't waste time evaluating it; I just spotted the amulet in a patch of spiky hair, aimed, and started firing. I must have hit it, because the spidey thing fell. I had no idea where its head was located. Bruiser pulled a shotgun and fired four rounds, two into each eye. It went still. He reloaded and started firing again. Soul raced into the back of the house, into the shadows.

I bent over Rick. He was bleeding from the mouth but was breathing, and I could see his pulse in his throat. I checked his pupils, which were equal and reactive. But his earpieces were gone. Not good. Even though the moon was over the horizon, it was still full-even more than last night. As I released his eyelid, his hand slammed into my side with all the power a were-animal can muster. Knocking me to the side.

I rolled with the force of the blow and ended up with Rick on top of me, his eyes a brilliant golden green. He growled and hissed and showed me his teeth. Soul appeared behind him and placed her hands on his head. Rick went still as a block of ice. His partner was holding the earpieces. The glow of his eyes faded, and he took the earbuds and inserted them. He drew a deep breath and stood, pulling me to my feet.

My ears were mostly gone from the concussion of the explosives and shotguns, but the shadows on the walls told me we weren't finished. The wolf was in the back of the house, fighting for his life. I pointed and Rick sped past me into the back room, Soul on his heels.

Eli had made it inside at last, and he and Bruiser raced through another doorway on the right. That is when I realized. There were no witches here. Not one.

"Son of a freaking gun," I muttered. "We've been conned." On the run, I picked up the parts of the amulet that I could find and stuck them into another pocket.

The front part of the house had been a kitchen, dining, and living room. Now the roof and ceiling sagged, and the s.p.a.ce was full of brick and debris from the exploded chimney, green goo, and smoking and burning bodies like aliens out of a horror movie. No furniture. No nothing except a weird black painted arc on each of the floors.

The back of the house was much darker, divided into two bedrooms and a bath, all damp, with wallpaper hanging off the walls and furniture debris scattered everywhere-parts of a bed and mattress, parts of tables and chairs, a busted bathroom sink and toilet, and human bodies, clearly drained and left to rot or rise as vamps, as nature and the intent of the master intended.

Two of them were children.

My Beast couldn't take the sight of more dead children. She roared inside me, screaming, Kits! I dropped the empty shotgun as power struck through me like a battering ram and I/we leaped for the back of the thing in the room. In midair I drew a nine-mil. The thing was seven feet tall and had pinchers, which I ignored. I landed on his back, reached around, grabbed the chain holding the amulet, and fired repeatedly into the pocket watch, the bullets and ricochets. .h.i.tting the creature or bouncing off.

It roared and I/we pushed off with back legs. Sprang to the floor. As I fell, I ripped the busted amulet from his neck. Dropped and rolled. Eli emptied his sub gun into the thing's head. I put the busted amulet into a pocket. I was gonna run out of pockets soon. Which made me laugh. Eli looked at me like I was crazy, and then he laughed with me.

He pointed to the front of the house and grabbed a pincher. I looked at the iron-covered windows and understood. I grabbed a human-shaped foot, and together we dragged the thing into the sunlight. When we trotted into the last room, we found Rick and Bruiser hitting the last creature with swords, trying to decapitate it.

I bent over and braced my hands on my knees, cussing under my breath. It was over. And all for nothing. No witches. Not one.

No one spoke as we tugged the last spidey vamp into the sun and walked out through what was left of the front door. We were met with cops and guns, all pointed at us. I held up my hands and dropped to the porch floor, glad to see I was sitting in a spot clear of smoking bodies and goo.