Francis stood, his chair scraping the dirty tile. His narrow face was drawn and his hair had fallen into his eyes. “Rachel, tell them Kalamack is going to kill me!”
I looked at Edden, my lips pressed tight. “He’s right.”
At my words, Francis whimpered. His dark eyes looked haunted, as if unsure whether he should be happy or upset that someone was taking his worries seriously.
“Get him an ACG blanket,” Edden said in a bothered tone. “Keep him secure.”
My shoulders eased. If they got Francis tucked out of sight quick enough, he’d be safe.
Briston’s gaze flicked to the boxes. “And the—uh—tomatoes, Captain?”
His grin widened as he leaned over the table, careful to keep his arms out of the splattered mess. “Let’s leave that for the evidence crew.”
Clearly relieved, Briston gestured for Clayton. “Rachel!” Francis babbled as they pulled him to the door. “You’re going to help me, right? I’ll tell them everything!”
All four of the FIB officers roughly escorted him out, Briston’s heels clicking smartly. The door snicked shut, and I closed my eyes at the blessed silence. “What a night,” I whispered.
Edden’s chuckle pulled my eyes open. “I owe you, Morgan,” he said, three paper napkins between his fingers and the tomato-slimed white vial. “After seeing you with those two witches, I don’t know why Denon was so set on bringing you down. You’re a hell of a runner.”
“Thanks,” I whispered around a long sigh, stifling a shudder as my thoughts returned to trying to fight two ley line witches at once. It had been close. If Edden hadn’t jarred the concentration of that third witch to break the net, I would have been dead. “Thanks for getting my back, I mean,” I said softly.
The absence of the FIB officers had pulled Nick from the corner, and he handed me a foam cup of something that might have once been coffee. He carefully lowered himself into the chair beside me, his gaze flicking between the three boxes and the tomato-smeared table. It seemed seeing Edden touch one had given him a measure of courage. I flashed him a tired smile and cupped my good hand about the coffee, taking advantage of its warmth.
“I’d appreciate it if you would inform the I.S. you’re paying off my contract,” I said. “Before I set foot out of this room,” I added, tugging the ACG blanket closer.
Edden set the vial down with a reverent slowness. “With Percy’s confession, Kalamack can’t buy his way out of this.” A smile played about his square face. “Clayton tells me we got the Brimstone at the airport, too. I ought to get out from behind my desk more often.”
I sipped my coffee. The bitter swill filled my mouth, and I reluctantly swallowed. “How about that call?” I said as I set the cup down and looked at the red amulet glowing in my lap.
Edden sat up with a grunt and took out a slim cell phone. Cradling it in his left hand, he hit a single digit with his thumb. I looked at Jenks to see if he noticed. The pixy’s wings blurred, and with an impatient look, he slid from Nick and walked stiffly down the table to me. I raised him up to my shoulder before he could ask. Levering himself close to my ear, Jenks whispered, “He’s got the I.S. on speed dial.”
“How about that,” I said, the tape pulling on my eyebrow as I tried to raise it.
“I’m going to wring every drop of gloat out of this one,” Edden said, slouching back in his chair as the phone rang. The white vial stood out before him like a tiny trophy. “Denon!” he shouted. “Full moon next week. How you doing?”
My jaw dropped. It wasn’t the I.S. Edden had on speed dial. It was my old boss. And he was alive? The demon hadn’t killed him? He must have had someone else do his dirty work.
Edden harrumphed, clearly misunderstanding my surprise, before turning his attention back to the phone. “That’s great,” he said, interrupting Denon. “Listen. I want you to call off the run you have on a Ms. Rachel Morgan. Maybe you know her? She used to work for you.” There was a slight pause, and I almost caught what Denon said, it was so loud. On my shoulder, Jenks fanned his wings in agitation. A sly smile came over Edden.
“You do remember her?” Edden said. “Great. Call your people off. We’re paying for it.” Again a hesitation, and his smile grew. “Denon, I’m offended. She can’t work for the FIB. I’ll move the funds when the accounts open in the morning. Oh, and could you send one of your trolleys out to the main bus depot? I’ve three witches needing extradition to Inderlander custody. They were making a ruckus, and since we were in the neighborhood, we downed them for you.”
There was a spate of angry conversation from the other end, and Jenks gasped. “Ooooh, Rachel,” he stammered. “He’s ticked.”
“No,” Edden said firmly, sitting straighter. He was clearly enjoying this. “No,” he said again, grinning. “You should have thought about that before you set them on her.”
The butterflies in my stomach wanted out. “Tell him to dissolution the master amulet keyed to me,” I said, setting the amulet to clatter onto the table like a guilty secret.
Edden put a hand over the phone, drowning out Denon’s irate voice. “A what?”
My eyes were fixed on the amulet. It was still glowing. “Tell him,” I said, taking a slow breath, “I want the master amulet keyed to me dissolutioned. Every assassin team spelling for me has an amulet just like this one.” I touched it with a finger, wondering if the tingle I felt was imagined or real. “As long as it’s glowing, they won’t stop.”
His eyebrows arched. “A life-sign monitoring amulet?” he said, and I nodded, giving him a sour smile. It was a courtesy from one assassin trio to the next so no one would waste time plotting to murder someone already dead.
“Huh,” Edden said, putting the phone to his ear. “Denon,” he said cheerfully. “Be a good boy and dunk the charm monitoring Morgan’s life signs so she can go home to bed.”
Denon’s angry voice was loud through the small speaker. I jerked when Jenks laughed, vaulting himself up to sit in the swing of my earring. Licking my lips, I stared at the amulet, willing it to go out. Nick’s hand touched my shoulder, and I jumped. My eyes fixed back onto the amulet with a hungry intensity.
“There!” I exclaimed as the disk flickered and went out. “Look! It’s gone!” Pulse hammering, my eyes closed in a long blink as I imagined them going out all over the city. Denon must have had the master amulet with him, wanting to know the exact moment the assassins were successful. He was one sick puppy.
Fingers shaking, I picked it up. The disk felt heavy in my hand. My gaze met Nick’s. He seemed as relieved as I was, the smile on his face reaching his eyes. Exhaling, I fell back against the chair and slipped the disk into my bag. My death threat was gone.
Denon’s angry questions echoed through the phone. Edden grinned all the wider. “Turn on your TV, Denon, my friend,” he said, holding the speaker away from his ear for a moment. Drawing it close, he shouted, “Turn on your TV. I said, turn on your TV!” Edden’s eyes flicked to mine. “Bye-bye, Denon,” he said in a mocking falsetto. “See you at church.”
The beep as the circuit broke was loud. Edden leaned back in his chair and crossed his good arm over the one in the sling. His smile was one of satisfaction. “You’re a free witch, Ms. Morgan. How’s it feel to come back from the dead?”
My hair swung forward as I looked down at myself, every scratch and bruise complaining for attention. My arm throbbed in its sling, and my face was one solid ache. “Great,” I said, managing a smile. “It feels just great.” It was over. I could go home and hide under my covers.
Nick stood and put a hand on my shoulder. “Come on, Rachel,” he said softly. “Let’s get you home.” His dark eyes rose to Edden’s briefly. “She can do the paperwork tomorrow?”