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"I know that, Gin. " Finn's voice was as dark and somber as mine. "Believe me, I know. "
We didn't speak for a moment.
"Everything you need to know about Valhalla is in that file I compiled on Slater. Maps, roads, blueprints of the mansion and outbuildings," Finn said. "Do you have it with you?"
I looked at the papers that I'd spread out on top of the counter. "I'm looking through it right now. "
"Where do you want me to meet you? Because I'm coming with you, and that's not up for discussion. " There was no hesitation or give in Finn's voice. Just the determination to finish this and save Roslyn. No matter what.
I eyed the clock on the wall. Creeping up on six thirty now. Roslyn had been gone an hour. By the time I got to Valhalla, close to another hour would have passed. If I waited for Finn here at the Pork Pit, it would be closer to ninety minutes. I didn't know how long Slater would keep Roslyn alive, but every minute, every second I waited, was another one that the vamp would be in pure agony-and another one closer to her eventual death.
"All right, but we're running out of time. I'm leaving right now to drive up there. " I looked at the maps of the area. "Looks like there's some sort of gas station at the bottom of the mountain where the mansion sits. Grab your gear and meet me there as soon as you can. "
"You got it," Finn said and hung up.
I gathered up all the papers on Elliot Slater and his mountain hideaway and stuffed them back into Finn's manila folder. While I'd been talking to Finn, Sophia Deveraux had slipped into the back of the restaurant. The dwarf came out through the swinging doors carrying an anonymous black duffel bag. She handed it to me without a word.
"Thanks, Sophia. "
I took the bag from her, listening to the comforting clink-clink-clink of weapons rattling around inside. The bag contained just about everything I needed to do a quick, dirty job-silverstone knives, money, dark clothes, fake IDs, credit cards, tins of Jo-Jo's healing salve. There was only one more thing that I needed to stop and get on my way to Elliot Slater's mansion. I unzipped the bag and put the folder of information in on top of my other supplies. Then I hefted the bag over my shoulder and headed for the swinging doors that led to the alley behind the restaurant.
Sophia moved to one side to let me pass. The dwarf reached out and put her pale hand on my arm. For a moment, I thought she meant to stop me from going on what basically amounted to a suicide mission. If anyone could do it, the dwarf could. I wasn't stupid enough to think that I could take Sophia in anything resembling a fair fight. She'd seen all my tricks before, and she was tough as hell. And now I knew that she had Air elemental magic too-powerful magic that she could use to dissolve me into nothingness.
The dwarf stared at me for several seconds. Her eyes were black and flat as usual, but I caught the flash of some emotion swimming in the dark depths. It might have been approval or even pride, but it was gone too quick for me to pin it down.
"Luck," Sophia rasped in her broken voice. She dropped her arm and gestured for me to go on through the swinging doors. The dwarf wasn't going to stop me.
I nodded. "Thanks, Sophia. Tonight, I think I'm really going to need it. "
Chapter Twenty-Four
Twenty minutes later, my Mercedes Benz skidded to a halt in front of Owen Grayson's mansion. I climbed out of the car, ran up to the front door, and banged the hammer rune knocker as hard as I could against the thick wood. About thirty seconds passed before I heard the scuffle of footsteps inside. A moment later, Eva Grayson cracked open the door. When she saw that it was me, she swung the door back even more.
"Gin?" Eva asked. "What are you doing here? Do you and Owen have another date or something?"
I didn't answer, instead shouldering my way past her inside the mansion.
"Gin? Gin, what are you doing?" Eva called out behind me.
I ignored her and walked on through the house with all of its comfortable furnishings in their muted colors and the elaborate iron sculptures standing in various nooks and crannies. My boots smacked out a loud pattern, while softer slippers scurried on the wooden floor behind me, as Eva hurried to catch up.
"Gin, what's wrong?" she asked.
I didn't respond. I hurried past the downstairs living room where Eva and Violet had been watching a movie last night. Had it only been last night? Seemed like a lifetime ago.
To my surprise, Violet Fox poked her head out of the living room, clutching a tub of popcorn in her hands. She and Eva must have been having another girls' night in. Violet's dark eyes widened behind her glasses when she saw me, and she started following me down the hallway, just like Eva was.
After about a minute of brisk walking, I came to the door that marked the entrance to Owen Grayson's study. I rattled the knob. Locked. I turned to face Eva.
"Do you have a key for this?" I barked.
Eva started at my harsh tone. "Yeah, somewhere up in my room-"
No time for that. I reached for my Ice magic, and the familiar silver light flashed on the spider rune scar on my palm. Eva let out a small, surprised gasp at my display of elemental power. Violet just stood behind her, watching me.
A few seconds later, I let go of my magic and went to work with the two Ice picks that I'd created. It took me less than a minute to open the office door. I snapped on a light and walked over to the rows of silverstone weapons hanging on the wall. Eva and Violet followed me inside.
"Owen's not here," Eva said in a desperate voice. "I don't know what you want or what you're doing, Gin, but if you'll just wait for him, he'll be back any minute. "
