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"Gin? What is it?" Bria asked. "What's wrong?"
I just shook my head. I didn't have the heart to tell her what I'd seen - and what we'd both lost.
Again.
Chapter 29
After that, things followed a predictable pattern. The po-po arrived, and all the fine boys in blue started taking witness statements and collecting evidence.
I didn't know why they were bothering. Clementine, Opal, and Dixon were dead. So were a good portion of the giants they'd conned into helping them. The ones who'd left the rotunda when the shooting had started or had been outside guarding the moving trucks were being rounded up right now, and the few who'd piled into the trucks and raced the vehicles across the bridge and over onto the mainland shouldn't be too hard to track down, thanks to all those photos and bios Clementine had posted on her website.
The only person who'd gotten away clean was Clementine's boss, whoever that was.
Oh, she had certainly acted like she was in charge, and she'd had all of her crew fooled into thinking that this was just the beginning of the giant uprising she had planned for Ashland. But too many things about tonight didn't quite add up. Namely, the fact was that there was no reason for Clementine to break into the museum vault just to steal Mab's will - unless someone else had hired her to do the job in the first place.
My eyes roamed over the crowd of folks still in the rotunda. Unless I missed my guess, Clementine's boss was here tonight, hidden among the rest of what passed for high society in Ashland. I wondered if he was studying me right now, wondering how much Clementine had told me before she'd died. He would have been pleased to know that she hadn't said a word about him, but that didn't mean he'd never be discovered. In fact, I had some ideas about exactly who had orchestrated the heist and why. I just needed to get Finn to check into a few things for me.
But that could wait until tomorrow. Best to let Clementine's employer think that he'd gotten away with it, at least for a few days. Let him relax his guard and go about his business. Let him think that he was in the free and clear and that no one was coming after him.
Let him think that no one would ever figure out what he'd done - because that's when I'd finally strike.
I stood off to the left side of the rotunda. The familiar creak-creak-creak of wheels sounded, and a few seconds later, the coroner pushed a metal cart inside the round room, followed by some assistants with several other carts. All the evidence had been gathered, and now it was time for the cleanup to start.
The coroner and his assistants all gave me solemn, respectful nods when they passed. Well, that was something new and different. Although I suppose they had a vested interest in my activities. The more people I killed, the more overtime they clocked.
Gin Blanco, the Spider, Ashland's newest cottage industry. Yeah, that was me, all right.
Finn wandered over to me. He stood beside me, and we watched the coroner work, although Finn's gaze kept sliding over to Bria. I'd told my sister about Clementine's getaway boat, and she and Xavier had retrieved the three silverstone cases full of jewelry from the vessel. The two of them were busy trying to give everyone back their belongings. Not surprisingly, it was a slow process, especially since some folks saw this as an opportunity to leave with someone else's jewels.
"Well, I promised that you'd have a good time," Finn finally said in a cheery tone. "I totally delivered on that one. "
I gave him a flat look.
"What?" he asked. "Don't tell me that you're blaming me for this fiasco?"
I kept staring at him.
"Okay, okay," he said. "I know that you didn't want to
come here tonight in the first place. But how was I supposed to know that Clementine and her crew would try to rob the museum?"
"Because you're Finnegan Lane," I said. "And you're supposed to know everything that goes on in this town. "
Finn straightened up and adjusted his black silk bow tie. "True," he said. "But I hadn't heard a whiff about tonight. And none of my sources has either. While you were getting patched up by Jo-Jo, I was getting patched in. Clementine kept her entire scheme under wraps, which is surprising, given how many giants were involved. "
"Not Clementine," I said. "Her boss. "
Finn blinked. "Boss? What boss? Did Clementine say that she had a boss before you dispatched her into the great beyond?"
I thought of how she had immediately known how to open the tube that held Mab's will and all the other things she'd said and done tonight, all the information she'd had about me and my loved ones.
"Not in so many words. "
This time, Finn arched his eyebrow. "Well, what did she say, exactly? Or have you branched out into voodoo and decided to start reading blood spatters and weird stuff like that? Because she's certainly not going to tell you anything now. "
"Interesting idea," I said. "And one that I should probably look into, given all the people I've killed tonight. I wouldn't mind some peeks into the future and getting a heads-up on all the trouble that's headed my way. But no, I didn't deduce anything from Clementine's blood - only that she was dead and I wasn't. "
"So how are you going to figure out who orchestrated this?" Finn asked. "Because as skilled as you are, even you can't make the dead speak. "
