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I forced a grin. “I would expect no less.” I glanced at my watch. “Okay, we’re not going to get any readier. Let’s get this shit over with.”
Garden Street was anything but garden-y. It was probably intended to be a high-tech industrial park, but whoever had built it failed to consider the fact that Beaulac’s industry tended more to tourism and general suburbia. Sprawling warehouses had been built, but the expected flock of high-tech industry failed to materialize. Now it housed run-of-the-mill businesses such as a carpet store and a plumbing supply place. Although most of the warehouses actually had tenants, I had a feeling the owners found it necessary to drop the rent far below what they’d initially expected to get.
The warehouse I was going to was not one of the occupied ones. It looked like it had been at one time—there was a faded patch on the front façade that looked as if a sign had once been there. But when we drove by to see if we could make any sort of security assessment, we couldn’t see any lights beyond the glass doors in front. And there were no cars parked anywhere nearby.
Ryan stopped the car a few hundred yards away from my destination. I half-expected him to come up with another argument against me walking in there, but thankfully he simply gave me an encouraging smile and silently handed me the mike and earpiece.
I clipped the mike inside my jacket, stuck the earpiece into my ear. “Here goes,” I said, then got out of the car before I could lose my nerve.
The brief walk should have given me a chance to try and calm my jangled nerves, but I couldn’t stop the worries from crowding in. Could Tracy sense that I’d destroyed his focus diagram? Or would he only know that when he tried to fire the gate up? Surely he would have said something on the phone if he knew. And how much would that affect the gate? Kehlirik had said it would still work but not as well. How much was “not as well?”
“Can you hear me?” Ryan’s voice came in through my earpiece.
“Loud and clear,” I murmured under my breath as I approached the double glass doors. The previous tenants had apparently been in some sort of stucco business, to judge by the faint imprint of painted letters that still remained on the doors.
“And you’re coming in strong too. I’m worried about how it’s going to work in the metal building though.”
“Guess we’ll find out the hard way,” I replied, pausing before I entered. Here goes. Let’s not fuck this up, ‘kay?
I stepped into a foyer area that looked like it might have once held a number of cubicles. Horribly ugly wood paneling covered the walls, and a dust-covered metal desk squatted against a far wall. I could see my breath in the musty air. The air didn’t feel any warmer than the outdoors, but at least I was out of the wind.
A set of metal doors in front of me probably led to the warehouse proper. My earpiece popped and hissed with static as I moved forward, and I grimaced. So much for staying in contact. I took hold of the door handle in front of me, then paused and peered into the corner.
“Greetings, honored zhurn,” I said, taking a chance that my hunch was correct.
I waited several heartbeats and was rewarded by the sight of two red eyes. “Greetings to you, summoner,” it responded in its distinctive crackling voice.
Okay, so at least my over-caution had been warranted. I didn’t bother trying to find out what this demon’s terms were with Tracy. The tenth-level demons were insanely reticent even under the best of circumstances. I had no doubt that if it was here, it was tasked with guarding the place. And since zhurn were able to communicate mind-to-mind with the one who summoned them, I was sure he was currently reporting to Tracy that I was here.
No sense in keeping them waiting. I yanked the door open and barged on in.
Inside was simply a vast open area. The ceiling above me rose at least thirty feet. There were no furnishings or interior walls. The only thing to look at was in the middle of the warehouse floor. That’s where Roman was sitting in a chair with his hands behind him—I assumed tied or cuffed. He looked shaken as all hell but didn’t seem to be injured or beaten up. Behind him stood Tracy, holding a gun to Roman’s head.
Tracy gave me a broad smile. “Look who finally decided to join the party!”
My earpiece crackled again as I walked forward. “Jill…owners…corporation.” Shit. I had no idea what Ryan was trying to tell me.
“Let’s not waste time, shall we?” Tracy said. “If you’d be so kind as to step into that diagram, we can get on with this whole thing.”
I opened my mouth to tell him to release Roman, then paused as Ryan repeated what he’d said. I could hear him this time. Well, now…that changes everything. “You’re sure?” I said.
“Quite sure,” Tracy replied.
“One hundred percent,” Ryan said in my ear. “As soon as we deal with the zhurn, we’re coming in.”
“Excellent.” I stopped and crossed my arms over my chest. Tilted my head. “And what happens if I don’t do as you ask?”
Tracy gave a bark of laughter. “I shoot your ex. Do you really think I won’t? You know I won’t hesitate.”
“Okay. Shoot him,” I said. “And no, this isn’t some stupid bluff. Why the fuck should I care if you shoot your partner?” I locked eyes with Roman. “Isn’t that right, Posterula Inc?” I snorted. “You’re listed as the CEO, right? Posterula…secondary door or gate. Very imaginative.” I resisted the urge to pump my fist in the air and give an exuberant shout. Damn straight! My instincts weren’t off!
Roman shot to his feet—not bound after all. He rounded on Tracy, scowling. “You said no one would figure it out!”
Tracy’s mouth pressed into a thin line. “I said the chances were low. It doesn’t matter now. Grab her and put her into the goddamn diagram.”
I spread my hands as Roman stalked toward me. “Oh, you don’t have to manhandle me into the diagram. I’ll walk there on my own, but first I want to know why the hell you tried to get me busted for murder.” Then I winced, shook my head. “Never mind. I know why.” Fucking hell, I could be dense sometimes. I looked at Tracy. “You wanted into my summoning chamber, didn’t you? You set me up just enough to get them to do a search warrant.”
“You did a good job cleaning up your diagrams,” he said. “But like all good summoners, you use blood as a component when tracing them out.”
