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Franklin and the black Hummer were gone. Figured.
I opened the door to get some fresh air and clear my head.
Cormac was already outside, standing by the open passenger door of the car, his right hand raised as if preparing to throw something at the spot where Franklin had been standing. I just stared at him dumbly.
Ben got out and called across the roof of the car. “Cormac?”
He didn’t respond.
The object he held in his hand was small, metallic—wire twisted into a knot-work pattern. An amulet, maybe. The expression on his face was set, determined, as if he was sure of himself, the situation, and what to do about it. A soldier preparing for battle. But he had a gleam in his eyes as well, an eagerness that I’d never seen before. I’d always thought of him as a cold killer, who would shoot his target—kill another human being—without emotion, without reflection, treating it like a job, like taking out the trash. It was what made him scary. But now he seemed excited about a coming battle. He even smelled different—adrenaline and endorphins. The scent of a chase. For half a heartbeat, I almost didn’t recognize him.
Then it was gone. I might have imagined it all.
“Cormac!” Ben shouted it this time.
Cormac blinked and took a deep, recovering breath. The set expression faded into a frown, and his gaze turned studious, distant. He lowered his arm. The metallic charm went into his jeans pocket.
The bounty hunter looked at Ben and me and seemed to need a moment to collect himself to speak. When he did, his voice was way too calm. “You two okay?”
“What was that?” Ben demanded.
“Bastard’s a wizard,” he said.
That wasn’t even the wackiest thing I’d ever heard. I’d met a wizard before. And he was one of the strangest, scariest guys I knew—so what did that make Franklin?
“Okay, but what’s he up to?” I asked.
“You took that a lot better than I would have expected.”
“You tell me he’s a wizard, okay, I believe you. Me bitching isn’t going to change that.”
Cormac started walking toward the lockbox on the wall.
Ben called after him, “As the lawyer present I’d like to point out that actually interfering puts us on shaky legal ground.”
“We can’t even look?” I said.
“Legally, we just need proof that he’s up to something; we don’t have to know what,” Ben said.
“You aren’t curious?” I said.
“That’s got nothing to do with it. Cormac? Anything even remotely resembling trespassing or breaking and entering is going to look bad to a parole officer.”
Cormac stopped, then turned and sauntered back to the car. “I hate that.”
I thought a minute—I wasn’t on parole. I started for the box.
“Kitty,” Ben said, admonishing. I waved a hand.
“Don’t touch anything you find,” Cormac said as we passed each other.
The box seemed to be bolted to the brick wall, and it didn’t seem to be locked, which was odd. I looked all around it, searching for wires, arcane symbols, anything. Holding my breath, bracing for the inevitable lightning strike, I opened the door.
At the floor of the box lay an amulet, a couple of inches long, made of pewter or tarnished silver and shaped like a fat, stylized “T.” The top part of it was curved inward—like the whole thing was a miniature, double-headed ax.
I didn’t touch it, but closed the door and backed away slowly. Back at the car, Ben and Cormac were standing, leaning on their respective doors, watching. They must have seen the quizzical look on my face.
“Well?” Ben said.
