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“No,” I agreed. Even with help, we might not cover all the locations. But this seemed like the best chance. “Our other option is to call all of the Speedy Marts and see if we can talk the clerks into posting the symbol themselves.” What were the odds?
“It wouldn’t hurt to have someone on that as backup,” Ben said. “We just need someone with a phone book and a phone.”
“Okay, let’s get Rachel on that, since she’s probably snowed in anyway.”
Maybe we’d covered all the bases.
We raced on. Tyler sat straight, both hands on the wheel, focused ahead and concentrating. There wasn’t any traffic, not anymore, though we passed abandoned cars that had slid off the shoulder and gotten stuck. Every now and then I saw flashing lights through the driving snow—the yellow warning lights of snowplows, the red and blue of a police car once. I expected us to get pulled over by a cop wanting to know what the heck we were doing out here. But maybe you saw a military Humvee driving with purpose up the highway in a snowstorm, you figured it was on a mission.
I called Cormac. “Did you get ahold of Shaun?”
“I did. He’s got the picture. I’ll send it to you next.”
“You think this is really going to work?” I asked.
“I guess we’ll find out,” he said, his wry fatalism from the old days showing through. “I—I think it will. I have faith.”
I’d never known Cormac to have much faith in anything except the gun in his hand and his ability to shoot. Now that he’d lost the guns, what did he have faith in? And why did that make me worry? “Cormac. Seriously. Are you okay?” Frowning, Ben glanced at me.
“I’m f
ine. I’ll explain everything when this is all over.” He clicked off.
“That just means there really is something to explain,” I said, staring at my phone.
“He is okay, right?” Ben said. And I really didn’t know.
My phone beeped—photo coming through.
The gromoviti znaci, the thunder mark, looked like a wheel, or a very stylized flower. Six spokes radiated from a space, with a circle in the middle. On the wheel’s outer ring, between each spoke, was another circle. I knew enough about magic to know circles were powerful, often used as symbols of protection. This was one of the more intricate, beautiful versions of the pattern I’d seen.
Ben leaned over to look at the screen on my phone. “That’s it, huh?”
“Yup.”
“I’m trying to figure out if ‘saving the city’ would fly as a defense for vandalism charges,” he said.
“You’re always the practical one.” I kissed his cheek.
The storm around us was morphing from a pale gray to a dark gray—the sun was setting. I wondered if twilight or nightfall was part of Franklin’s spell, and if that was how much time we had to stop this.
“How’s it going, Tyler?” I said.
“It’s nice having a job to do,” he said, smiling a little. “A mission.”
I was glad someone was enjoying this. I’d have been happier at home, safe in our den.
We approached the lights of Parker.
Chapter 22
I NAVIGATED TYLER to the Speedy Mart, which was on the corner of a wide intersection between subdivisions. The snowplows had given up awhile ago, and the wind had blown drifts across the streets. We only made it through because Tyler gunned the Humvee, and the chains bit into the snow. The streetlights were on; sheets of huge snowflakes—golf-ball-size chunks of icy, clinging snow, really—fell through the orange beams. It would have been beautiful—if I’d been watching it from inside a heated room.
A single car, half covered by a drift of snow, was parked in the lot. A light was on inside the convenience store, but I didn’t see anyone behind the counter. The place might not have been open, but that was okay—we could put the symbol on the outside. I hoped.
Tyler swerved to a stop by the curb in front of the door.
“I don’t suppose anyone has a pen and paper? A can of spray paint?” I said.
