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“Good boy. That’s reasonable. Tell me. I’ll know if you’re lying.”
“Hunahpu works out of a lab in West Hollywood. Bio-Specialties Group.”
“What kind of lab is it?”
“I don’t know. There’s test tubes and shit. It’s a lab.”
“Will he be there now?”
“How should I know?”
“You got a number for him?”
Jonas’s hands are shaking so much he can hardly get the phone out of his pocket. The hoodoo I threw earlier should have just fried the part of the phone that makes calls. The address book and calendar still ought to work. Maybe.
Jonas nervously thumbs through a couple of screens. Cale’s girl is up on her feet. She tries to grab the phone from Jonas’s hands, but he shoves her back down in the blood. Candy kicks her hands out from under her when she tries to get up again.
“Jonas, you cocksucker, don’t tell him anything,” shouts Cale.
“and00">I don’t want anyone getting killed.”
Jonas holds up the phone so I can read the number off the screen.
“Good boy. You are not a completely useless human being. Now get the fuck out of here.”
“Cale? You okay? Cale?” calls his girl.
Jonas’s chest explodes with wet red holes. The blood on his shirt is real and it’s his. He collapses onto his knees and falls over onto his face.
I spin and see Cale pointing a .38 snub nose at me. Probably loaded with .357 rounds. He must have had it tucked in his boot. He has to use both hands to steady the gun enough to aim. The hammer is already halfway down. He gets off one shot. A body blurs by me. Candy has shoved one of the boys from Cale’s crew in front of me. He catches the bullet just below his right ear and is dead before he hits the pavement.
Cale manages to get off one more shot. It goes through my right sleeve. I feel some heat and blood, but the bullet does more damage to the coat than to me. Cale doesn’t know that, and too bad for him, neither does Candy.
She is on him and the blood isn’t my hoodoo spell this time. She’s gone full-on Jade and is tearing him apart.
“Candy, that’s enough,” I yell.
She turns to me. Her eyes are red slits in black ice. Her nails have grown out into curved claws and her mouth is full of sharp white shark teeth. Someone screams. Then a whole lot of people start screaming, which is the way it usually goes when people see a monster for the first time.
“Come on. He’s not going to get any deader.”
It takes her a minute to register my words. The beast is in control now and it takes a few seconds for the human part of her to get back online.
She walks over to me, her human face slowly replacing the Jade’s. I put my arm around her, whisper, “Thanks for looking out for me,” and kiss the top of her head.
Most of Cale’s crew is long gone. Only his girl is still there. I walk over to his body and push his head to the side. He’s a mess. When I wipe the blood away, I can make out the tattoos on his scalp and the rusty gears in my brain go click, click, click.
“What the hell is that doing there?” I ask Cale’s girl.
The girl says, “That’s the symbol for Sister Ludi. She’s a protector spirit.”
“I know what she is. What is she doing on Cale’s scalp?”
“What do you noWhat domean?”
“Sister Ludi is fake. A gaff. She’s something Sub Rosa touts made up to sell fake idols and potions to tourists. What’s her symbol doing on the head of someone who had to know that?”
A better question is what does a demon have to do with a fake goddess? I recognize it now. Sister Ludi’s sigil is the same symbol that was burned over the bed in Hunter’s room.
