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One of the boys who’s gone even paler than when he came out of the club waves a bony arm in the air like a drunk praying mantis.
“It’s Hunahpu,” he says. “He runs the cookers.”
“Where can I find him?”
“Shut your fucking mouth, Jonas.”
It’s Cale, still on the ground, but still in command. His latex glistens with blood. He’s gone from platinum blond to I Love Lucy red.
Candy moves behind him in case he freaks and takes a runner.
Jonas says, “I don’t want to die here.”
Cale shouts, “Say another word and I’ll kill you myself!”
“Who do you think is in better shape to kill you, Jonas? Cale or me? Tell me where to find Hunahpu.”
“I’ll tell you if you don’t kill anyone.”
I nod.
“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.
