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His brow furrowed. “Yes, that’s right. If an account appears to be compromised, they send in a djinn for an assessment. The djinn determines whether the account can remain open with a new guardian or whether it should be relocated.”
“And how do they determine that?”
“I don’t think it matters in our case. They’re looking at the death of all their employees, Miss Clay. They’re going to remove the treasure and relocate.”
“Great. Problem solved.” I frowned. “What about the deaths? Will they investigate or do they place more value on what’s in the account than those guarding it?”
“I’m sure it’s the latter, but I’m afraid the problem doesn’t end with relocation.”
Somehow I didn’t think so. “Why not? What will they do?”
His whisky-colored eyes darkened. “Destroy Fairhaven and everyone in it. Two years ago, there was an account compromised in Japan that resulted in the razing of a mountainside town. Authorities blamed an earthquake.”
Not the answer I was hoping to hear. “Why would they do that if they can simply relocate the vault?”
“As payback for the inconvenience, I imagine.”
Terrific. “What do we do now?”
“I say we return to the house and put a stop to the final stage.”
“Won’t they just send more monsters until the job is done?” They were a corporation with deep pockets and seemingly endless resources.
“They may, or they may decide to cut their losses after this, take their treasure, and leave in peace. Perhaps yet another town-destroying monster will increase their budget and eat into their profit margin. Who knows? Regardless, I don’t see that we have a choice. I refuse to stand idly by while Fairhaven is destroyed.”
I felt the same. “What kind of weapons do we need to fight?” I reached for my dagger. “I don’t think this blade’s going to cut it. Pun fully intended.”
Kane glanced at the small blade in my hand. “I’ve seen how you slice an apple. Keep your dagger clean and pack your throwing axes.”
I bolted upstairs to raid the weapons trunk in my bedroom. I threw as many as I could carry into a backpack and returned to the foyer where Kane awaited me.
“Who else is coming?” I asked, as I unlocked the truck and tossed the backpack inside.
“Just us.”
I froze. “After that story you told me, you think the two of us should be the entire cavalry?”
He buckled his seatbelt. “I’d prefer not to endanger anyone else. I’ve seen you fight. I feel confident we can handle the situation.”
I clicked my belt into place. “You were so worried, you sent a great duke of hell to babysit me. Now we’re Bonnie and Clyde?”
He chuckled. “Of course not. Bonnie was far more fashionable.”
I put the pedal to the metal and drove to Thoreau Street. “Do you even own a car, or do you fly everywhere?”
“I own multiple vehicles. I prefer not to waste our precious natural resources.”
I rolled my eyes. “Kane Sullivan. Prince of Hell and all-around Boy Scout.”
I bypassed the driveway and parked across the street. There was no need for the pyxis. The front door hung off its hinges.
“I think the final stage has already started,” Kane said, echoing my thoughts. “Why don’t we go welcome him to the neighborhood?”
“It would be my pleasure.” I slid the straps of the backpack over my shoulders and started toward the open door.
The foyer looked the same as my last visit, except for the basement door that was on the floor like an area rug.
“Somebody has a temper,” I commented.
