anywhere, you’re not going anywhere, your little dog isn’t going anywhere. Come with me.”
“No.” I jerked back from him.
“I’m trying to keep you alive!”
“I don’t need your help. I’m doing fine on my own.”
“Don’t make me carry you out of here,” he snarled.
“Try it.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
The little dog barked at him.
“We don’t have time for this.” He spaced his words out, speaking slowly and clearly as if to a child. “Why are you being . . . difficult?”
“You just killed eight people! I don’t even know why you’re here, how you’re involved in this or why, and you want me to just get into the car with you.”
He growled and thrust his gun into my hands. “Here, you can have my gun. You can point it at me the entire way.”
“No thanks. I have my own.”
“Cazzo.” He raised his arms. “Is there another elephant I can shoot to make you come with me?”
I shut up and ran for the door.
Chapter 8
I jumped into the passenger seat of a silver Alfa Romeo 4C and buckled my seat belt, the little dog on my lap. Alessandro slid behind the wheel and pushed the start button. The tiny car purred. He fastened his seat belt, put the Alfa into gear, and we sped off.
“You shot the elephant?”
The remains of my Element with bald wheels and bullet hole scars in the doors flashed by us.
“Of course I shot the damn elephant.”
At the other end of the parking lot another Guardian roared, coming up the street. Alessandro took a turn at an insane speed. The Alfa all but floated above the pavement. We circled the mall and shot out onto Old Post Road like a bullet.
“Who’s in that Guardian?”
“Celia.”
“What? Rose-gold Celia?”
“Yes. I told you to let it go. I told you to go home. And what did you do?” His magic pulsed with a flash of orange. “You flounced straight into that snake pit.”
“Flounced?”
“Like a lamb, Catalina. Like a stupid, pretty little lamb bouncing over green grass straight into the wolf’s den. Do you have any idea what Benedict does to women?”
“No, why don’t you enlighten me?”
“The man is a degenerate. Ma porca puttana! What were you thinking?”
Well, look who lost his temper. I would have agreed with his assessment of Benedict, except in Italy “that whore of a pig” only applied to situations, and never to a person.
“I was thinking I have a client whose mother was murdered and whose seventeen-year-old sister is missing. Instead of posturing and cursing, you could help me. Where is Halle, Alessandro?”
“I wish I knew so I could kidnap her back and leave her on your doorstep with a bow to keep you from sticking your pretty nose into things you don’t understand.”
He said I had a pretty nose. “Stop treating me like I’m an idiot.”
My phone rang. I answered it. “Hello?”
“Good news,” Bug said.
I put him on speaker.
“I found your vomit muffin. He’s driving a crappy silver Italian import. He’s about to merge onto the I-10. Where are you?”
“In the passenger seat of the crappy import.”
“This is a great car.” Alessandro executed a hair-raising merge and cut across three lanes of traffic with three inches of room to spare. “Italians make the best cars.”
Bug sputtered. “Ask Captain Vapid if he knows what Fiat stands for. Fix It Again, Tony!”
Alessandro shifted lanes again. “You better ask Tony how good he is at fixing surveillance drones.”
“You son of a bitch! When I get my hands on you—”
“You’ll wish you hadn’t.”
“Will the two of you shut up?” I snapped. “Bug, there is a Guardian following us. We need to lose it.”
Alessandro cut across two lanes to the right, weaving in and out of traffic. The Alfa slid between two trucks about an inch from the front vehicle’s bumper. Someone laid on their horn.
“I don’t understand why we couldn’t just fight her at the mall,” I squeezed out through clenched teeth.
“Because your magic won’t work on her in her active state and I don’t have a gun large enough to take her down. I looked.”
“I have the Guardian,” Bug reported. “Bad news. They’ve got a Cockerill MK III 90mm cannon mounted on that thing. People are getting out of their way like the Red Sea before Moses.”
Alessandro stepped on the gas. The Alfa jumped forward into the lane on our left, sped around a semi, and slid in front of it, nearly skidding.
“Find us an exit strategy,” I barked. “Before we wreck.”
“We won’t wreck.” Alessandro’s voice was completely calm.