me, chained shut. When I lifted the scope to my eye, I could read the numbers on the combination lock.
Aubrey's minivan appeared on the street, coming down from the north, then passed out of sight, making its way toward his assassination post. I wouldn't be able to see Aubrey or Ex and the windowless van from where I was. I sat crouched in the long, blue shadows of morning, my back against the wall, invisible creatures pressing against me.
"Hey," Uncle Eric said. "You've got a call."
I plucked the cell phone out of my pocket, cursing myself quietly for not putting the phone on vibrate, and let the barrel of the rifle lower toward the ground. The display only told me that it was a conference call. I picked up before Eric spoke again.
"Hey," I said.
"Are you in place?" Ex asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Okay," Aubrey said with a small, coughing sigh. There was a rustling on the line and something clanked. "I'm set."
"Midian and I are heading in," Chogyi said. "You'll see us in just a moment."
His voice was calm. Just hearing him sound like that loosened the knot in my belly a little bit. I almost smiled.
"Okay," Ex said. "Focus on drawing Coin out. Don't worry about us. We'll be watching for the signal."
"Good luck, everyone," I said, then I dropped the call, put the cell phone back in my pocket, and knelt down, the rifle held between me and the wall. A flock of pigeons rose from the far side of the tracks, swinging wide around the green-gray warehouse and then away, as if they wanted nothing to do with any of us.
Ex's car pulled up on the street, its engine unnaturally loud in the comparative silence. Chogyi Jake got out of the driver's side. Midian emerged from the passenger's, moving with the same awkwardness he always did. Chogyi Jake lifted a black nylon duffel bag out of the car's diminutive trunk and unzipped it. Midian slouched to the smaller gate in the chain-link fence, then slowly, painfully knelt. I shifted my weight, the gravel crunching under me. Chogyi Jake pulled a blue silk robe from the bag, pulled it on over his clothes, then leaned down by Midian. I picked up the rifle. Through the scope, I could see the chalk in Chogyi Jake's hand, the symbols taking shape all around Midian. The vampire's eyes were closed, his hands open on his bent knees, his smile showing teeth black as fresh tar. Seeing them both in the crosshairs felt ominous, but I didn't look away.
Chogyi took his place behind Midian, one hand on the ruined scalp, the other palm raised toward the new-risen sun. When the slow, strange call of his voice reached me, I caught my breath.
The song that rose from them was one of the strangest sounds I'd ever heard. Sorrowful and accusing, it most reminded me of an Islamic call to prayer. The invisible things pressing against me shivered, paused, and then went wild. Their frenzy made me grit my teeth. I could feel them over every inch of my skin, writhing and beating against me. Chogyi Jake's call rose again, seeming to echo against itself, like someone singing a round, even though there was only one voice. Midian wasn't smiling anymore. His ruined lips were moving, his head shaking back and forth, his eyes shut. Sweat was pouring down Chogyi Jake's face and neck. I could see the rivulets glitter in the light.
The warehouse door opened with a scream of old hinges. I looked up. At this distance, the man who came out could have been anyone. I had expected him to walk unnaturally, pulled out to us like an unwilling marionette, but his steps were perfectly regular. Through the scope, I could see the dark slacks and simple white shirt below the inscribed face I had glimpsed when Ex brought me here before. Randolph Coin, or whatever had taken up residence under the dead man's skin. I placed the rifle against my shoulder the way Ex had shown me and kept my eye on Coin as he crossed the wide parking lot, reached the chain-link fence, twirled the combination lock, and opened the small gate. Something shimmered as the gate opened. For a moment, I saw inhuman faces in the air.
Coin stepped out to the street. My heart was tripping over, wild as the riders that whirled in the still air. Coin's face, caught in my crosshairs, filled me with a sense of dread