Blind God's Bluff A Billy Fox Novel - By Richard Lee Byers Page 0,76

back to shore, and not just because I was keeping an eye out for the hammerhead. Eventually A’marie asked, “What’s wrong?”

“When I made up my mind to do this, I wanted to help everybody.”

“You are. You will. Murk will be all right.”

“You really think so?”

“Yes. He wants the prestige of being a lord, but he’s too much of a loner to bother his subjects very much. You’re doing as well as anybody could.”

“Thanks.” I hesitated. “You know, I like it better working together.”

“So do I.” She smiled. “I definitely feel like I’m getting more accomplished. Because it’s hard to stop you from doing what you want to do.”

‘I’ve been lucky so far.” Saying it made me wonder when my luck was going to turn.

When the bay got shallow enough, I pulled my fins off, and we put our feet down. Then we had to cough and retch out the water in our lungs. The breeze that had felt pleasant before chilled my wet skin, and the on-top-of-Everest feeling came back. The magic from the pills hadn’t run out of juice, and so it was still harder to breathe the open air.

The tape on my ribs was peeling off, but that was okay. Now that I’d juiced with Red’s magic, it didn’t feel like I needed it anymore.

A’marie pulled off her goggles. I took off my goggles and fins, and we waded toward the little red convertible.

Something rose up behind it.

CHAPTER TWELVE

I had a hard time making out the shape behind the car. It was like it was made of glass, and on top of that, my eyes just wanted to look someplace else. I had a hunch that an ordinary human, with no mojo inside him, wouldn’t be able to see it at all.

“Do you see that?” I wheezed, stretching out my arm.

A’marie looked where I was pointing. “Yes,” she said, sounding surprised. “I think it’s Sylvester.”

Now that she’d suggested it, I thought she might be right. The figure was big enough, and had a round-shouldered, slouching shape to it, like an orangutan.

“What’s he doing here?” I asked, just as the giant raised his arm and waved.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“Did you tell anybody where we were going?”

“No.”

“Then I really don’t like this.”

Sylvester beckoned for us to come on.

A’marie frowned. “I know what you mean. But I’ve always gotten along with Sylvester. I don’t know of anybody who doesn’t. He’s… gentle.”

He hadn’t looked all that gentle fighting for beads in dreamland, but I guessed that hadn’t been his fault. Besides, all our stuff was in the Mazda.

“Okay,” I said. “But have the pipes ready. They’re our only weapon. And be ready to run back to the water.”

Panting like we had asthma, we waded up onto the sand. Water trickled down from A’marie’s soaked clothing.

As we got closer to Sylvester, I could see him more clearly. I had a hunch the charm he was using wasn’t actually supposed to hide him from other Old People. It wasn’t strong enough for that. It was only meant to keep humans from spotting him. He needed something like that to move around in broad daylight.

He was dressed in a denim shirt, jeans, and a white kerchief with a gold pattern in it knotted around his neck. He needed a cowboy hat to go with the rest of the outfit, but that, he didn’t have. His shaggy brown hair covered his face like a hood, although I could make out the gleam of eyes behind it, and the Bluetooth jammed in his ear.

He let us get within a few yards. Then he brought up the hand that had still been dangling behind the Miata. The one with the Remington Model 870 in it. The shotgun looked like a toy in his grip, and I noticed someone had cut away the trigger guard. Probably because his thick, crooked finger wouldn’t have fit through.

“Shit!” I said. “I knew it.”

“Move away from him, A’marie,” Sylvester said. His voice was deep—not kraken deep, but still—and even in a tense situation, the words came out slow and almost sleepy. “I got no reason to hurt you.”

“You don’t have a reason to hurt me, either,” I said. “I’m on your side. I’m going to help you.”

“It’s true,” said A’marie. She hadn’t shifted away from me. I gave her a little nudge, but she still stayed put. Maybe because she was afraid Sylvester would fire as soon as she moved.

“No, it isn’t,” Sylvester said. “He came into my dreams along with Timon.