initials on it, so he wants you to find it.”
“Why the hell didn’t he call me?”
“He doesn’t have a throwaway with him, asshole. He’s not making calls to you on his regular phone.”
Big Thumbs thought that over, then grunted. “I hate working with damn amateurs. He pays good, but he’s a pain in the ass. Where is his goddamned card case supposed to be?”
“Wherever he’s been holding those ceremonies. He said you’d know what he meant.”
“Okay, but if we run late, he’d better not bitch about it.” Big Thumbs nodded at the last two men, who’d deposited their burden in the back of the truck and slammed the doors. “Look for the man’s fancy card case. Should be out back.”
There was a brand-new, eight-foot wooden fence closing off the backyard. It stood out like a sore thumb in this neighborhood. According to Shannon, the backyard was where the worst stink of death magic came from.
That’s also where Scott and Chris were waiting. Those two men wouldn’t be coming back.
Big Thumbs waited impatiently for a full forty-five seconds. “Hell with this shit. No point in the delivery running late. You two, get aboard.” He looked at Drummond. “Move your damn car.”
Why did the bad guys never read the script? Time for Plan B: shock and awe. Lily pulled a small metal whistle from her pocket.
“What’s taking them so long?” Drummond said with equal impatience. “I don’t need to be seen standing around shooting the shit with you. I’m going to look for that damn case myself.” He started for the house.
Shit. Drummond had gone off-script, too.
Big Thumbs grabbed his arm. “Did you hear what I said? Move your damn car.”
Lily put the whistle to her mouth and blew once, twice, three times. And heard nothing, because it was a dog whistle.
Drummond jerked his arm away—or tried to. Big Thumbs was a big man, and he had a tight grip. “Listen, you jerkwad, you’d better—”
Two enormous wolves streaked around from each side of the house, running flat out.
One of the men shrieked like a girl and fired wildly. The other stared in frozen horror for a second—which is way too long when lupi are moving at top speed.
The next bit, at least, went smooth as silk.
The wolves took down the two gunmen like clockwork—two great leaps, two downed men with snarling wolves pinning them. Mullins fired from a window inside the house—an attention-getting shot, aimed high. “Freeze, assholes! This is the FBI!” And Drummond—who was supposed to have moved away from Big Thumbs so he couldn’t be taken hostage—seized the man’s arm, twisted, and landed him on the ground. He drew his gun and stuck it in the man’s face. “Tell the driver to climb out. Do it now. I’m in a real bad mood.”
Lily drew a shaky breath. Adrenaline had her on hyperdrive. She eased out from behind her juniper.
The driver shot Drummond. He fell on top of Big Thumbs.
Lily stopped, braced her right hand with her left in the approved stance, took a full second to aim, and fired twice.
The driver jolted as the bullet smashed into his face. Lily felt that moment viscerally—no emotion, just the fact of it, her bullet smashing into his brain and ending him.
The door of the house shot open and Mullins raced out, with Chris and Scott right behind him.
Big Thumbs shoved Drummond’s body away and snatched the .357 that had fallen from Drummond’s hand when he was shot. Lily didn’t have a clear shot, dammit—one of the wolves partly blocked her, but she saw Big Thumbs take aim at Mullins. She started running, knowing she’d be too late.
Drummond shoved himself up with one arm and rolled back on top of Big Thumbs.
The gun went off.
Scott got there first. Before Lily finished running across the street, he’d kicked Big Thumbs in the head—he wouldn’t be moving again soon and maybe not ever—and gently rolled Drummond onto his back. Blood drenched Drummond’s white shirt and trickled from his mouth. His eyes were open and staring. “No heartbeat,” Scott said tersely.
“The driver,” Lily flung at Chris as she skidded to a stop. “Check him. If he’s dead or incapacitated, get that truck open and start getting those people out of there. Shannon! Mark! Change back and get those two goons restrained, then help Chris.”
“Al.” Mullins went to his knees beside his friend. “Al, oh, shit. Al.”
Something white and filmy began condensing over Drummond’s body.
ON a grassy plain of northeastern Colorado, six women stood in a circle