I told you how much I love your name? DelVecchio ..." The guy drew out the syllables. "Mmm, just the sound of it gets me off."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"DeeelllVeccccchiooo."
Abruptly, Veck felt a shot of blind aggression nail him in the heart. "Why are you on Reilly's phone?"
Although it wasn't as if he couldn't guess. Christ, here it was again, he thought. Another snow job by someone he'd assumed he could trust - only this time, he was terrified of the consequences.
He looked over to Heron, who had put his cig out in the ashtray and gotten up - as if this was what he'd been biding his time for. "Why, Bails?"
There was a grunt and a scraping noise ... the kind of thing that a pair of feet made over the earth.
"Sorry, just moving the body."
Veck squeezed the phone so hard, one of the dial keys went off with a screech. "I'm going to kill you. If you hurt her - "
There was a slapping sound. And then a groan. "Wake up, bitch. I want you to talk to him."
"Reilly." So help them both, Veck was going to rip Bails's head off his shoulders and bowl with it. Then he was going to disembowel the body and cut off the arms and legs.
But first, he'd castrate the motherfucker.
"Reilly - "
"I'm ... sorry ..." a weak voice said.
Veck closed his eyes. "Reilly, I'm going to get you - "
"I didn't ... believe you ... so sorry ..."
The words were slurred, as if she had a swollen mouth, or maybe - God forbid - had had some teeth knocked out.
"I'm going to come and get you. Don't worry - I'll - "
She cut him off. "I know ... you didn't ... do it... . Bails ... lied - "
Her scream was so loud, Veck had to jerk the phone away from his ear.
"Reilly!" he shouted, his voice ringing around his kitchen. "Reilly - "
"Sorry," Bails cut in. "I had to introduce her to my girlfriend. They're going to have some fun together - at least until you come join us."
"Tell me where you are, motherfucker."
"Oh, I will, but I have someone who wants to say hello first. But not to you. She says for you to give Heron the phone now."
"Fuck that - "
There was a rustle and then a female came on the line. "Hello, little Tommy."
Oh, shit, that voice was ... all wrong. Like someone had one of those distortion filters over the receiver. But that wasn't the only problem.
His father had called him that when he was young.
"Now listen, Tommy, I want you to give the phone over to that big, beautiful man who's standing across your kitchen from you. Then I want you to grab your coat and get nice and armed - I'm talking your guns, your knives, whatever you like. By the time you come back to where you've been pacing around for the last few hours, Heron will tell you where to go."
"Who are you?" he gritted out.
"You know exactly who I am." The laugh that followed was blade-sharp. "One note, by the way - those towels you keep putting up? They might stop you from seeing me, but it's not a vice versa kind of thing. I've always had my eye on you."
Veck shifted his stare over to Jim. The angel was shaking his head from side to side slowly, as if he knew exactly what was being said even though the cell was all but stapled to Veck's ear.
"Before you throw the phone to Jim," the woman, or whatever the fuck it was, said, "you should know that if anyone comes with you, I'll kill her. I'll take the knife I have right now in my hand and I'll start with her face. Are you aware of how long someone can live without a mouth? Long time. Ears? Teeth? She can be alive, but praying to be dead if you know what I mean. And I won't stop there ... I'll go down to her fingers. Just to the first knuckles. I'm good at walking the line, keeping them alive if I want to - who do you think taught your father all of his tricks?"
"If you touch her - "
"Who said I haven't already. Now be a good boy and throw the phone."
"Catch," Veck barked, as he tossed the thing over.
He didn't wait to see whether there was a safe landing. Racing for the stairs, he took them three