The Getaway (4 page)

“Great. We’re dead, then.”

“Thanks a lot.” He scowled, but the expression changed to a smile when he caught the laughter in her eyes. “Anyway, I’ve got an idea. Hopefully it’ll stop us from walking in circles.”

“I hope it works fast,” she muttered. “We’re losing daylight, and—” Something rustled deliberately behind them. Jazz whirled around, reflexively bringing the poker back.

The fox sat on the path, twenty feet away, watching them with glittering eyes and a grin that was almost human. The thing was so big, it made her head hurt. There weren’t any foxes the size of Saint Bernards. The longer she stared at it, the more she wanted to...

Go to him. Stroke his fur. Lie down on the cool ground and let him warm her, soothe her.

“Wrong way, babe.” Donatti’s low, urgent voice snapped her back. “Keep moving. Don’t look at it.”

For a few seconds her feet wouldn’t obey the command to walk. She managed a step, then another, and the small victories shattered the remains of the trance. She moved. But she couldn’t resist a quick glance behind them.

The fox was gone.

She shuddered. Should’ve been used to things disappearing by now, but it still creeped her out. “So, what are we doing?” she whispered.

“Well.” He stared straight ahead, like he didn’t want to tell her. “Djinn magic works on need, right? So I figured if I really needed to find the car, we’d find it.”

“Right. And maybe I could convince Charles Manson to take up knitting.” Ian had been royalty or something, back in the djinn realm before he came here. Nobody talked him into anything. Except Akila, and even she didn’t win half the time.

They walked in silence while the sun slipped low and stuffed the woods full of deeper shadows. Still no sign of the road, or any indication of a break in the forest, but at least they didn’t seem to be passing the same places. Maybe Donatti’s crazy idea was working.

“Poor little lost rabbits.”

Seth’s voice broke the stillness. At least it wasn’t a booming echo this time. Jazz glanced around, didn’t see him anywhere. Then she faced forward and spotted him standing on a thick branch, halfway up a tree loaded with blazing red leaves. “We’re not lost, asshole,” she said.

This time the voice came from the right, and Seth popped into view perched on a moss-covered boulder. He laughed. “By all means, keep going this way. Have fun when you get to the gorge.”

He was fucking with them. Had to be.

Didn’t he?

“Jazz.” Behind them now, his voice a seductive swirl. “You don’t have to die out here with him. Come with me. I’ll take care of you.”

Donatti squeezed her hand. She kept walking. Didn’t look back.

Seth materialized ahead of them. Grinning. “It’s a long drop down the gorge,” he said. “You won’t see it in the dark. If you survive the fall, I hope you can swim.”

She followed the gesture—and saw the wide swath cutting through the trees, just visible in the fading light. It had to be the road. “I’ll be damned,” she said. “It worked.”

“You can thank me later.”

They made their way to the clearing. No stretch of pavement ever looked so beautiful. She would’ve knelt down and kissed asphalt if there wasn’t a witness. “So the bastard was just trying to confuse us,” she said. “Gorge, my—”

A strangled gasp from Donatti cut her mid-curse. She followed his stricken gaze, and saw the obliterated wreck down the shoulder on the opposite side of the road. Not the sedan, but a mid-60s Impala, weathered and weed-choked. And bursting from the shattered windshield, lying spread-eagled on the hood with legs still inside the car, was an aged and decimated human corpse.

Jazz stared at her feet until she was sure she wouldn’t vomit. “Well,” she said in a choked rasp. “You did find a car.”

* * *

T
hey still had to get to the sedan. It was on the road somewhere. Even if there might’ve been a chance at finding something useful in the Impala, Jazz wasn’t about to go looking through it. This time, she let Donatti pick the direction.

Of course, he decided they had to go past the dead guy.

As they walked past the wreck, Donatti wore a look she recognized, and wasn’t too happy about. It was an echo of the furious determination Ian took on right before the two of them headed off to destroy one of the evil snake djinn, the Morai—missions there was always a chance they wouldn’t come back from alive.

“You’re thinking about being a hero, aren’t you?” she said.

His mouth slashed a firm line. “He’s killing people up here. We have to stop him.”

“By ourselves?” It wasn’t like she’d been opposed to the whole Morai extermination thing. She’d seen what they were capable of doing, to humans and to other djinn. Plus, they turned into snakes. She hated snakes. Hell, she’d more or less encouraged Donatti to help Ian when it turned out he was the only one who could. But Ian’s magic was a lot stronger and more reliable. Of the few things Donatti could do, he’d only perfected invisibility. None of his spells ever went the way he planned them. “Maybe we should get Ian before we try to take this guy on,” she said.

He didn’t answer right away, but she could feel the anger radiating from him. Finally, he sighed and said, “I guess you’re right.”

“Yeah. Nothing like a case of magic blue balls to get the blood pumping.” He gave her a one-armed hug. “I’m sorry you have to go through this so much. Believe me, if I could give this stuff away, you’d have it.”

“No, thanks. I like being normal.”

“Babe, you are anything
but
normal.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Yeah.” He grinned and rubbed her arm. “It is.”

They rounded a curve and found the ruined sedan on the shoulder, its crumpled hood nosed against a tree. Broken glass, plastic fragments and snarled bits of metal sprayed across the pavement. The driver’s side door lay on the ground in front of the car, hinges torn and twisted, its window and mirror completely shattered.

In fact, every bit of glass on the car had been reduced to pieces.

Trying to ignore the stone weight in her gut, Jazz leaned the poker against the side of the sedan and crawled carefully into the driver’s seat. She grabbed the wheel to steady herself, and felt the tacky residue of what had to be her blood. She’d definitely hit it hard. At least she’d remembered that right.

The coiled charger cord was still plugged into the lighter socket. With the last faint light dying outside, she couldn’t make out much else beyond shadows. She picked the cord up, already knowing from the non-weight that the phone wasn’t attached any more before she saw the bare jack. It must’ve slid down on the floor somewhere. She hoped.

Her stomach rumbled suddenly, as though the idea of starving had kicked off a protest in there somewhere. She hadn’t even thought about eating until he mentioned it. Practically salivating, she reached over, popped the compartment open and felt inside. It was empty.

“Fuck!”

“What, right now?”

“Can it, Donatti.” She forced a giggle into a snort. There he went again, making her laugh when she wanted to cry. She backed out and brushed at the debris clinging to her jeans. “There’s nothing in there. The box wasn’t damaged in the crash, but the stuff’s gone.”

“Oh. That kind of fuck.” Frowning, he circled the sedan and stared at the trunk. “See if this’ll pop?”

She reached down and pulled the release. There was a heavy clunking
sproing
, and the trunk eased open a crack.

Donatti wrenched it open and swore. “Okay, our bags are gone, too. So’s the jack and tire iron. And my gear. Damn it, I’m getting sick of re-buying that pick set.”

“Gear? You’re supposed to be retired.”

“I am. I just...like to practice. Keep the skills up.”

She folded her arms. “How can you
practice
stealing?”

“You still drive.”

“That’s different. And you didn’t answer the question.”

There was a hollow thump, and Seth appeared on the buckled roof of the car. “Are we having a lover’s spat?” he said. “By all means, don’t let me interrupt.”

Jazz backed slowly toward Donatti, grabbing the poker to hold behind her as she went. Hopefully he’d keep his mouth shut about the weapon. “We still ignoring him?” she said when she reached him.

“No. Where’s our shit, mountain man?”

Seth gave an exaggerated shrug. “Could be anywhere,” he said. “Lots of wild animals around here. Scavengers. Bears, wolves...foxes.”

“Uh-huh. Every fox needs a cell phone, right?”

“Is that what you’re trying to find?” Grinning, Seth leaped lightly to the ground. “I thought you might be looking for that interesting little set of tools in the black case. Thief.”

“Ex-thief,” Donatti said. “Retirement’s great. You should think about retiring from the psycho racket.”

“Oh, I’m not crazy.” Seth’s gaze fastened on Jazz, and dizziness washed through her. “It gets so cold on the mountain at night.” He moved toward them, not sparing Donatti a second glance. “Come with me, Jazz. I’ll keep you warm. We’ll embrace in front of a roaring fire, you and me. Forever.” In the near-dark, he seemed to glow.

Lip curled, Jazz brought the poker around and swung it full-force against his skull. He dropped like a rock. “Embrace that, asshole,” she said.

Donatti coughed. “Whoa. Nice one, babe. Not exactly what I had in mind, but that’ll work.”

“What did you have in mind, insulting him to death?” She lowered the poker, ran a hand through her hair. “Besides, he was going to change. And probably try to kill you again.” All the djinn started glowing right before they transformed.

He grinned. “My hero.”

“Shut up.”

“Right.” He glanced down at Seth, who hadn’t moved from where he landed. It looked like he wasn’t even breathing—but he was far from dead. Eventually he’d come around and heal himself. And then he’d be really pissed. “Guess we’d better get going before he wakes up,” Donatti said.

Damn it, why did he have to be so frigging cute? As much as she bashed his constant, often ridiculous jokes, nobody ever made her laugh like he did. For the first time, she actually wished they had made it to the cabin—because right now, she’d be dragging him to the bedroom. If they made it that far. “Okay,” she said. “But there’s two problems. One, I can barely see you now, and it’s going to be pitch black in a few minutes. Don’t know about you, but my night vision’s shot.”

He cleared his throat. “Well, maybe I can do that flame-ball thing Ian does.”

I doubt it.
Since saying that wouldn’t exactly boost his confidence, she opted for a cheerful tone that fell flat. “Can’t hurt to try.”

He fell silent. Probably trying to concentrate. After a minute, there was a dim glow that brightened steadily—not floating over his hands, where Ian usually formed a light, but from the front end of the wrecked car.

Brow furrowed, she circled around and looked. The intact left headlight burned at full strength, cutting a path through the darkness ahead.

She crouched to take a look. It was an older car, with a one-piece headlamp instead of a halogen bulb and lens. It’d provide a more focused light than a bare bulb, but it might be a bitch getting it out. “”You don’t happen to have a dime, do you?”

He reached in a pocket, came out with a handful of coins and pinched a dime free. “Change from the donuts,” he said. “Which I didn’t even get to eat.”