I can tell that it's killing him to say it. This is better than ice cream and cake for dinner.
Wells says, "But when this is over, you have to have a face-to-face with Aelita over what you did."
"I'll be there. When do we leave?"
Wells checks his watch. Looks up at a big digital countdown clock on the wall. Preparations are picking up in pace. The animals are getting worked up. Attack dogs doing lines of crystal meth, hoping that if they do enough, their teeth will turn to razor blades.
"We figure the last important guests will be there by ten, so we'll go in a little after."
"I'll be back before then."
I start out the way we came in, but I get stopped by a beautiful sight. A heavy metal clothes rack on wheels with a row of brand-new, state-of-the-art body-armor vests. At least fifty of them. I take one off the rack and hold it up.
I yell back at Wells, "I'm taking this."
"Fine. Go." Then, "Wait. One thing."
"What?"
"Stop calling me Tex. I'm from Sparks, Nevada."
"You know the only thing worse than a Texan?"
"What?"
"A pretend Texan."
"Be back before ten or we go without you."
THE KISSI ARE still nowhere to be seen. Something is definitely up. I look out the Jag's window at a couple waiting at a red light, not talking to each other, glaring off in different directions about a stupid fight they just had. A couple of kids in front of a newsstand are picking on another kid. Teen gangsters in training hang on a corner by a liquor store passing a joint around. I want to lean out the window and tell them that world is about to end and they should get their shit together, but why bother?
Does anyone really know what goes on in the world? I used to think these people were a joke because they only believed in their concrete reality and never dreamed of looking below the surface of the world. Most of them, even if they ran face-first into a bunch of Sub Rosa necromancing John the Baptist, Billie Holiday, and Wild Bill back from the dead, they'd never believe or understand it.
I don't understand anything, either. My brain is bouncing back and forth between asking why Mason wants to open up Hell and wondering if that's what's really going on at all. It seems like opening Hell, or pretending to open it, might be a nice distraction. While everyone's looking one way, he does a slip and slide around back and pulls something else. But what?
Mostly, I'm trying not to think at all. I'm never going to get inside Mason's head. I might have been born a better magician, but he's always been smarter. That's why he's going to end up running the carnival and I'm going to end up biting the heads off chickens. But that's thinking, too. I want silence. Big, blank, Zen silence. I need to get back to that calm quiet moment I'd have before I went into the arena. No thought. No action. Thought and action as one. I control my breathing and focus on the road ahead. I can feel the calm coming on.
That's when the siren starts and the light bar pops behind me. Colored lights reflect off the rearview mirror and right into my eyes. A cop's garbled, amplified voice echoes off the glass buildings. I can't understand a word, but I know how to translate this cop haiku:
You're driving around in the same stolen
Jag you should have ditched an hour ago.
It's not like there aren't other cars in L.A. to steal.
But you started thinking and you got distracted and now look what's happened.
This is really the last thing I need right now. I wonder if they'll let me off with a warning if I tell them I'm going to be trying to save the world later tonight?
The cop voice booms again. They hit me from behind with their searchlight. About a billion candlepower. I stop the car and put it in park.
Thanks for the shadow, Dick Tracy. It's a tight fit, but I can just slip through. I drag the body armor in behind me. I hope that one of the cops sneaks up on the driver's side window in time to see my feet disappear into the dashboard.
I step out into the lobby of the Bradbury Building. The place is dark. Shut down tight. I get into the elevator hoping they haven't cut the power over the holiday. I hit the button. The car shivers and rises, and I can breathe again.
It goes up a floor and stops. I press the one and three buttons at the same time and the car starts moving. I get out when it stops, not sure I did it right. Then the Fury in Muninn's window lunges at me from inside its glass cage. I blow her a kiss, go inside, bump my way through the clutter, and head straight down the stairs in back.
Muninn is waiting for me at the bottom.