I look at him. I can’t tell if he’s serious or not.
“’Cause she hasn’t done anything yet.”
“Don’t be an idiot. If you always wait for your enemies to move first, you’ll be dead before breakfast.”
“But it’s your fans, not your enemies, that ruined your night. You just can’t win.”
“We might have put your no-killing policy on hold. Amanda and her people can be unruly, but they have to be dealt with one way or another.”
“You want me to slaughter thirteen people in the hotel lobby?”
He shrugs.
“Do it in the parking lot if you’re worried about the rugs.”
“These aren’t sulfur-sucking Hellions. I’m not promising to kill anyone.”
He lights a cigarette and doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t offer me one this time.
“If you need to play at being the humanitarian, deal with Amanda first. Put her down and the others will most likely slink away home. I’ll deal with them later.”
“While we’re dealing with annoying situations, fuck you very much for that Eleanor thing back there with the old lady.”
“Don’t be so serious. You hate the Sub Rosa because you don’t know how to have fun with them.”
“Light Bringer sounds fun. Great title, by the way. It makes you sound like Luke Skywalker’s harelip cousin. Maybe they can get Ewoks to play the other fallen angels.”>Hollywood beauty can make your IQ drop, but there’s that other kind that’s like the end of the world. Armageddon gorgeosity. She walks in the room like the Angel of Death in a miniskirt and all you can think is, If I got shot in the head right now, I’d die smiling.
The brunette gives me a crooked smile. I was staring and she caught me. Outdrawn already.
“You found your way home,” says Koralin.
“She gave us a good chase, but we tracked her down,” says Jan. “Poor Simon was almost in tears.”
“That was sweat, not tears. I usually make other people hunt-and-gather for me these days,” says Simon.
The brunette holds out her hand to me.
“Hello. I’m Brigitte.”
“Stark. Nice to meet you.”
“And you.”
Ritchie wakes up.
“Sorry, darling.”
He takes her shoulders and points her at Lucifer like she’s artillery.
“This is Brigitte Bardo. Brigitte, this is Mr. Macheath. Light Bringer, his film, is the one you’re going to be in.”
“Nice to meet you, Mack the Knife. Did you bring your dagger?”
Lucifer nods toward me.
“I brought him. He carries the knife.”
“Only because I couldn’t fit a gun under this damned jacket.”