About twenty zombies were gathered in front of the hotel, most likely waiting for a tour bus. Anarchy was standing apart, closer to the waterfront, and she looked more like one of the zombies than like Dierdre Early. She was dressed in something Catwoman might wear, except without the mask with the ears. Her short black hair was slicked back. Her lips were bloodred. Her eyes were black-rimmed with heavy liner, and some of it had smeared. Hard to tell if the smears were by accident or design.
“Do you have a rock for her?” I asked him.
“It’s here on the console.”
I looked at the rock. It was very similar to the real thing. Smooth, small, brown.
“This is the wrong rock,” I said to him. “Her last rock looked like this, and she smashed it with a hammer.” I searched in my bag for the crystal I’d picked up in the grotto. “She can’t tell if the rock is empowered, and she doesn’t really know what it’s supposed to look like.” I found the crystal and held it out to him. “I put this in my purse just in case we needed it. Give her something pretty that looks like it would have some value.”
“Smart,” Diesel said. “I like it.”
We parked and walked over to Anarchy, and the closer we got, the creepier she looked. There was a quality to her face that whispered hysteria. Her pupils were shrunken to pinpoints. Her mouth was hard and compressed. Her manicure was perfect.
“I told you she got a manicure,” I whispered to Diesel.
We stopped a few feet from her. “Do you have the tablet?” Diesel asked.
She reached into her black leather bag and took the cracked half of the tablet out.
“Well?” Diesel asked me.
I put my fingertip to the engraved piece of marble. “Affirmative.”
“Do you have the stone?” Anarchy asked.
Diesel held the crystal in the palm of his hand for her to see.
“How do I know this is real?” Anarchy asked.
“Doesn’t it look real?” I asked her. “It’s beautiful. It has the power of the crystal. Touch it. You’ll be able to feel the heat.”
She touched the stone. “I can feel it! It’s warm.”
It was warm because it had been in Diesel’s hot hand, but no need to go into details. Anarchy gave Diesel the tablet, and he gave her the stone.
“So you’re not going to burn my house down, right?” I asked her.
“I couldn’t be bothered,” Anarchy said. “Your house is inconsequential.”
“Absolutely,” I said. “It’s not worth your time. Just checking.”
We returned to the Aston Martin and watched the zombies step single file into a trolley.
“They’re good zombies,” Diesel said. “Orderly.”
Hatchet was gone when Diesel dropped me off at the bakery. Clara was taking refrigerator and storage cabinet inventory. Glo was tidying up the glass cases in the front shop. And I had my station to clean. I tied an apron around myself and got to work, enjoying the tedium and satisfaction of the job. Saving the world gets old pretty quick. I’d rather scrub a cake pan any day of the week. Although it was sort of fun to see Anarchy get excited about the crystal. I’d almost wished it was real.
The front door jingled, and a moment later, Glo appeared, wide-eyed and breathless.
“He’s here! In the shop!”
“Who?” Clara asked.
“Wulf,” Glo said. “He wants to talk to Lizzy.”
I dried my hands and went out front, keeping the counter between Wulf and me. I assumed he was still in a weakened condition, but I didn’t know exactly what that meant, because he didn’t look weak. He was in his usual perfectly tailored black, and he looked as powerful as ever.
“Walk with me,” he said.