“Yes. Why?”
Candy looks out the rear window. I keep an eye on the mirror.
“There’s only one car back there and it’s been with us for several blocks. Speed up.”
The car falls back for a few seconds then speeds up and stays on our tail. It’s a Charger, not that that matters. In a flat-out chase, a skateboarder with a broken ankle can outrun a Geo Metro. The Charger is overkill. It accelerates and comes up behind us.
“Take it up to forty and keep it there.”
“The car will shake apart on this uneven pavement.”
“Yeah, but it’ll make it harder for them to shoot at us.”
“Oh,” says Traven. He hits the gas.
The Charger doesn’t even notice. It pulls up alongside and King Cairo rolls down the front passenger window.
“Switch places with me,” I say to Candy.
I squeeze into the backseat and she gets in the front.
Flame hits the side of the Metro.
“Don’t slow down.”
Traven nods. Steers around the bumps the best he can.
Cairo is hanging out the window of the other car. Rolling his eyes and making faces. He tosses another fire hex at the Metro. It hits hard enough to shake the little car.
Candy is turned around in the front seat looking at me.
“Remember when I told you I was going to take you shooting?”
“Yeah.”
“Congratulations. Consider this your first lesson.”
I take a 9mm clip from my pocket and hand it to her. She grins like a wolf. Hits the release and the gun case opens like a metal flower. She shoulders the gun, slides in the clip, and chambers a round.
“Don’t get too excited. You don’t shoot until I say to and you only shoot at what I tell you to. Got it?”
She nods. With the gun in her hands, she can’t stop smiling. Traven isn’t. Flames are hitting his car, blistering the paint and turning the driver-side window black. And now there’s an armed amateur in the seat next to him.
“Aren’t you glad you came along, Father?”
“I wanted to do more than read books. I guess this is it.”
“Welcome to le merdier. Does this back window roll down?”
“I’m afraid not.”
“Too bad.”
I put my fist through it. It catches around my wrist like a big glass bracelet. I pull it off and throw it at Cairo just as he’s about to toss more fire our way. The glass shatters in Cairo’s face. He slides back into the car, covering his eyes. The Charger slows down.>Big Bill’s bloody mug fills the TV screen. One clean slash across his throat. A long defensive wound across both arms. The cuts are deep red valleys in his skin. They almost look fake, the way violent death often does. The camera stays on Bill for a long time. Somewhere in L.A., a news director thinks he’s going to win an Emmy but all he’s really going to get are bad dreams.
“You think the dead kids have something to do with the Spirograph sky and the girl?”
“Look for possessed children too. The village murdered the Imp because she was a monster. Maybe there are other monster tots.”