I had no idea. It looked like they were popping wheelies, or whatever the nautical equivalent was. Blue’s weight in back pulled the front of the boat up so much, I wasn’t sure Fin could see past it. Which might explain why they were just going in circles.
Big circles, over and over, while staring at the land but not the warehouse, which should have freaking drawn the eye.
Unless they were looking for me.
Shit!
I felt around my pockets, but sure enough, no phone. I hadn’t thought to take it out of the duffle before locking it in my trunk—in a car parked on the other side of the building. Shit, shit, shit!
“Do you have a phone?” I asked Dick.
“Why do you want it?”
“To call for pizza!”
“There’s no reason to get sarcastic. It was a reasonable—”
“Aghhh! Just give it to me!”
He gave it to me.
“You have fangs,” he pointed out. “Are you a vampire?”
“Wanna find out?”
He shut up.
I called Fin’s number. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you! What the hell?”
“No! Don’t wait!”
“What?”
“I have the car! I’ll take the car!”
“What?”
The wind was almost blowing his voice away, and must have been doing equal damage to mine. Or maybe it was the half dozen car alarms going off now, or the still-loud helicopter, or the continued explosions. Because he couldn’t hear me.
“I said, I’ll take the car!”
“No, we’re not far! Are you in position?”
“Fin! Just go! Now, now, now!”
“Now? All right, I’m coming!”
“No! Not here! I didn’t mean—”
But, sure enough, here they came, swinging about in a big parabola and then speeding this way. And fuck it, they were going to get caught! Or worse.
“Stay here, and keep down,” I told the reporter.
“Like hell! I’m coming with you!”
I tried snarling in his face again, but I guess the first time had been more surprise than anything else. Because he didn’t scare easy. Which had been more people’s epitaphs than I could count, and how did I end up in these things?