Part 11 (1/2)

”At least he dresses well.”

”Yeah. Nice tie. I wonder what kind of leather it is.”

”Not what,” Austin said, jumping up onto the bench. ”Who.”

”Eww.”

”His shoes seem to match.”

”Like I said, eww.”

”It's your Summons,” Claire pointed out. ”How do we get past him?”

”We've got someone on the inside, remember?” Diana stood, stretched, and started toward the window. Do-it-Yourself Voodoo Kits were forty percent off. Faking an interest in the display, she slid sideways until she could see herself reflected at the very outside edge of the mirror's curve. Blue-on-blue eyes drifted up from the depths.

”Hey, Boss!”

The troll's head jerked around, taking most of his upper body with it owing to a distinct lack of neck. ”Are you insane? What if we'd had customers?”

”Then they'd probably be a little freaked by the way the rubber snakes are moving.”

”What, again? I knew I shouldn't have trusted that warty little reject from Santa's workshop.” b.i.t.c.hing about the way salesmen took advantage of honest retailers, he stomped out from behind the counter and across the store.

Diana, who'd returned to the bench, grabbed Claire's arm. ”Now.”

When they reached the store, she tugged her sister lower. ”Duck!”

Claire almost pulled out of her grip. ”Where?”

”Cute, but we did that one already. Just stay low.”

A rubbery squelch and a satisfied, ”Let's see how much moving you do with your tail stuffed down your throat.” propelled them all through the door to the supply room.

There was no immediate sound of pursuit.

And the one nice thing about trolls, Diana acknowledged, they don't sneak worth a d.a.m.n. ”Do you think he saw us?”

”Let's not risk it.” Claire took three long strides across the storeroom to the steel door that led to the mall's access corridors. She frowned at the hand-lettered ”Staff Only” sign, then yanked the door open. ”Come on. We've got to be out there to cross over anyway. This is the safest place to emerge into and in order to emerge, we have to exit.”

Diana nodded. ”An obvious but valid point. Sam . . .” She slipped through after the cat.

Austin followed her.

Claire followed him, checked to make sure they could get the door open again, and carefully closed it.

They found themselves in a concrete corridor where grimy fluorescent bulbs shed just enough light to illuminate a recurring pattern of stains at the base of the walls. The air smelled of old urine and older French fry grease.

Pivoting to the right, Diana took a step toward the ninety-degree turn only a few meters away. ”I've always wondered what it looked like back here.”