Part 16 (1/2)
”If it's a demon, why is it at your soundstage? Why isn't it hunting for me?” As they pa.s.sed the Kensington on ramp, an unmarked car squealed onto the highway in front of them, siren also wailing, the light on the dash just barely visible through distance and rain.
”They're trying to cut us off!”
He grabbed the wheel before Leah could change lanes. ”No. Follow them.”
”Are you insane!”
”They're not slowing down, and the car behind us has fallen back.”
”I lost him.”
”No.” There was no mistaking Jack Elson's pale blond hair in the unmarked car. ”I know these guys.”
Leah shot him a quick glance. ”Your Mountie buddy?”
”Eyes on the road! My Mountie buddy and his partner,” he expanded when his heart started beating again. An East Indian woman was driving and he was willing to bet she had to be Constable Danvers regardless of how much ethnic recruiting the RCMP did.
”I forgot to add them to the list of the people who know what you are, didn't I? Why didn't you just tell the papers?” she continued before he could answer. ”It'd save time.”
As the two cars sped toward the studio, he tried to remember if he'd told her about Kevin Groves. And what it was about Kevin Groves that he'd intended to tell her. ”Well, technically...” ”I don't want to know.”
They fishtailed off the ramp onto Boundary, squealed tires through the gate of the industrial complex, and sprayed gravel in tandem as they pulled up in the parking lot at CB Productions.
Jack was out of the car, gun in his hand, before the gravel hit the ground again. ”When they called in your plates, I figured something was up. What is it?” he demanded falling into step as Tony sprinted for the building.
Tony hesitated, wondering if Jack had kept his partner in the loop. Television cops never kept secrets from their partners. ”There's a demon ripping up the soundstage!”
”A what?” Danvers yelled as the four of them pounded in through the office doors.
”A demon!” Tony skidded to a stop as the dozen or so people in the office turned to stare.
He stared.
They stared.
”Jesus, Tony...” Amy's brows dipped to nearly touch over her nose. ”... what the h.e.l.l happened to your neck?”
”Not important.” Trust Amy. He couldn't stop himself from touching the bite as he hurriedly counted heads. ”Not everyone's out.”
”Such a grasp of the obvious,” she said to the room at large. ”This is why I called him.”
”Amy.” Tina's tone suggested that was enough. ”A few people got out the back,” the script supervisor continued, rocking the new and teary a.s.sistant set decorator in the circle of her arms. ”There's a few still in there.”
”CB?”.
All heads turned toward CB's office as though they were on a single string.
”He went in as we came out.”
Of course he had. Tony took a quick mental inventory of CB's office but could think of nothing that the big man could use as a weapon.
”Okay.” Deep breath. A quick, purposeful crossing to the door-made slightly less purposeful by the people milling about in his way.
”You brought the cops?” Zev asked, pus.h.i.+ng through to his side.
”They brought themselves.” He reached for the door and paused. This wasn't a case of reacting to an attack, blasting before he could consider the consequences; this was deliberately going after a demon. Deliberately going after something with teeth and claws and att.i.tude. Try not to look like you're nearly p.i.s.sing yourself.
You went after the thing in the bas.e.m.e.nt, a little voice reminded him.
Did you miss the part about teeth and claws? he asked it.
A quick glance back over his shoulder. ”You guys don't have to...”
Jack reached past him and shoved the door open. ”Move!” he snapped.
So he moved.They ran in single file between the double racks of costumes-a wizard-in-training, two RCMP officers, and an immortal stuntwoman/Demongate bringing up the rear. It sounded like the punch line of a bad joke. All they needed was a duck. Tony'd been a little afraid that either Zev or Amy would follow, but they both seemed to have more sense.
The door to the soundstage was closed.
When Tony reached to open it, Jack stopped him, hand without the gun wrapping around his wrist. ”You don't just go charging in!
Listen first.”
Leah raised an eyebrow in Tony's direction, sharing her amus.e.m.e.nt. ”The door's soundproof. We might as well go charging in.”
”Fine. We...” Jack used his weapon to indicate that ”we” in this case meant him and Danvers. ”... go in first.”
”Good idea.”
The constable fixed Leah with a pale stare. ”Who the h.e.l.l are you?”
”Leah Burnett.”
”And?”
”I'm a stuntwoman.”
”Let me rephrase. Why are you here?”
”I don't even know why we're here,” Danvers muttered.
”Believe it or not...” She pointed at Tony. ”... the safest place I can be is next to him.”
”Not,” Jack snorted.
Tony could feel momentum slipping away. Once it was gone, he was afraid he'd never be able to force himself onto the soundstage. Ignoring the others, he yanked open the door and charged through, heading for the area under the gate.
The Demonic Convergence was happening on the lower mainland because Leah and the oldest spell in the world currently lived here. But she didn't have the only spell around. It might not even be the strongest. It sure as h.e.l.l wasn't the freshest.
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