“Got an idea. I’ll stand here. You get into the bag by the TV.”
While I swapped places, she rummaged around in the drawer and came up with a salad fork.
“If you don’t teleport over here in the next five seconds,” she declared, “I’m going to poke myself with this fork.”
I glanced up at her while I pulled the second sack over my feet. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that.”
“I’m not going to, like, open an artery or anything. Geez.” She put on a face of grim resolve. “But I’m going to poke myself really hard, and it’s going to hurt a lot. So you’d better get over here and save me from this evil fork.”
“Melanie—”
“Five. Four. C’mon, stop me. Please stop me? Three.”
I dove into the sack. I dug deep, down in the stifling darkness, willing myself to move. I waved the wand with a flourish, hurled the fabric back…and hadn’t budged an inch. On the other side of the apartment, Melanie jabbed the fork into her arm.
“Ow,” she said.
“Okay. So, self-inflicted harm doesn’t trigger it either.”
“Maybe if it’s lethal harm,” she said, “but I’m not going to cut my wrists to find out.”
She tossed the fork. It rattled into the sink as she dusted off her hands.
“Progress, though,” I said.
I was already putting together what we’d learned, trying to come up with a plan of attack. Melanie watched me as I paced the carpet. Something must have shown on my face.
“You really get into this, don’t you?”
I really did. It was nice to have a puzzle to sink my teeth into, a problem I could solve. Not doing it alone was nice for a change, too. Reminded me of the old days, when Desi and I would grab a pizza and a bottle of wine and stay up until two in the morning arguing the finer points of occult theory.
I stopped pacing.
“You should probably get back to class,” I said.
“Heck, I’m in class. This is—” She paused. Her excitement shriveled like a deflated balloon. “What is it? Seriously. All of a sudden you look like somebody ran over your dog.”
“I shouldn’t have gotten you involved. I’ve got no idea what this wand’s really capable of. It’s dangerous.”
“Well, if you’d teach me…”
I put my fingers to the bridge of my nose and pinched. I felt a headache coming on.
“We’re not having this discussion right now,” I said.
“Come on, weren’t we just having fun? And learning things? We could be a great team!”
The shrill buzz of my phone saved me. I showed Melanie the screen.
“Caitlin’s on the line, so unless you want real trouble, don’t make a sound.” I tapped the screen and put the phone to my ear. “Hey, beautiful.”
“I hope you’re polishing your dancing shoes, pet.”
Right. The party. I would have been more excited about a trip to the dentist. Filling a cavity would probably hurt less, too. All the same, I tried to inject some excitement into my voice. I knew Caitlin had been putting a lot of work into setting this up, and even if I wasn’t thrilled about my new knighthood, I wanted her to feel appreciated.
“I wouldn’t miss it,” I said. “We’ve still got a few hours left though, don’t we?”
“I’d like to see you ahead of time. We need to go over some…finer points of etiquette you need to be aware of. This is your first court function and I don’t want you to be surprised. Not by anything that isn’t supposed to be a surprise, at any rate.”
“You make that sound slightly ominous.”
“Oh, it’ll be fun. I’ve been looking forward to this.”
“I’ll swing by the club,” I told her. “Let me get cleaned up and presentable. See you in an hour, maybe?”
“Wonderful. Oh, and one last thing? Put Melanie on the phone.”
“Oh.” I looked over at Melanie. Her eyes bulged and she fluttered her hands at me. “She’s, uh…I mean she’s not exactly…”
“Daniel,” Caitlin said. “Are you really going to lie to me right now?”
I gave Melanie the phone. She held it like a venomous asp as it hovered beside her ear.
“Yes, ma’am,” she said. “No, but I—yes, ma’am. No, but why can’t—” Her shoulders slumped. “No, ma’am. Yes, ma’am. Right now.”
She hung up and handed me the phone.
“Busted?” I said.
“Busted. How does she know these things?”
“Hey, just be thankful she’s looking out for you. You could do a lot worse in the guardian angel department.”
“Yeah.” She sighed. “Whatever. I gotta go. And hey, Dan?”
“What’s up?”
“Thanks,” Melanie said. “For…I don’t know. Being here.”
“Always.”
I saw her out, and then I turned a discerning eye to my closet. It wasn’t every day I got an invitation to an infernal shindig, much less one where I was the guest of honor.
All in all, things were looking up. We’d taken out a Network front and stalled their plans, Elmer Donaghy was in Paris for the moment—I knew he’d be back once he figured out I wasn’t going to chase him, but it bought us some breathing room—and the powder keg of Las Vegas was more or less under control for once. I didn’t have a whole lot to worry about.
Of course, times like this were when I really started getting nervous. Call it a bad habit, but I always expected something to come out of nowhere and wreck my tranquility. And with a posse of hell’s elite in town, all converging on the same nightclub for a party, I didn’t trust the relative peace and quiet to last.
But I was apparently a knight of hell now, so whatever happened, it would probably be my fault, my job to fix it, or both. What an honor.
*
Autumn currents and air pollution worked magic at twilight, painting the sky in streaks of lavender and casting long shadows beyond the russet mountains. It was beautiful, until you remembered the world wasn’t supposed to look like that. Maybe the atmosphere was just trying to get into the game, adding its own razzle-dazzle to the city of illusions. A little warm-up act before darkness fell and the real show got underway.
I was equally armed to handle illusions and flesh-and-blood threats tonight. Canton’s wand sat snug up my sleeve, nestled in the spring-loaded sheath Caitlin had bought for me. A fresh deck of cards rode in the breast pocket of my Brunello Cucinelli jacket. Style-wise, I’d opted for corporate chic: tailored black suit, crisp ivory shirt, and a tie and pocket square the color of hammered brass.
Winter, a club a couple of blocks off the Strip, was marked with a single blue neon arrow that pointed to an anonymous set of double doors. If you didn’t know where it was or what it was, you weren’t hip enough to get in. Even so, while the place didn’t officially open until nine—or get roaring until eleven—partygoers were already lining up along the sapphire velvet ropes. I jumped the line, like usual, and one of the bouncers unhooked the rope for me.
“Mr. Faust,” he said, “welcome. Ms. Brody is up in the DJ booth. She asked if you’d see her before going downstairs.”
“Thanks. Lot of people on the party list?”
He showed me his clipboard. A passel of names had already been scratched off. Some I recognized, most I didn’t. He dropped his voice and shot a furtive glance toward the line.
“You, ah, resolved your situation with the Order of Chainmen, right, sir?”
“Situation” was a good word for it. Thanks to Naavarasi, I’d earned a price on my head, with demonic bounty hunters from Vegas to Chicago competing to cash in. Caitlin and I dueled her to put an end to it. We’d barely survived, but at least we limped off the battlefield arm in arm, while the rakshasi queen had to be carried off on a stretcher. I’d call that a win.
“I am officially bounty free,” I told the bouncer.
“Good, it’s just, well, a few of the Order’s members are on the guest list. Wanted to make sure we didn’t need extra security downstairs.”
“I’ve got everything under control,” I said. “Haven’t you heard? I’m a knight now.”
“Right.” He nodded, slow, and made a note on his clipboard. “So, we’ll have extra security on standby.”
A title and nobility, and I still got no respect. At least he held the door for me. I took one last deep breath and headed in.
23.