Venom (Page 77)

At the sight of Mab, one of the cops, a senior captain whose name escaped me, walked over to her, bent down, and began speaking into the Fire elemental’s ear. I made a mental note to tell Finn to get me the guy’s name, since he was so obviously in Mab’s pocket. He might be worth paying a visit to sometime in the near future.

Mab’s face remained as smooth and expressionless as ever, but her eyes blackened, sucking in all the available light, instead of reflecting it back. The Fire elemental was pissed. The captain finished briefing Mab and stepped back, dry-washing his hands in nervousness. But instead of frying him on the spot, Mab looked across the driveway, where Roslyn sat, still wrapped in a blanket in the back of the police car. Then the Fire elemental stared at the cluster of media folks gathered behind the yellow crime scene tape. They were already screaming at the cops to tell them what was going on.

Which meant that it was time for me to make my presence known.

With my good hand, I pulled a small detonator out of my pocket and pressed the blue button on top. A second later, a silvery light flashed, bright enough to fill the whole mountaintop. Everyone screamed and shouted, except for Mab Monroe. She just shielded her eyes against the light and looked for the source of it. After a few seconds, the initial burst of light flared down into a shape burning with silver fire in the stone of Elliot Slater’s mansion.

A circle surrounded by eight thin rays. A spider rune. The symbol for patience.

I’d never left my rune, my symbol, at the scene of the crime before. Assassins who did that were stupid and bound to be caught, sooner rather than later. But this was my plan, the crazy one that I’d told Finn, Sophia, and Jo-Jo about. My way to take the heat off Roslyn Phillips for Elliot Slater’s messy demise. My way to protect Bria from being killed by one of Mab Monroe’s henchmen. My way to get the Fire elemental to focus all her attention on me.

My way to finally declare war on Mab Monroe.

The spider rune continued to burn. I’d poured every last bit of magic that I’d had left into making the rune. Some small explosives from my duffel bag of supplies had helped me put enough juice in it to really make a statement. It looked just as large and ominous as I’d hoped.

My eyes sought out Bria in the crowd. My sister stood a little apart from the other cops, just staring up at the rune on the wall of the house, her mouth open in a combination of surprise and something else that I couldn’t quite define or explain. Her eyes dropped to the rune-stamped rings on her finger, and she started twisting one of them around and around. I didn’t have to guess which one.

After a few seconds, I pulled my gaze away from Bria. Right now, I needed to make sure that my message had been delivered.

So I reached into my pocket, pulled out my cell phone, and punched in the number that Finn had been gracious enough to provide for me. It rang twice before she picked it up.

"What?" Mab Monroe’s silky voice barked in my ear.

"Enjoying the show?" I asked, using a bright, cheery tone to help disguise my voice. "I think it’s quite something myself. But then again, I might be a little biased, since I’m the one who orchestrated the whole thing."

"Who the f**k is this? What the hell are you talking about?" Mab snarled.

"I’m talking about that very large rune you’re looking at right now. I’m talking about me waltzing into Elliot Slater’s little vista up here, putting a shotgun to his head, and pulling the trigger enough times so that his own mother wouldn’t recognize the pulpy remains."

As I talked, I watched Mab. The Fire elemental’s face didn’t change, but her hand tightened around the phone. I hoped she didn’t make it spontaneously combust before I was through talking with her. That would rather defeat the point of my little display here tonight.

"Who are you?" Mab asked, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous rasp in my ear. "You might as well tell me now, because I’m going to find you, bitch. And when I do, you’re going to pay dearly for this stunt you’ve pulled."

"We’ve actually met before," I replied. "I have to say I’m rather crushed that you don’t remember me. After all, I did proposition you in your own bathroom."

"Candy, the hooker," Mab said, referring to the trashy name that I’d used that night. "You’re that blond hooker from my party. The one who killed Jake McAllister and buried Tobias Dawson in his own coal mine."

"Guilty as charged."

Silence. Below me, Mab paced back and forth in the driveway, thinking hard.

"What do you want?" she finally asked. "What’s the point of this-this display? Why kill Elliot?"

"Because he was a ra**st and a serial killer and deserved to be put down," I replied. "Because he got in my way. Because I was bored. Because I wanted to hurt you. Does it really matter? He’s dead. He’s not coming back. I made sure of that."

"And the others?" Mab asked. "Jake McAllister, Tobias Dawson. Did they get in your way too?"

"Something like that," I replied. "You can interpret my actions any way you like. I don’t f**king care what conclusions you draw."

"Who’s paying you to do this?" Mab’s voice seethed with rage. "Is it Benson? Weston? Phillip Kincaid?"

I recognized the names that she spat out. More of Ashland’s underworld power players, each of whom had his own problems with Mab Monroe. Each of whom would be delighted to see her dead so he could take over her piece of the Ashland pie.

"That’s the beauty of this whole thing," I replied. "Most assassins are subcontractors, but me? I’m completely self-employed."

"So you have some grudge against me then, some vendetta, some score you want to settle. How tiresome. Why don’t you just show yourself, and we can get on with things? There’s no need to involve others in your drama."

I laughed. "Funny. And let your police buddies shoot me down? I don’t think so. Now listen up, because I’m only going to say this once. This call is the only warning that you’re going to get. You’re finished in this town, Mab. You and all your cronies and minions. I’m putting you on notice. I’m going to take down your organization one piece, one player at a time, until you’re the only one left. And then I’m coming for you."

Mab laughed. Even up here on the ridge, I could hear the deadly mirth in her voice. "I’m so going to enjoy hunting you down and killing you."

I rolled my eyes. That’s what they all said.

"At least do me the courtesy of telling me what I did to you," Mab replied. "Because once I get my hands on you, Candy, you’re not going to be in any position to speak, much less answer questions."