I rammed my elbow into his side.

"Or two."

He gave her another bright smile. "Regardless, there's no reason for you to leave."

Roslyn looked at him, then at me, her gaze lingering on the blood that covered me like confetti from a party. But she sat back down on the couch. I couldn't tell if she really wanted to stay until Finn got back or if she just didn't want to get involved in whatever problem I was dragging him into. Smart woman.

"Anyway, Roslyn, help yourself to a drink, watch TV, flip through a magazine, raid the fridge, whatever," Finn said, grabbing his tuxedo jacket and car keys.

He disappeared into the bedroom, then reappeared two minutes later carrying a black duffel bag that I knew contained at least a couple of guns, along with other pertinent items. I had a similar bag hidden behind one of the freezers at the Pork Pit.

I jerked my head toward the kitchen. Finn frowned, but then he realized what I wanted, and he headed in there. I stepped in front of Roslyn, so she wouldn't see him grabbing rags and a bottle of bleach from under the sink and stuffing those into his duffel bag.

An amused smile flitted across Roslyn's face, as if she knew exactly what I was up to, but I didn't care at this point.

Finally, Finn stepped back into the living room. "All set."

I nodded my head politely at Roslyn. "Ms. Phillips, so nice to meet you."

She tipped her head back at me. "And you too, Gin. I'm sure we'll meet again."

Probably, if Finn was as determined to seduce her as he seemed to be, but I decided not to be rude and mention that. Instead, I gave her one final smile before turning and following Finn out of the apartment.

I grabbed my knife and the giant's gun from the table in the foyer and stepped outside.

Finn shut the door behind us, then gave me a sour look. "You do realize that Roslyn will probably never speak to me again?"

"Oh, I don't know," I drawled. "She didn't bat an eye at all of the blood on me. I think she's made of tougher stuff than you think. Then again, she is a vampire. She's used to seeing blood."

Finn sniffed, still in a bit of a snit- Ding!

The elevator chimed out its tune. Good thing no one else lived on this floor, or a p.i.s.sed-off neighbor might have stuck his head out of his apartment, wondering why it wouldn't shut up.

"All right," Finn said. "Tell me what the h.e.l.l is going on."

I quickly filled him in on everything that had happened tonight, including Sebastian's betrayal of me.

"I knew I didn't like that smarmy b.a.s.t.a.r.d," Finn said.

He poured some bleach onto one of the rags and used it to wipe the giants' blood off the elevator walls. I was already doing the same thing on the other side of the car.

"You were certainly right about him." I couldn't keep the hurt out of my voice.

Finn gave me a sympathetic look. "It's not your fault," he said. "Sebastian played you, but he played me and Dad too. I never suspected that he was the one who hired us, who hired you to kill his own father. I thought it was all about the restaurant incident, just like you did."

Instead of responding, I bent down and started going through the dead giants' pants pockets, pulling out their wallets and IDs and tossing them into Finn's duffel bag, along with the gun I'd used. Finn stopped his cleaning long enough to touch my shoulder, then started wiping down the walls again.

When that was done, we shoved the giants all the way into the elevator and rode it down to the first floor. The doors opened, but no one was waiting for a ride. If someone had been, well, I don't know what we would have done.

We'd cleaned up as much of the blood as we could, and all that was left to do was dispose of the giants' bodies. I hated waiting even a second to go after Fletcher, but we couldn't exactly leave the dead guys in the elevator for some tenant to find when they went out for an early-morning jog.

"Where are we going to put these guys?" I asked.

Finn grinned. "I know just the spot."

Fifteen minutes later, we were carrying the last giant's body out of the elevator, through the lobby, and to the Dumpsters behind the building.

"Remind me never to kill anyone in an apartment building, hotel, or some other place where I have to lug the bodies around myself," I said, huffing and puffing. "Or at least not to kill giants in such places."

Finn was too busy gasping for breath to answer me. After a moment, he managed to suck down enough wind to speak. "Dad totally needs to pay Sophia more."

"Agreed."

We heaved the last giant up and into the Dumpster and closed the lid on him. It was a risk, leaving the giants' bodies here, so close to Finn's apartment, but we didn't have a lot of other options right now.

We hurried away from the Dumpsters and headed to the parking garage attached to the back of the building. We didn't pa.s.s anyone, but the stone muttered with sharp notes of worry and the soft, continuous rumble of cars and other vehicles. Garages were a good place for paranoia, especially in Ashland, so I clutched my knife and peered into the shadows, making sure that some thug wasn't lurking behind a concrete pillar, waiting to jump us. But Finn and I were the only ones up to no good here tonight.

Finn whipped out his phone and dialed Fletcher's house. After several seconds, he shook his head. "Busy. He must be talking to someone. I tried him when I went into my bedroom, but it was busy then too, just like it was the first time that I called."

I chewed my lower lip in worry. Sebastian knew where Fletcher's house was, since he'd sent a car there to pick me up for the party, but it wasn't the easiest place to find, especially this late at night. I had to hope that the giants didn't make it there ahead of us or that Fletcher at least saw them coming.

"Where's your car?" I asked, looking around for the old brown van that Fletcher had given him a few years ago.

Finn pointed to a slick silver sports car that was parked all by itself, five spots away from the nearest vehicle.

"An Aston Martin? Really? I thought you were over your James Bond fetish."

"Having impeccable style and taste is not a fetish." Finn sniffed.

I rolled my eyes. "Where did you even get the money for this?"

Finn gave me a smug look. "You didn't think I took that internship at the bank to actually work, did you? I took it so I could learn how to grow our money. And some of my investments have already paid off."

My eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, our money?"

Finn grinned. "Who do you think helps Dad set up your jobs? Especially when it comes to the e-mail and the bank transfers? I might not have your killer instinct with a knife, but I'm invaluable to the old man as a cutout and money man. You might be content to let your stash molder in tin cans buried in the backyard, but I intend to do things with my money."

"Yeah," I sniped. "Like feed your own ego."

Finn opened his mouth, but I held up my hand, cutting him off.

"Well, I hope that thing is as fast as it looks, because we need to get to Fletcher-now."

Finn's face grew somber, and he nodded.

We settled ourselves in the car, and less than a minute later, we were peeling out of the parking garage, racing toward Fletcher's house. I just hoped we made it to him in time. My thumb rubbed against the edge of the b.l.o.o.d.y knife in my hand. Because if we didn't, Sebastian would pay.

Actually, he was going to pay either way, even if he didn't realize it yet.

27.

Finn drove fast on the deserted streets, and we made it over to Fletcher's house in record time. Finn pulled into the bottom of the driveway and stopped, although the engine was still running.

"What do you think?" he asked. "Should we do this quiet or loud?"

I held my knife up where he could see it. "Loud-and b.l.o.o.d.y."

He grinned and slammed his foot down onto the pedal. The car churned up the driveway and crested the top of the ridge. A black SUV sat in front of the house, with the same Vaughn Construction b.u.mper sticker as the one that had been outside Finn's apartment.

The giants were already here.

Finn stopped the car, making the tires spit gravel everywhere. He reached into the backseat to get a gun out of his bag, but I was already out of the vehicle. I raced over to the SUV, hoping that the giants had just arrived, but it was empty. They must already be inside- Crack!

Crack! Crack!

Crack!

Gunshots sounded, and orange blasts of gunfire lit up one of the downstairs windows. I sprinted for the porch. The front door had been kicked in and clung to the frame with one lonely hinge. Finn stepped up onto the porch with me, a gun in his hand. I gestured at myself, then the opening, telling him that I would go in the front. Finn nodded, hurried off the porch, and disappeared around the corner of the house so he could come in from the back.

I eased past the broken door and stepped inside the house. Despite the late hour, several lamps blazed in various rooms, casting pools of light into the hallway. Fletcher must have been waiting up for me again. My heart wrenched at the thought, but I made myself focus. I looked and listened, but I didn't hear any sounds, not even the TV softly murmuring in the den. Fletcher and the giants must be somewhere deeper in the house.

So I crept down the hallway, easing up to all the rooms and peeking inside them. Fletcher's house had always been cluttered, but all of the knickknacks and furnishings seemed to take on a sinister air, given the combination of light and dark inside the house, along with the moonlight streaming in through the cracks in the curtains.

The house itself was also a bit like a maze, given all the additions that had been tacked onto it over the years. Hallways zigzagged here and there, doubled back on each other, and ultimately led to dead ends. Tonight, with the giants lurking inside, it was a maze of death. Still, I wanted to let the old man know that he wasn't alone, not anymore.

"Fletcher!" I yelled. "I'm here!"

Silence.

"Fletcher!" I yelled again.

A floorboard creaked deeper in the house.

I thought for a moment, trying to judge where the sound had come from, then quickly slid through one of the downstairs living rooms and out the other side into a hallway that ran parallel to the one that I'd been in. If I was right, it sounded like someone was in this middle section of the house, close to the den in the back.

I eased up to the doorframe of another living room and peered around the edge- Crack!

Crack! Crack!

Crack!

I ducked back out into the hallway as bullets slammed into the wood, splintering it. Yep, at least one of the giants was right where I'd guessed he would be. I thought for a moment.

"Fletcher!" I yelled again.

Crack!

Crack! Crack!

Crack!

I stuck my head around the doorframe again and ducked back as more bullets zipped in my direction. Then I turned and hurried away, making sure to thump my bare feet into the wooden floorboards so they'd creak like they had under the giant's weight. I got to the end of the hallway and doubled back the way I'd just come, this time taking care where I stepped so I wouldn't give away the fact that I hadn't run away after all. Ten seconds later, I was right back where I'd started, outside the doorway.

"Jack!" I heard someone hiss inside the room. "It's Frank! Where are you?"

But Jack didn't answer his friend. I wondered if Fletcher had managed to kill that one-and where the third and last man might be.

But my trap worked, and heavy footsteps scurried in my direction. I stayed where I was beside the splintered doorframe and waited, just waited.

But Frank was a little more cautious than I expected him to be. He stuck his gun through the doorway first and swept it from side to side, ready to shoot at anything that moved in the hallway beyond. I stayed where I was, out of his line of sight.

Frank stepped into the corridor. He started to hurry to his right, the direction he'd thought I'd gone, when he saw me out of the corner of his eye. He turned, trying to bring his gun up so he could fire at me, but I was already moving, moving, moving.

I slashed my knife across his stomach, tearing through his muscles and slicing open his guts. Blood spattered onto my hands and sprayed all over the floor and walls. Frank howled with pain, brought his gun up, and pulled the trigger.

Crack!

I managed to knock his hand away at the last second, and the bullet blasted by my head instead of going through my skull. But the bright muzzle flash ruined my vision, and the sound seared my ears, disorienting me. I stumbled away, and Frank came after me. He raised his gun to fire again. I staggered back, tripping over the edge of a table. My legs went out from under me, and I fell to the floor on my a.s.s, knowing that I wouldn't be able to keep him from putting a bullet in my chest. I reached for my Stone magic, but I didn't know if I could harden my skin with it before he pulled the trigger- Crack! Crack! Crack!

Frank screamed as three bullets punched into his back, but he raised his gun and focused it on me once more.

Crack!

This time, the bullet went into the back of Frank's skull, and he thumped to the floor without another sound.

I blinked the last of the flashing white spots out of my vision and looked up. Fletcher stood farther down the hallway, a large revolver clutched in his hand. The old man shuffled forward and peered down at the giant, making sure that he was dead, before he raised his eyes to mine.

"That was the last of them," Fletcher said. "Arrogant b.a.s.t.a.r.ds thought they could bust right on in here and take care of me. Well, we showed them, didn't we?"

He smiled and took another step forward. He lowered his gun, and that's when I noticed the blood dripping down his right arm-and how much of it was splashed all over his clothes.

"Fletcher?" I whispered.

He grinned at me again, then collapsed to the floor.

"Fletcher!" I scrambled over to him on my hands and knees.