Spell Bound - Kelley Armstrong [47]
“Right.”
I still didn’t take out my phone. His gaze shunted my way and his hands gripped the steering wheel. The faint smell of scorched vinyl wafted up.
“We had a deal,” he said, his voice low. “Just one more lead, and we’d be in Miami by sundown.”
“It’s not sundown yet.”
I meant it as a joke, but he braked so fast I slammed against the seat belt. The car behind us blasted its horn. Adam ignored it, pulling onto the shoulder, then opening the driver’s door.
“Take the car,” he said. “I’ll meet you in Miami, whenever you ever get there.”
“Don’t.” I leaned over and caught the back of his shirt. “I’m sorry. You’re right. We’re going to Miami. I’ll get tickets.”
He hesitated. I’d pushed too hard. Back off now or he’d leave, and that was worse than anything I’d face in Miami.
I looked up the flight information while he stood outside the car. “We can get a connecting flight in just over an hour or a direct one in almost three. They get in at the same time.”
He hesitated a moment longer, then climbed back in. I expected him to say “The connecting one” just so he could get my ass on a plane faster, but he said, “Direct. We’ll grab lunch first.”
I was in the midst of reserving our tickets when my phone rang. The ring tone was “People Are Strange,” meaning it was someone not in my address book. I checked the number.
“It’s Roni,” I said. “Should I ignore it?”
Adam took a deep breath, then exhaled. “No.”
I answered.
“Savannah? Oh, my God, I didn’t think you were going to pick up.” Roni sounded out of breath. “I’m in trouble and I need your help. They’re after me.”
“Get rid of your cell phone. Like I said, that’s how they’re tracking you. Buy a prepaid if you have to. Get on a bus going someplace where you don’t know anyone. Pay for the ticket in cash. Find a cheap motel and hole up there. If you still need help next week, maybe I—”
“Next week?” Her voice crackled with panic. “She’s after me now, Savannah. My cousin found me here in Riverside and I got away, but she’ll find me again, no matter what I do. I know it.”
“Riverside? What the hell are you doing here?”
“I was following you, but then I lost the signal this morning so I went to your hotel to wait, but you haven’t come back and she’s going to kill me, Savannah. She’s going to kill me!”
Adam motioned that he wanted to speak to me. I told Roni to hang on, and put her on hold.
“Let’s get her to a safe house,” Adam said. “Call Paige. See who’s in Miami that they can spare—Aaron, Clay, Elena, Karl.”
I took her off hold. “Roni? We have a plan. A friend of ours will fly in and escort you to a safe house. All you need to do is lie low for a few hours. Ditch the phone. Take a city bus. Find a crowded place and wait.”
Silence.
“Roni?”
“N-no, please,” she said.
I sighed. “It’s the best I can offer so—”
“Please, Chrissy. Whatever happened to your mom, I didn’t have anything to do with it. Please, just leave me alone.”
“So you can send your black magic friends after me?” a young woman’s voice said. “To kill me, too?”
A yelp. Then a young woman came on the line. “Do yourself a favor, witch, and mind your own business.”
Click. The line went dead.
sixteen
We went to the hotel. I didn’t need to persuade Adam. We did proceed with caution, though, knowing we could be running headlong into a trap.
There was no sign of Roni. Not surprising. As crazy as her aunt had been, she hadn’t attempted to kill me in the lobby.
I thought of suggesting we split up, but Adam was still touchy, so I swallowed the urge and let him take the lead. He went back into the parking garage, where I’d fought off Roni’s aunt Rachel, thinking Chrissy might try the same idea her mother had planned for me—a forced jump off the roof. There was no sign of them on the empty top level, though. So we searched the rest.
That took a while, circling and circling, looking and listening for any sign of trouble. If only I had my sensing spell, things would have gone so much faster. And my light ball, for illuminating dark corners. And—Well, all my spells really.
“That’s it for