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  "Max tried to kill me," I said quickly. "I told her to stay and she didn't."

  He flashed his teeth. "She was a stubborn woman, Suarez, but your accusation falls flat. Her charge as a bodyguard was to defend Baptiste."

  "I never meant him harm. None of the Bone Saints. I was there for the Nigerians."

  The bokor narrowed his eyes into slits.

  "It was Tunji who sliced their heads off," I told him. "I only killed in self-defense. Think about the kid I left alive, the one who blew my cover. It would've been more convenient to kill him."

  Chevalier pulled the knife away and leaned back. "And so you still live. What was your business with Obazuaye?"

  "To get the truth. To expose it. What I knew, it should've helped Baptiste."

  The bokor tapped the knife on my chest impatiently.

  "They've been playing you for fools," I said.

  He countered with a defiant glare. "Obazuaye was brokering peace. I have heard him speak on it myself."

  "Maybe," I conceded. "He wasn't a bokor, he was a businessman. If you ask me, it was only about money to him, not unity. But Namadi doesn't matter. That was our mistake. Namadi never mattered. Tunji Malu was the architect of the betrayal. The assassinations to your leadership—"

  "Carried out by you."

  "Ordered by him. Tunji had me under some kind of vampiric compulsion, same as Namadi. Whatever Baptiste did to me in that dumpster must've shaken the black magic away. I figured he was using me to ignite a gang war."

  "Impossible. The Nigerians are few. They would not be so bold."

  "So I realized. They can't meet your numbers. They could never control the streets. So Tunji wielded me, a third party, someone without a link back to him. He acted to create instability during the pretense of peace."

  "To what end?"

  "Property values. Buyouts and redevelopment. I have a friend with the police who admitted as much."

  "A friend." The bokor pondered my words closely.

  My face darkened. "Not anymore."

  Chevalier rustled silver-armored fingers, twiddling his knife. "Politics. Police. Property. These do not sound Haitian or Nigerian. They sound white, Suarez. Cuban."

  I frowned and kept silent. The bokor was right. Tunji said he served Nigeria but how was he furthering their interests? I squirmed against the cuffs that bit into my wrists, hoping the bokor would spare me since he understood the true evil. Chevalier's expertise meant he knew just how mindless my actions had been. The conspiracy wasn't mine. Or his. We were just soldiers in different armies, fighting different wars.

  A fleet of trucks passed overhead. The sky rumbled and relaxed. The bokor waited until it was quiet again to speak.

  "Tell me about Tunji Malu."

  I swallowed. My life depended on my ability to convince Chevalier about this next part. "He works a dark magic. Like ours, but different. West African. He came stateside with Namadi seeking power. At some point ten years ago, we crossed paths and he killed me."

  The statement was true enough. I kept out the part about why we had crossed paths. I didn't need word of necromantic artifacts getting around.

  "He killed my friend," I continued. "My family." More lies. More shadowing the truth. "Laurent called him an asanbosam."

  Chevalier's eyes widened. "This is impossible. The asanbosam were exterminated from the continent a century ago."

  "You can't exterminate what lives in the Nether. A hole can open up anywhere and anything can crawl out. I was attacked by a trickster spider too."

  The bokor chewed his lip. The Nether is a strange place with lots of names. Its creatures have sometimes been a blessing to humankind but, more often than not, they've been a curse. Where Nether creatures walk, atrocities follow. From the troubled look on Chevalier's face, I could tell he felt the same.

  "How were the asanbosam killed in Africa?" I asked.

  He cocked his head. "Influenza. Disease. Their blood is volatile. Powerful, but hyperactive."

  "It's unstable," I concluded. "Baptiste hit him with a poison that melted his skin. When I did the same, Tunji was weakened. That's when he opened the warded door. I hurt him."

  The Bone Saint chortled. "He recovered quickly after your escape. He blamed the attack on you and never mentioned your association." Chevalier's face darkened. "We allowed him to leave safely. Now he is in hiding."

  I smiled wickedly. That was my cue. "I know where he is, Chevalier. He's in the Everglades. A safe house. Unchain me and I'll kill him tonight."

  The bokor leaned away from me, considering my offer. I had to give Jean-Louis Chevalier credit—he knew I was manipulating him. Unlike some of the Saints, the bokor was no stranger to guile. "Perhaps," he hedged. "But you are still a danger to me. Once you have surrendered free will, it is easily taken. I may find you siding with your master again."

  "That's why Tunji needs to die."

  The bokor stood. "You assume the vampire is your master."

  "He's the one," I said. "There's no one else."

  Chevalier shook his head. "No one else? You yourself spoke of the anansi. A connection with Namadi. With other bokors."

  "All dead," I reminded him.

  Chevalier flashed his teeth. "Let us not talk about death as the greater populace might. You, too, are a dead man." The bokor clasped his hands behind his back and paced around me. "Tunji Malu still has living ties. The police. Other animists."

  "There's no evidence of that."

  "Suarez, I have never heard of an asanbosam who could wield magic."

  I gritted my teeth. The dark magic that draped over me could've been anything. Enchanted venom. A curse. It didn't need to be human spellcraft. "You've never seen an asanbosam before Tunji Malu. We don't know what they're capable of."

  The soldier frowned. "If he is as capable as you say, chasing him alone is a death sentence."

  "Win-win for you, isn't it?"

  He considered. "And if I unbind you? You agree not to attack me?"

  "A full truce," I promised.

  He nodded. "Until the vampire is dead."

  Of course. The bastard still wanted to kill me. Maybe it was for Max. Or maybe just his dog. In any event, being chained to the floor was a weak bargaining position. I nodded silently.

  Jean-Louis Chevalier withdrew a set of small keys and unlocked the handcuffs. I sat up and rubbed my wrists.

  "The asanbosam are said to be swift," he warned. "Able to absorb physical attacks."

  "I've seen him in action. Like you said before, we just need proper preparation."

  The bokor laughed heartily. "We, Suarez?"

  I regained my feet and nodded. "What you hit me with. Sickness, right? That's your magic. Pestilence. A special kind of death."

  Chevalier clenched his jaw and looked me in the eyes. I told him my plan.

  Chapter 37

  The air in the Everglades was thick and humid. Plant life and swampland, mostly untamed, met with the sun-bleached asphalt road. The turnoff was right where Evan said it would be, past an aging alligator attraction, little more than rocky swale to cars speeding by. When I pulled off the road I noticed a dirt road heading into the brush.

  The area was pitch black. Abandoned. Barren of the lights and sounds of the city, but alive with fluttering insects and animals scurrying in the brush.

  This time was my time. The night. The blackness. This was when I was strongest and sneakiest, when my magic would garner its most potential.

  As I studied the path cut through the grass, I knew this was where I had to go. I knew this was what I had to do. I also knew I might never come back.

  Nobody would lose sleep over me.

  For a lot of people, my disappearing would be the best thing that happened to them. Evan could go back to raising my daughter, Emily to moving on. Kasper and Milena and anyone else wouldn't need to suffer like my family had, like Martine had. Even the Bone Saints would be free of my menace.

  In a world of saints and sinners, why is it only the si
nners who get second chances?

  All those close to me had paid for my sins. That wasn't fixable. What I did now was for vengeance, not salvation. My soul was already too black to wipe clean; staining it some more couldn't hurt.

  I stood outside the Fiat and waited in the peaceful night, feeling the world for the first time. The breeze. The ticking of the car's engine. The insects buzzing and biting at me.

  Any outcome tonight suited me just fine. Either I snuffed out a great evil, or the vampire snuffed me out, this time for good. Either way, the balance sheets of the world would tally a little brighter.

  Headlights flashed over me as a vehicle bounced from the road to the grass. A work van with an empty cargo rack on the roof parked behind the Fiat. Chevalier exited the vehicle with his usual grim presence.

  "It is ready," he said. "But I think it is not enough." The bokor was decked out in full gear, skulls and silver, yet he didn't move. He didn't share my death wish.

  I kicked at a stumpy wooden post along the road and turned down the path without a word.

  "Don't forget, Suarez," called the bokor, flipping the ceremonial knife in his hand. "After you finish him, if you live, we still have business to attend to."

  I continued without acknowledging him. He would help me or he wouldn't. For now, I walked alone. It was better that way, unencumbered by others. I wasn't sure what to expect, and I needed to be free to use the shadow.

  Cisco Suarez was nobody's thrall, man or fae. My mistakes were mine alone to make. As cheesy as it sounded, I'd rather die free than live in servitude. Tunji Malu could pry my silver whistle from my cold, dead hands.

  The path was well beaten. Twin tracks of dirt ran through the grass like scars, signaling regular (but light) vehicle passage. Foliage encroached on both sides, even as a swamp lined the southern portion. Eventually, I reached a patch where the trees cleared and a concrete embankment sloped into the water. A dock for lowering boats into the river. That's why the dirt road existed. I walked over it and stopped just short of getting my feet wet.

  I scanned the swamp. None of the stars above were reflected in the murky water. The eyes of an alligator, barely peeping above the surface, watched me. I glanced at my red boots, rapped them on the concrete, and winked at the predator.

  "Don't even think about it," I warned.

  It didn't move at all. In fact, the water itself was completely still. Come out, come out, wherever you are.

  The worn tire tracks gave way to thick vegetation. I continued along the grass. Wild, but still trodden upon. This began to look more promising as a hideout, and my patience was rewarded when I came upon a small metal utility box in disrepair.

  Something, at least, was out here.

  Further down was a large, concrete structure. Barely a building. The windows were boarded up with plywood. The roof was a single layer of corrugated metal. It was more like a permanent shed on a concrete platform, but it was two stories high.

  Drat. I didn't have good luck with sheds.

  A metal access door was barred shut with a heavy chain. Opting for silence, I didn't touch it. Instead I made my way to the concrete platform to the side, which I realized was really the front of the building. Not only that but the structure was much longer than it looked from the side. Multiple large enclosures spanned the face, like a fifteen-car garage, except this was an old boathouse.

  Tucked away and forgotten, this was Tunji Malu's hideaway.

  Ever quiet, I crept across the cracked cement, peering into the shadows for any movement. I suppose it was too much to expect an army. Tunji Malu wasn't a king in a fortress, surrounded by animist allies like Chevalier had suggested. The vampire acted more like a frightened animal, cowering in the darkness with the rats.

  Around the other side of the building were more boarded up windows and a metal door. This one was not chained closed.

  It would be ideal to slip in silently, through the shadows, but there was no space for that. I tugged softly at the door. It scraped against the frame as it pulled away. The hinges creaked and set my teeth on edge. Even worse, the racket echoed throughout the inner chamber.

  So much for stealth.

  I stepped into the pitch blackness. Except, to me, it wasn't dark at all. I could easily see every detail of the open room.

  As a West African vampire, I was betting Tunji could see just as clearly.

  He stood at attention along the far wall, watching me.

  Chapter 38

  The vampire growled between taut lips. "Francisco."

  I stepped inside, letting the door hang open. The building was essentially a large corridor with a high ceiling, the two of us squared off at opposite ends.

  "You didn't think anyone else would come for you."

  Tunji Malu licked his lips. "Perhaps not. You were resourceful to track me to Little Haiti through Namadi, but he was a public figure." The vampire's brow knotted. He cocked his head, flexing the muscles in his neck. "Finding me here is ever more curious."

  He hadn't been prepared for my appearance. He didn't have his armor on. Just boots and pants. His bare chest was thick and ropey, his flesh a hide of dark leather. The metal in his teeth glinted, so I figured it for a permanent fixture. The knee spikes and curved hooks, not so much. The monster recovered his knives from the floor.

  "The necromancer Martine knew of this place, but I dealt with her before she could've told you."

  My face remained a passive mask.

  "You still have friends in this city then," he guessed. "A secret ally? An old brother?"

  I shook my head. "Thanks to you, I have no friends."

  He laughed. "Ah, then a lost love, perhaps." His eye gleamed.

  Whatever front I'd been holding up shuddered. The possibility that he knew about Em horrified me. My face flashed with anger. "There's no one!" I snapped, but the protest was too ardent.

  The vampire smiled. "Perhaps Martine was not enough. I will need to flush out and destroy all other vestiges of your previous life. Or I will command you to do so."

  I hissed. "Just like you did with my family?"

  Tunji's confident smile vanished. "You remember this?" He stepped forward and studied me. "Your knowledge surprises me again. It was no accident we wanted you with us. Your potential is vast." He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What else do you remember, shadow witch?"

  My stomach turned at the banalities. "Why'd you have my family killed?" I demanded. "Why'd you make me kill them?" My chest heaved as I waited. I flexed my arms, reminding him that I was strong too.

  Tunji Malu arched an eyebrow and shrugged. "I will tell you if you explain how you broke my hold over you. How you come to me now, no longer a dead man?"

  I ground my teeth. He was toying with me, having fun with it, but he wanted information too: Who sold him out. Who broke his control. The facts I wanted weren't so strategic: A rational explanation. Some meaning to the madness.

  "Laurent Baptiste dispelled your aura with his palm of death," I explained.

  The vampire smiled, then broke into a chuckle. "Impossible. You overestimate his power. Even if he had been capable of such a feat, it would have left you a corpse. No, Francisco. I wish to know how you still walk this earth."

  I scowled. "I don't have that answer."

  "And the Horn?"

  "I don't have that either."

  The vampire nodded and looked me up and down, measuring me. "Of course not. A blind man swinging at shadows. For all your cleverness, you remain a disappointment."

  "Tell me why you had me cut down my family."

  He sighed so emphatically it was almost a yawn. "Because I could, Francisco. Your family was irrelevant, ignorant of our dealings. They never needed to die, but I made it so. It was a test of your loyalty. My brother, dealing death from the shadows. I had to know if you could be a fully trusted member of the Covey."

  "I'm not your brother," I spat. "And I'm not a part of your covey."

  "But you were, Francisco. Once you slaughtered
your family, we knew you were one of us. We gave you free reign of the city." The monster's eyes lit up. "And what a wonderful reign it was. For eight years, we held Miami in our clutches. This great city was at our mercy. We were an incredible team."

  Tunji was trying to rile me up, but I was past that. I recovered my calm and spoke with measure. "Only my family calls me Francisco. I won't stand you doing it again."

  He licked his lips in amusement. I paced closer to the vampire and glowered. "I was never one of you, asanbosam. If you think this meeting ends with me pledging service to you again, you're dead wrong. Look to your pet spider, the anansi, for a more likely outcome."

  The vampire frowned and scraped his knives together. "We are all pets," he said. "He and I were equals. As were you. You just don't yet remember."

  "I wasn't your equal. I was your thrall."

  Tunji chuckled and shook his head. "We were brothers. And we shall be again."

  With a flick of his wrist, the vamp hurled one of his hooks. I phased to the side and the metal whizzed past me.

  Tunji charged in a blur. As I rematerialized, I waved my hand and muddied the floor. The blur slowed considerably.

  Still, Tunji Malu was impossibly fast. Reduced to the speed of an Olympic sprinter, he quickly bore down on me. I gathered the shadow from the surroundings and solidified it into a wall between us. The vampire slammed headfirst into it and roared.

  He'd be dashing around more carefully after that.

  He swiped his blade at the wall of ether and I was surprised to feel resistance. Walls like this could take time to build properly. I gritted my teeth and refocused the darkness, pressing the surface into him.

  Another flick of Tunji's empty hand, this time back. It took me too long to notice the magical tether.

  The curved hook he had originally thrown reversed direction and thudded into my back. I grunted and attempted to phase away, but I was hooked. Trapped in this world as with the handcuffs. Tunji laughed and yanked me closer.

  I couldn't believe I'd fallen for a Mortal Kombat move.

  I fought against his pull, grimacing as the blade pierced further into my hardened skin. An awkward twist allowed me to hook my arm in the middle of the circled edge. I braced my armored forearm against the metal and slid it from my body with a groan. Blood spilled from my back but I wasn't in dire trouble. With my arm against the hook, however, the vampire still had me tethered.