Rob Thurman - Trick of the Light

I snorted and took a plate from the tray and said to Leo, “Pigs. You’re all pigs.” Griffin raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth, but Leo shook his head. “Don’t bother,” he advised. “It’ll only make your head hurt.” He handed the tray to Griffin, took his own plate, and found a chair on the other side of Zeke’s bed. I joined him. “I have two guards that followed me from the kitchen here. They’re stationed outside the door with your guard, Trixa.” Black eyes sparked with humor as he took a bite of his sandwich.

“Three whole guards.” I dug into my own sandwich. When I finished half of it, I went on, “We’re doomed now.”

They’d asked for our guns and Leo’s Viking-looking sword before we boarded one of the copters and, at that moment, with machine guns being held casually ready for any returning demons or maybe two stubborn barkeeps, turning over our weapons was about the only choice we had. So we did. But only three guards? Insulting and a little less than smart.

“Not everyone is impressed by a bar owner and a jack-of-all-trades,” Leo reminded me.

True. Jackson Goodman, their second in command, knew Griffin and Zeke hung around my place, but he didn’t know we hunted demons on occasion with them. He definitely didn’t know what we were capable of. I would have preferred to keep it that way, but it didn’t look like that would be an option. Of course, they no doubt cared less about that now than about the Light of Life. Goodman was probably looking for a saw to cut off the top of my head so he could take a peek at my brain. See what the Light told me for himself. Eden House might not torture me as Jeb the Caver had been tortured, but then again, they might. I still didn’t know. And even if they were nice enough not to torture me, they weren’t going to let me go either, and that was the surest bet you’d find in Vegas. Not without getting something from me first.

Griffin seemed to know what I was thinking, which wouldn’t be hard, as I frowned my way through the second sandwich. “I’ll do my best to get you out of this,” he said. “I promise you that.”

In most cases it’s the thought that counts, but this time . . . I shook my head. “You don’t have a chance. They think I know where the Light is. They’re not going to let me go anywhere.”

“The Light of Life, Ms. Iktomi,” sounded the voice from the door, which had opened silently, so silently I hadn’t heard it, “belongs with us, or rather with him for whom we toil.”

And the owner of that voice would have to be Mr. Trinity, who now stood in the doorway. That wasn’t his real name. Zeke or Griffin had said that the head of any Eden House anywhere in the world was called Mr. Trinity. It was a title, an honor, a badge signifying whom he served. I wondered if they all had the same presence too, because this guy would make a demon scurry home to his mommy—or daddy as the case may be. He was six feet tall and broad shouldered with thick white hair and a startling slash of thick dark brows. His eyes matched them, the same color as Leo’s. He had to be in his early sixties, but his face was strong and unlined. If they made a movie of my life, he’d be played by Sean Connery and he would either seduce me or kick my ass, or both. And, let’s be honest, if it were a movie and Sean Connery, I’d let him. Either way, he’d get what he wanted—the Light—and I’d be nothing but a credit at the end.

It was just too bad for Mr. Trinity that this wasn’t a movie. Like I would give him the Light. Did he know who killed Kimano? Did he even know my brother had once lived? No. Could he find the demon who had taken his life? Doubtful. They were legion. A human couldn’t do it. Only a demon could.

And I had my money on Solomon. He wanted the Light just as badly as Mr. Trinity. It was easy to see why when you knew what it could do.

Like I told Mr. Trinity I knew.

Like I’d told Solomon at the battle.

All’s fair in love and war. Now imagine what’s reasonable in vengeance and fucking with my family. Mr. Trinity might be a ruthless leader, but I wasn’t sure he could quite imagine the things I was willing to do. Solomon was a demon. . . . Solomon might have an idea or two about my limits—as in none.

I patted my mouth with a napkin and folded my hands across my lap like the good girl I was. “Unless you have a red-hot poker in the next room”—I tilted my head just enough to let him know I didn’t think it completely beyond him—“you get nothing from me. At least not until I get what I want.”

By the way he clenched his fist, if that nonexistent red poker had been in his hand, I thought he would’ve used it. “And what, foolish, greedy woman, do you want?”

“Greedy.” I’d seen the money that went into and never came out of Eden House. It made me wonder . . . when had they forgotten that a camel would pass through the eye of a needle before a rich man entered Heaven? “Well, Mr. Trinity, this foolish woman has all the apples she needs, so I think you’ll find my price quite cheap for what the Light can do. It’s just one you can’t pay.”

He ignored the price check and focused on the rest of it. “What it can do. You think you know what it does?” Coldly but carefully lacking scorn. If I did know, he didn’t want to make me angry—it’s a pissed-off cow that gives little milk. I didn’t know if there was a folk saying in that exact form, but you could take it on truth in content.

“It’s the wall no horn can blow down.” Griffin and Trinity’s eyes were fixed on me. Leo’s weren’t. He already knew what I knew, what I’d known for a while. Trinity would assume I got the information from the Light itself via Wilbur. There was a calculating shift of his eyes—like Goodman, what Trinity wouldn’t give to pop the top to my skull and take an ice-pick jab and look for himself.

“If Jericho had the Light, it would still stand. The Light is neither of Heaven nor Hell, but before. Long before.”

“Blasphemy.” Trinity said it reflexively, without a lot of investment in it. He was more concerned about what I knew than offense to the Lord at the moment.

“It’s an unbreakable shield,” I went on. “Should war come between Heaven and Hell, whichever side had it would be completely protected.”

“What’s going on?” Griffin demanded.

“Torture, murder, and a race to the perfect weapon. Invulnerability,” Leo said matter-of-factly as he moved on to his next sandwich, unbothered by the violence that constructed those words. “That would make any war a short one.”

“God is invulnerable, not a Light,” Trinity said this time with a quiet certainty and power.

“Then why do you want the Light?” I didn’t even have to ask. Griffin did it for me.

“The Light is for Heaven. That’s all you need to know,” the older man replied brusquely. For Heaven maybe, but not for God, but no angel was going to tell the Eden Houses around the world that. Lose their human servants? Where was the benefit there?

“No one will stop us in obtaining it. Not a woman and not a demon,” he went on. Demon singular, as in Solomon, Trinity’s equal in Vegas. “Or hordes of demons. Every hell-spawn in existence can stand against us and it will not matter. Eden House has its orders.”

“Good for Eden House.” I stood and put the tray on the chair. “We should be going. Thanks for the hospitality, but I have a business to run and a Light to find.”

“I think not.” Mr. Trinity didn’t move, just as the three guards outside the door wouldn’t move—unless we made them. Then there would be reinforcements, and although I knew without a doubt that Griffin would back up Leo and me, someone would get hurt. And Zeke wasn’t even conscious. Griffin wouldn’t leave him if the fight went badly. I wouldn’t leave him.