Page 31 of Brimstone Bound
‘Tony,’ I whispered.
The chilling reminder of why I was there galvanised me. Shaking off my guilt, I marched to the crossbows. I didn’t like the thought of waving a dagger or a sword around, especially given my recent up-close-and-personal experience with sharp blades, but I could get behind a crossbow. Surely it would be like a gun, point and shoot? Right?
I scanned the various shapes and sizes and picked one that was a useful matte black colour and looked reasonably simple to use. I ignored the bows that had scopes; I wasn’t planning to shoot anyone from a distance. This was for self-defence and close calls only.
The crossbow was far heavier than I’d expected as I hefted it from one hand to the other. I wouldn’t be able to hold it upright for more than a few seconds. I grimaced and replaced it, then chose another one which proved to be considerably lighter.
I closed one eye and practised aiming at a random spot on the wall before examining the bow’s spring mechanism. It didn’t look complicated. Spotting a chest in the far corner, I opened it. It contained silver-tipped bolts, designed to take out werewolves, vampires and anything in between. I licked my lips nervously and picked one up.
Loading the crossbow was difficult. I fiddled for ages before realising that there was a foot stirrup. I slid in the bolt and tugged on the strings until they latched it into place, raised the crossbow up, aimed for the wooden door and fired.
Nothing happened. There wasn’t even a faint jolt. I frowned and looked over the crossbow again until I finally spotted the safety button. Ah-ha. Using my thumb, I flicked it. A moment later, I tried shooting again.
I missed the door by a good metre and the bolt thudded into the wall, embedding itself in the plaster between two daggers. I hissed. Hitting a target would take far more time and practice. Then again, I didn’t actually want to kill anyone; the purpose of taking the crossbow was to ensure that no one killed me. It was a deterrent. By carrying it, at least I’d look like I meant business even if nothing was further from the truth.
I reloaded, this time double checking that the safety was on rather than off. I could do without shooting myself in the foot. Then, because this was all about appearances, I grabbed a black-lined quiver and filled it with more bolts before looping it over my shoulder. Glancing at my own dark reflection in the window, I smiled grimly. I was ready.
Chapter Twelve
Max’s replacement didn’t look at me when I walked outside. I ignored the bellman rather than asking him what Jeremy had said and risking giving myself away to someone who seemed to hate my guts.
I marched in the direction of St James’s Road and the DeVane Hotel. I’d try and find Tallulah before breaching the expensive hotel. If the car was anywhere in the vicinity, she wouldn’t be hard to spot. I held the crossbow loosely at my side, doing my best to appear casual about it, because nothing proclaims confidence more than relaxed insouciance.
It still wasn’t late and there were quite a few people out on the streets. I passed three young men who I was certain were werewolves. They goggled at me, stared at the crossbow in my hand then darted off, no doubt to tattle to their wolfy superiors. Let them. I meant business and I didn’t care who knew it. The more supes who were wary of me, the better.
I nodded at the tourists who stopped to check me out, and frowned in warning at the woman who was approaching to ask for a selfie. She pulled back and I kept walking, maintaining a good pace but not hurrying. I didn’t want to appear panicked to anyone watching me.
I made a point of avoiding St Erbin’s Church. Regardless of my weapon and my bravado, I had limits – and the dark streets were making me jumpy, no matter how much I acted to the contrary.
I skirted round St James’s Park, taking care to stay out of the deepest shadows. The traffic was reasonably light but there were still plenty of cars passing. More than one driver beeped their horn at me, though I wasn’t sure why.Hello, I can see you and I’ve noted that you’re carrying a lethal weapon in your hand?Or something to that effect.
I didn’t react, but I was glad to be noticed. Their attention made it less likely that I’d be grabbed from the bushes on my right. I did cut across into a side street when I spotted two police officers out on patrol, though; The last thing I wanted was to explain myself to them, even if we were on the same side.
St James’s Road was wide and stretched for about a mile. I turned and walked northwards towards the Thames river, which lay not far beyond. I kept my eyes peeled for any sign of Tallulah. There wasn’t much on-street parking here, but that wouldn’t have stopped Tony.
I walked past a sports field and a church and passed beneath the boughs of several large trees before emerging at a crossroads. The road continued; I was just about to cross over when I noted a Tesco Express and a leather-clad woman standing outside it. She had long black hair tied into a plait. From her tightly bound corset to her knee-high stiletto boots, her clothes screamed ‘look at me’. But it wasn’t her showy attire that gave me pause, it was her red-lipsticked smile and the glimpse of pearly-white fangs.
I walked towards her. When she saw me coming, she licked her lips in predatory anticipation. Then her eyes dropped to my crossbow and her expression changed.
‘Good evening,’ I called as I approached.
‘Why are you carrying that thing?’ she asked, dispensing with any niceties and getting straight to the point. She spoke with a rough London accent that was at odds with her immaculate appearance. ‘Only Supe Squad are allowed shit like that.’ She paused. ‘Unless you’re looking for trouble.’
Her last comment was more for herself than me. She was trying to convince herself that she wasn’t scared. Two days earlier, I wouldn’t have been able to recognise that.
‘Well,’ I answered with a smile, ‘as it turns out Iamwith Supe Squad.’
‘No, you ain’t.’
I raised an eyebrow. ‘So you know DC Brown?’
‘’Course I know him. Everyone knows him.’
I kept my eyes on her face and adjusted my grip on the crossbow so she didn’t forget I was holding it – and that it was loaded. Go me. I could be intimidating, after all.
‘When was the last time you saw him?’ I asked.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she curled her lips into a sneer. ‘He don’t carry that shit with him. Not ever.’
