Guilty by Association (Judah Black Novels) (34 page)

Ed opened his eyes and frowned. “You really think that?”

I smiled and lifted him so that I could free his hands. “You see Sal or Valentino down here with me? When was the last time you saw either of them demand something from Daphne or Shauna and then turn around and step on a Hobgoblin? That takes balls, Ed. And here you are, two broken legs in the bottom of a cave, ready to give up because it might hurt a little?”

“A lot,” Ed corrected. “It's going to hurt a lot.”

I got his hands free and lowered him down. He was almost with me. I just needed to get him over the idea of the pain, push him through it to make him realize the benefits outweighed the risks.

“I'm not going to lie to you, Ed. I don't even want to think about how bad it's going to hurt. I don't even know that it's going to work. I do know that LeDuc has every intention of killing us and he's going to draw it out. He's going to take his time and laugh in our faces while he does it. He thinks you're a coward. Are you just going to lie down here and prove him right? Prove everyone else right?”

Ed swallowed. “But...They are right, Judah. I'm scared to death. I've got nothing to prove. I don't need to keep fighting the truth. The world's not going to miss one wimpy werewolf.”

“Ed...”

Ed was quiet for a minute. I racked my brain, trying to find the words he needed to hear. I didn't know how to reach him. I sucked in a deep breath. “I do need you. I can't do this by myself.”

“I just need this to be over. I can't.”

“Ed,” I said, sinking down next to him. “I think this is a case where the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.”

Ed blinked and his eyes focused for the first time in the darkness. “...or the needs of the one.” He offered me a weak smile. “Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan. I didn't peg you for a fan.”

“Hating Star Trek is pretty much akin to treason,” I said with a shrug. “There are kids somewhere in here that need our help. Sal's sitting in lock up for a crime he didn't commit and, if I don't clear his name, he'll go away forever. So are you with me or not?”

Ed took in a deep, shaky breath and then whimpered. “All right. Do it.”

I didn't wait for a second invitation. I searched the area for something that I could use as a splint first. There wasn't much down there except rocks and the occasional puddle of water but I did manage to find a small stick. It wouldn't hold up for anything heavy duty but it might be good for holding the break in place. I went back to the puddle by Ed and cleaned my hands there, since it was the closest thing to sterile that I was going to get. Then, I cupped some of the water in my hands and did my best to clean up Ed's wound. He whined and cried about it but did a pretty good job of staying still. I ripped a few strips of fabric off of Ed's jeans: some for tying on the splint and some to help stop the bleeding once the job was done. It was going to get messy.

“Now, for the shitty part,” I said kneeling next to Ed. “You ready for this?”

“No,” he whined, his voice small. “Just do it.”

“On the count of three,” I said. “One...two.” I did it on two to keep him from flinching or stiffening.

I'd like to take a moment here to say this is not something anyone should ever try. Pushing a protruding bone back into place isn't as easy as you might think. Things shift. Muscle and tissue and tendon get in the way. In most cases, it's best to leave that to a professional, someone with way more training and schooling than I had. All of my first aid training told me to leave him be, to make sure the scene was safe and to call EMS. But no one was coming there for us and if I left Ed alone, he was going to die. I needed his body to heal itself. If Ed hadn't been a werewolf with amazingly fast healing powers, and if we weren't in an extreme survival situation with our backs against the wall, I never would have attempted what I did to Ed down in that pit.

Ed screamed so loud I thought he would bring LeDuc and the others down on top of us. He bit down into the belt I'd put through his teeth and just about bit it in half. His hands closed on my shoulders in a grip that was surprising for a skinny kid. I had the bone almost back into place when Ed suddenly fell silent and his arms went limp. “Dammit,” I growled, knowing I could either stop, check on Ed and then have to start all over again or just finish up and hope for the best. I told myself he couldn't be dead. He hadn't lost enough blood. He'd just passed out from the pain. I pushed through, forced the bone back into place and aligned it as best I could before splinting. The tattered remains of Ed’s jeans became a bandage for Ed, held on by strips of belt.

It was a heavy half hour or so before I was able to verify that I wasn't splinting and caring for a dead man. I pressed my head to Ed's chest and listened to him draw in a strained breath. He was in shock, maybe, but there wasn't much I could do for that other than drag him out of the water and do my best to keep him warm, dry and safe.

“Come on, Ed,” I said, bending over behind him and wrapping my arms under his to drag him back against the wall. “Stay with me.” I dragged him back against the wall of the pit. He was unconscious but I still felt like I needed to reassure him. “I'll be right back. I'm just going to walk the perimeter and look for anything useful.” I started to walk away but hesitated and turned back. “Stay here.”

I must have walked the perimeter of that pit half a dozen times, finding nothing, before I came back and plopped down, exhausted, next to Ed. “There's nothing,” I told his still unconscious body and wiped sweat, dirt and blood from my face. “There's nothing, Ed, and I'm too damn weak to even manage a spell. Not that I even know one that would help us get out of here.” My chest rose and fell with a great sigh as I tried to contain my tears of frustration. “When I get out of here, I'm going to rip LeDuc apart. You hear me, LeDuc?” I screamed the last sentence as loud as I could and watched the torch flame quiver as my voice ran through it. “I'm going to kill you!” The only thing that answered me was the sound of my own voice, echoing back on itself.

I settled in against the wall and pulled Ed closer. The pit was cold enough that I could see my breath and getting colder as time went on. If we had any chance of surviving the next few hours, we were going to have to share some body heat. More than that, I just didn't want to be alone and useless. If I could just keep myself busy taking care of Ed and trying to find a way out, maybe I wouldn't have to think about Hunter. Maybe, I could rest.

I closed my eyes and imagined it was daylight outside. There were birds in the sky and sand on the ground, just the way it always was. “People are looking for us,” I told Ed. “They'll come. Tindall and Quincy and the rest. They'll find the car all wrecked in the middle of the road and they'll come. You'll see.”

I didn't believe it. Not even for a second. Ed and I, we were on our own.

I dreamed shallow dreams that slipped away too quickly when I opened my eyes to the darkness again. Above us, the torch hissed and burned, dropping a few cinders here and there. Someone or something was scraping around up there, too. I could hear them and see the shadows moving, though the sound got too jumbled in echoes for me to make out what they were saying. I lifted the hand I'd thrown around Ed's shoulders and put it against his forehead. He was sweating out one hell of a fever. That meant infection, which meant we were officially in a worst case scenario. Dammit.

I moved his head aside and stood, pacing over underneath the torch and flexing my hands. Maybe I'd recovered enough to try a little magick. I raised my hands and focused all my will, feeling the flow of energy within myself. It started to rise, to move where I wanted it...and then just dissipated into nothingness. I tried again and, this time, barely got any juice at all.
Dammit
, I thought and plopped down where I was.
Something's blocking me. He must have warded this whole place.

Magick was out. So was climbing out and no one was going to throw us a ladder. The only way out was if someone came down to get us and that wasn't going to happen until LeDuc ordered it. By that time, Hunter would most certainly be dead. Seventy-two hours. That was the magic number. Everyone in law enforcement across the country knew that number when it came to kids. You had seventy-two hours to find a missing kid. After that, you were looking for a body. With my passing out and falling asleep, it was hard to judge how long it had been since Hunter disappeared but it had to have been at least twenty-four hours. To come after me so blatantly, LeDuc must have been desperate to end this quickly. Chances were good that my son was already dead.

“Stop it,” I said and slapped myself in the face. “Don't focus on that. Focus on the task at hand. Survive. Escape. Then, search and rescue, Judah. This is just like any other situation.” But it wasn't. This was
Hunter
.

I was just about to get up and pace around the edge again when there was a loud thump off to my right. A rope ladder fell down into the pit. “Stay where you are, princess,” came Ozzie's voice down from the top. “My man's got his gun on you. Don't try anything funny, now.”

I looked up. The red dot of a laser sight trailed down the wall behind me and landed dead center on my forehead. “Tell me why I should. If my boy's dead, I've got nothing to lose by charging you.”

Ozzie's big shape swung over the edge of the pit and he hooked one boot into the rope ladder. “Calm your tits, lady. Your boy's fine. The apple of the boss' eye these days. So long as you cooperate...” He dropped down from the ladder with a thud. “That will continue to be true.”

Ozzie was a vampire and a big one. He was built like a pro linebacker with shoulders twice as wide as Ed.
All
of Ed. He wore hiking boots, black and tan fatigues and a black tank top. There was probably a nice military style buzz cut on top of his head, too, but I couldn't see it thanks to the cap he wore backwards. He grinned at me, showing off his fangs.

“Your boss. That'd be LeDuc?”

“Don't try to interrogate me, bitch.”

“Bitch?” I raised an eyebrow. “I'm not the one being ordered around on grunt duty by a good for nothing Frenchman. I'd say you're the bitch.”

Ozzie laughed. “Oh, I ain't here on orders. The way I see it, LeDuc owes me for this.” He stepped into the torchlight where I could see his face. Three deep gashes ran down the right side of his face, through his eye which was lidless, white and cloudy. He turned his gnarled lips upward in a smile. “That wetback werewolf gave me this when I helped LeDuc's whore grab that brat.”

Elias
, I thought.
He must've scratched Ozzie's face up when they took Leo. So, he did try to stop it.

“That's just fine,” Ozzie continued. “I gave the brat one to match, right across his little baby belly. Guts spilling out everywhere. It was beautiful.” I put a hand to my mouth and turned away, trying not to imagine a baby ripped open like that. He was gloating. Maybe he was lying just to get under my skin. “It's a shame, really. Kid was tough as nails. I chewed on that one for days.” Ozzie had started circling me, his chin tucked low, eyes glued to me. “If we'd known the pack was this easy to take out, we would have done it ages ago. As it is, it was stupid to ever think a pack of rabid dogs would stand in our way. Andre's too cautious.”

“Andre's smart. The last thing you guys wanted was a bunch of pissed off werewolves.”

“Like that wet pussy over there?” Ozzie jerked his head toward Ed. “Or the old man on the breathers in the hospital? Or maybe you mean the asshole sitting behind bars at the station?” In the blink of an eye, Ozzie closed the distance between us. I closed my eyes and winced at the feeling of his breath on my neck. “Maybe you mean those dike bitches you were with at the ranch. Let me clue you in, sweetheart. I ain't afraid of dogs.”

I turned and stepped away from him, for whatever good it was going to do me. I needed to get my back against a wall for sure. That way, he could only come at me from one direction. “Maybe you should be.”

He laughed again and casually strolled toward me. “The way I see it, the only thing I've got to be afraid of is the Master in his high rise raising an army and sending it our way. 'Cause that's the only way his ass is taking this town back. Marcus should've known better than to send his little BSI bitch. You ain't even special. You're human. You're
food
.”

I kept backing up, glancing toward the source of the laser sight to try and gauge which direction I should go. There was enough of a height difference between Ozzie and I that, if I backed the right way, his sniper wouldn't have a clear shot at me. If I was quick, if I hit just right, if everything went perfect, I could take Ozzie down and make a run for the ladder. Maybe I could climb up it before he shot me in the head,
though that wasn't likely.

“Is that why you're keeping me alive? You going to eat us like the rest?” My foot struck the wall behind me and I shrank up against it, as small and tight as I could.

“You think you've got it all figured out. You and that stupid straight arrow cop in town. You two think you're so smart. You don't even know what you're dealing with.”

“Wendigo.” The word stopped Ozzie in his tracks. The stupid, scarred up smirk faded from his face. “That's what they're called, right? That thing you're following? You know, he used to be a man, too, right?”

“You don't know shit.” He took another step toward me. Just two more steps and he'd block the shot. He only took one.

“I didn't know for sure until I saw him toss that car like it was nothing. He sounded just like my boy, trapped under there. It was very convincing, the way he mimicked his voice. And how he looked just like Sal? They can do that, too, can't they? Shapeshift? They're supposed to be the perfect hunters, wendigos. So, what I can't figure out is why the perfect hunter needs someone else, a whole crew of people, to go out and find his food for him. I'm food?” I laughed. “You're nothing but a pizza delivery boy for a French bastard who's too coward to even hunt.”