Steal the Moon (28 page)

Unlike the above-mentioned shipment of LCD TVs and Blu-ray players, the truck containing my Roman artifacts wouldn’t be tempted by the usual plays. This truck wouldn’t stop at a local diner so the driver could get a cup of coffee and perhaps pick up a cute little redhead who so needed a ride to Fort Worth. I would have pulled out my Ruger and forced the now wide-awake driver to the drop where Danny and Dev would find my crate, and I would send the driver on his way. Scenario number two involved detouring the truck to the drop and then pulling my Ruger while the boys pillaged. It wouldn’t work with this truck. On seeing the unscheduled detour, the truck carrying my item would simply turn around and head back to the airport until a team could figure out what was going on.

I needed shock and awe. I’d tried to get Danny to jump in front of the truck, set his shoulders, and just stop it with his body. It always worked in the comics, but Danny was a wimp and thought that would probably hurt like hell despite the coolness factor, so we were going with a greener method.

“Zoey, I have the package in sight,” Zack said in my earpiece. “It’s five minutes away. Has the big guy shown up?”

“Negative, Zack.” Daniel was supposed to be here by now. I put the binoculars down and Dev frowned, the moonlight illuminating his tension.

“Where the hell is Donovan?” Lee asked, frowning.

Dev pulled out his cell and hit speed dial. “Dan, where the hell are you? This goes down in five minutes. Get your ass to the drop.”

He clicked the
End Call
button and shoved the phone back into his black pants. I’d played stylist tonight. For the thief, black is the only color to go with. Dev and Lee were dressed in black from head to toe. They wore black turtlenecks, despite the ninety-five degree temperature. The ski masks they would put on sat on the ground. I knew they were both dreading it, but I had to insist. There were two armed drivers in that truck, and I wanted them both alive at the end of my job. If they were alive, then there was always the chance that they could remember something I would rather they forgot. I didn’t want them thinking about things like hair or eye color. All they would know was there had been two men and one woman. If that was all they could offer, there would be no police sketches and no need to call in a cleaning crew.

Of course, if Daniel had shown up, I wouldn’t have needed any of it. He could have just informed the drivers that they didn’t remember and they wouldn’t. I checked the rounds in the Ruger and Dev did the same in his new, shiny SIG Sauer. Neither of us said a word, but we were both worried. It wasn’t like Danny to not show up.

He’d been quiet and contemplative the last week or so. I knew he was upset about sending another one of his soldiers to the Council, but it had to be done. He’d prepared a young vampire named Brian for the way his life would be during the training period. Brian had been with Daniel for over a year and he was unattached. Though Daniel had not once mentioned it, I knew he was avoiding breaking up another couple if he could. The situation with Neil had affected him more than he would ever admit.

Dev glanced at me, his eyes asking the question.

“We go now or we lose it, Dev.” I wasn’t willing to waste more than a week of planning and work because Daniel was late. In fifteen minutes the job would be over, and I could figure out what had kept him. I was certain it was Council business. He was supposed to fly back in from LA tonight and more than likely, he’d been delayed. It wouldn’t be the first time the Council had forced Daniel to do their bidding on a moment’s notice. The job would have been easier with Daniel, but I’d certainly run jobs without the aid of a vampire before.

“All right, sweetheart. I better get to work then.” Dev gracefully pushed himself up and pulled our secret weapon out of his pocket. Seeds. Oak, he’d told me. He took the handful of seeds out to the road. He crossed the highway, strategically placing each seed for maximum coverage. When he was done, he jogged back to the side of the highway Lee and I were on and I watched as he took a deep breath. He held his hands to his sides, but his fingers splayed wide as he opened that place deep inside of him that called things to life. I felt the air around me pulse with energy. Even Lee sat up when he felt that power filling the air.

There was a rumble as the seeds popped open and life sprayed across the concrete. It was like watching a fast-forward nature video. Suddenly there was a burst of green as a grove of large oaks spread across the highway. It was a strange but beautiful sight.

“That’s pretty damn impressive.” Lee watched Dev work. “I thought he was just a walking, talking dose of Viagra.”

I laughed out loud and had to remind myself we were running a job. “He’s a fertility god, Lee. Most of his magic is about sex, but he also has some Green Man in his background, hence the expertise with plants. Don’t underestimate Dev. Just because he’s not as butch as you or Daniel doesn’t mean he can’t do some damage. He can pull you into the earth with those plants.”

“I’ll remember that,” Lee said, staring at Dev with new respect.

Dev climbed back up the hill and held his hand out to help me up. “Is that satisfactory?”

I looked down on the small forest that now obstructed the roadway. It was better than any little detour sign. There was no way even a large truck was blasting through that thicket of strong trees. What took nature twenty years, Dev had managed in a minute. And he could reverse it at the end of the job. He would wave his hands and the whole grove would be back to seeds. The road—not so much. There were going to be some serious traffic jams in the morning.

“It’s hard to remember you used to be crappy at magic.” When we’d met, he’d struggled with control.

“That was before I found my goddess.” He touched the place where the gold medallion rested under my shirt. “It means what it says. It will only be stronger once the ceremony is performed. Declan is meeting us at the Gathering. He hasn’t said he’ll give his consent yet, but he will act as witness. I have no doubt I’ll convince him. I’ll get the real one around your neck. You’ll see.”

I still didn’t understand why we needed royal consent to perform a fertility ritual. It wasn’t like it wouldn’t work because Declan didn’t give us his blessing. I’d started to notice the insane amount of pregnant females living in our building. I’d heard the women joking about something being in the water. It wasn’t in the water, but he was living in the penthouse. Looking at those shiny green trees, it struck me that Dev’s power had grown in leaps and bounds since he met me. If his power over plants had grown exponentially, then I had to figure his fertility powers had done the same. It made me want to up the strength of my birth control shots. I shook my head because that was just one of those problems I didn’t like to think about. It seemed like something I would inevitably have to deal with, but I didn’t want to borrow trouble.

“Truck’s coming,” Lee said, his hearing able to detect the advance of our prey far sooner than we could.

I touched my earpiece. “Zack, is anyone else coming?”

“That’s a negative.” Zack watched far too many movies. “It’s all quiet here.”

“Let me know if that changes,” I replied.

There was the grinding sound of large brakes pumping furiously at the unexpected obstruction in the road. I pulled the ski mask over my face, getting ready for about ten uncomfortable minutes. Dev and Lee did the same. The three of us ran down to the road, weapons at the ready. The brakes groaned under the pressure and the truck started to jackknife, but finally the large vehicle came to a stop just as it bumped against the incomprehensible bit of nature in the middle of the highway.

“What the hell is that?” a male voice asked as one of the doors to the truck came open. He had an incredulous look on his face, and I knew I’d made the right call. If I’d tried anything vaguely normal, they would have attempted to turn around and gone into lock-down mode. There would have been no avoiding gunfire.

“I have no idea but I’m calling it in,” the other voice said. This one came from the driver’s seat.

“I’m going to have to ask you not to do that, gentlemen.” I held the Ruger steady, the driver’s head in my sights.

Lee moved quickly and before the driver had a chance to hit the call button, he was being hauled out the door. Lee pulled him by his shirt and held him a good two feet off the ground. “You ready?”

Dev nodded, not saying anything he didn’t have to. He worked gloves over his hands and took out the plastic restraints we’d bought for just this occasion. The guy in my sights watched us, hands held in the air. He wasn’t panicking, and I was grateful for that. Calm kept everyone alive.

I stepped up to my guy. “I’ll need the gun, buddy. Reach one hand into the holster, carefully lay it on the ground and kick it over here, please. No heroics, okay? They can both move faster than you think, and they won’t take kindly to you trying to shoot me.”

“I have a wife and two kids,” he stated quietly, looking at the ground rather than me. He knew what he was doing if he didn’t want to get shot. He played at my humanity and made no move to be able to identify me later.

“I’ll make sure you get back to them in one piece.” I had zero desire to hurt some guy for doing his job. This is why I greatly prefer cracking safes. Safes don’t tell me about all the people who’ll miss them if they’re suddenly dead. “My partner over there is going to tie up your friend. Then we’ll get to you. Would we tie you up if we meant to shoot you? We’re not even going to take the truck. We’re interested in one item and then we’ll be on our way. Now, I really need the gun.”

He nodded and slowly, carefully slid his weapon from his holster and laid it on the ground. He used his foot to kick it my way and then dropped to his knees, assuming the proper position for turning oneself over. Dev had efficiently restrained the first guard and placed him on the side of the road facing away from us. I had given him this particular duty because he was damn good at it. Having been tied up by Dev on numerous occasions, I knew our victims would suffer no ill effects from his talents.

When both men were properly restrained, I started for the truck. Luckily, I knew what I was looking for. “It’s in a wooden crate marked
fifty-seven
.”

He nodded and we started toward the back of the truck. I could still feel the heat of the day on the asphalt and the quiet in the air around seemed slightly ominous. I shook off the feeling and tried to concentrate on the job, but I was still worried about Daniel. It wasn’t like him to be late.

Heavy locks held the doors of the truck together. I could easily pick the locks or I could have brought some liquid nitrogen to freeze them and then break the offending material. Why bother when Lee could just pull it off? With one hand he easily broke through hundreds of dollars of security. The door came open, showing us the well-packed exhibit. In the moonlight, I could see the stacks of crates.

Dev jumped up and switched on his flashlight, illuminating the interior of the truck. There was enough room to maneuver through the rows of packages. He held his hand out and gave me a quick tug to bring me to his side. I glanced back at Lee, who had the strangest look on his face. He stayed back, which was odd because he always preferred to go before me. He typically shoved me back when I tried to go first and, despite the fact that Dev was here, I expected him to protest. He took his job seriously and probably wouldn’t even trust Daniel to do it right.

“What’s wrong, Lee?”

“I don’t want to go in there, Zoey,” he admitted, because Lee was nothing if not honest. If there was one thing I’d learned about Lee, it was that he followed his instincts. “Whatever is in there, I don’t want it anywhere near me. There’s something bad in that truck. My every instinct tells me to get the fuck away from that thing.”

I nodded, not wanting to push him to do anything he didn’t want to do. It gave me a great confidence that we were getting exactly what we wanted. The artifact must be powerful for Lee to be able to sense it through all the packing material. “It’s all right. Dev and I can handle it. You watch our two guests. We’ll be done in roughly two minutes. Give me the crowbar.”

Lee handed me the metal tool, and Dev started to check the numbers on the crates surrounding us.

I was a bit startled when Zack spoke softly in my ear. “Zoey, you have a car coming. It’s moving fast.”

“Understood. We’ll be out of here in five minutes tops. Get your furry ass here now. We’ll pick you up on the way.” I’d hoped to have more time, but it looked like our two drivers were going to be rescued pretty quickly. I had no doubt whoever came across them would call the police immediately.

“Got it, sweetheart.” Dev picked up the wooden crate with a spray-painted fifty-seven on its side. He moved it to the middle of the truck and held his hand out for the crowbar. With a quick movement, he had the top cracked open and held the light over the crate, allowing me to peer inside. I moved to the side and started to push through the packing materials. “If that car wasn’t coming, I would suggest we have a little fun. I’ve never had sex in a truck such as this. Come to think of it, we’ve never stopped in the middle of a job for a quickie.”

I laughed as I sifted because Dev never let the tension of a situation force his mind from his favorite subject. I felt something that was just about the right size. “There’s a pretty good reason we don’t have sex on the job. Sorry, baby. You won’t be checking anything off your list tonight.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Dev replied with a grin. “The night is still young.”

I pulled the object free and brushed off the popcorn-style material they had packed the crate with. I gently unwound the item and was rewarded with my first glimpse of the Strong Arm of Remus. I found myself staring at the carved marble figure. The wolf emerged from the marble as though it was a part of the stone, taking form to devour its prey. The wolf held a woman in its sharp teeth, her face a mask of agony. There was no doubt in my mind that this was a werewolf. Whoever had created this piece had used a werewolf as a model. The violence in the stone was barely contained. As I stared at it, I knew that if I gave it a chance, that violence would spill out of the confines of the small sculpture and into our reality.