Elemental Assassin 01 - Spider's Bite

and luxury sedans and SUVs packed the parking lot in front of the building and the two on either side. Finn parked our vehicle for the evening in one of the side lots, underneath the soft tendrils of a weeping willow.
    “So what’s the plan?” Donovan Caine asked.
    “We wait for Carlyle to show, see what he’s up to, and if anyone joins him. When he leaves, we grab him and take him back to his place for a private chat,” I said. “A variety of things could happen after that, depending on how cooperative he is.”
    “Are you going to kill him?” the detective asked in a flat voice.
    I turned to stare at him over the headrest. “Are you seriously asking me that question? Of course, I’m going to fucking kill him. Carlyle’s working for the Air elemental. That means he’s fair game as far as I’m concerned.”
    Donovan Caine shook his head. “I can’t let you do that, Gin, no matter how big a slimeball Chuckie C. is. I’m a cop. That means something to me, even if it doesn’t to you.”
    I stared at the detective. His morals were going to get in the way the whole night unless I convinced him to ignore them—just this once. An idea came to me, one that turned my stomach, but it was something I had to do to get Caine to go along with us. “Finn, do you still have that photo on your cell phone? The one Goth girl sent you?”
    He slowly nodded.
    “Be a sweetheart and show that to Donovan, please.”
    Finn opened his phone and scrolled to the appropriate picture. He didn’t look at the screen as he passed the device to the detective. Donovan took the phone. Shock and disgust and horror flashed in his eyes, one after another. I waited until I saw the emotion I wanted—sympathy. Sympathy for what Fletcher had endured. Sympathy I was going to twist to my advantage.
    “Take a good, long look, detective. That’s what the Air elemental did to my handler,” I said in a soft voice. “And she didn’t stop even when he was dead. She kept mutilating him. That’s how I found him, lying in a pool of his own blood, his face and body almost unrecognizable from where she’d used her magic to flay him alive, to strip the skin from his body. The stench was … indescribable. She would have done the same thing to you, if I hadn’t intervened. The exact same thing.”
    Donovan Caine didn’t respond. He just kept staring at the photo of Fletcher’s body.
    “I promised you I wouldn’t hurt any innocent people, detective, and I won’t. Like I told you before, I don’t kill kids. Pets either,” I said. “Even when I do kill, it’s quick, fast, mostly painless. That, the image on that phone, is an abomination. The men at your house said Carlyle was with the elemental when she did that. He helped her do that to an old man that I loved. So yeah, I’m going to kill the bastard tonight. If you have a problem with that, you can leave. Right fucking now.”
    Donovan scrubbed a hand through his black hair, snapped the phone shut, and passed it back to Finn, who took it without a word. Donovan Caine closed his eyes. His jaw tightened. A muscle twitched in his cheek. A vein throbbed in his forehead. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me. Emotions flickered in his golden gaze. Shock. Anger. Disgust. Horror. Resignation.
    “All right,” he said in a thick voice. “You’ve made your point about Carlyle and the Air elemental. They’re yours. But their mole in the police department, he’s mine. I’ll handle him, not you. Understood?”
    I could live with those terms. “Understood. Now, let’s go see if we can spot the bastard.”
    The three of us got out of the car and walked toward the front door.
    Finn made sure his hair was smooth and sleek, his breath minty-fresh. He also straightened his tie until it was centered against his chest. “Just let me do the talking, and everything will be fine.”
    I rolled my eyes but let him step in front of me.
    Finn strolled past the line of people waiting to get in, ignoring the dirty looks and muttered curses that came his way. A seven-foot-tall giant holding a clipboard stood in front of the door, checking off names. Finn stopped in front of the giant and plastered a smile on his face.
    “Xavier, my man. How are things tonight?” Finn held out a hand.
    Xavier studied Finn with his oversize eyes. He turned his head to one side, and his neck cracked. The flashing heart rune made the giant’s shaved head glitter like jet in the dark night. A knowing smile creased