Elemental Assassin 04 - Tangled Threads

were about two hundred feet ahead of me. I let out a soft curse and quickened my pace. I needed to get to them before they got into a car. Otherwise, I’d never see Vinnie again—alive anyway.
    To my surprise, the three men didn’t herd the bartender into a waiting vehicle. Instead, they reached the edge of the nightclub parking lot and kept right on walking down the street. I frowned. Where were they taking Vinnie?
    “Gin? What’s happening?” Finn asked.
    “They’re on foot,” I told Finn. “Still heading west. What else is out here?”
    Through the phone, I could hear the roar of the club’s rocking music and Finn having some sort of muffled conversation. He must still be sitting in the booth with Roslyn.
    “Roslyn says that there’s a park about half a mile down the road,” Finn said. “She’s taken Catherine there a few times.”
    Catherine was Roslyn’s young niece, whom the vampire adored.
    “Ask her what’s there,” I said.
    Finn murmured something else to Roslyn. Ahead of me, the men kept walking, and I kept following them, moving from the shadow of one car to the next.
    “Roslyn says there’s a playground with a swing set, a sandbox, and some other stuff for kids. Lots of trees, too. It wouldn’t be a bad place to have a quiet little chat with someone this late at night.”
    “Especially if you didn’t want to get blood in your car,” I murmured. “Our new friends are headed in that direction. They don’t seem to be in a particular hurry, so I’m going to amble along behind them. It might be nice if you could come out and join the party.”
    “Roger that,” Finn said. “On my way.”
    We both hung up. I stuffed the phone back into my jeans pocket. When I reached the edge of the parking lot, I stopped, half-hidden behind a large SUV. The group of men herding Vinnie along had already crossed the street and were busy cutting through another parking lot on the other side that flanked two more industrial-looking buildings.
    I shook my sleeve, and a silverstone knife slid into my hand. The hilt of the weapon rested against the spider rune scar branded into my palm. The blade was as familiar to me as my own face, and a natural extension of myself in so many ways. And now, it was time for the Spider to hunt with it once more.
    A cold smile curved my lips as I stepped into the waiting darkness.
    There wasn’t nearly as much cover as I would have liked, but it was easy enough for me to slide from shadow to shadow without the giants seeing me. Besides, they weren’t the most observant of men, more interested in making sure that Vinnie didn’t break free and bolt than worried about who might be watching them. The two giants holding the bartender shot a couple of cursory looks over their broad shoulders, but that was about it. Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy.
    Their casual inattention was going to be the death of them—real soon.
    After several minutes of walking, the men reached the edge of the park that Finn had mentioned. An iron gate curved over the entrance, and a maple tree rune set in the middle of the design denoted it as a park, along with the name Green Acres. Just the place that I wanted to be. Old-fashioned iron streetlights lined a cobblestone walk-way that led farther into the park.
    I cocked my head to one side and reached for my Stone magic, listening to every part of the element around me, from the pavement and sidewalks that I’d just left behind to the cobblestones stretching out in front of me.
    The pavement and sidewalks behind me only whispered of the steady grind of traffic, while the cobblestones ahead gave off low, quiet murmurs of the wind rustling in the trees, the
pit-pat
of small, eager feet, and the easy lope of animals across the grass. This was the sort of place that families came to enjoy a picnic lunch or an afternoon in the summer sun. Nothing else.
    So I waited until the men were about two hundred feet in front of me, deep into the park, before following them.
    I stayed off the well-lit path, instead moving from tree to tree, and keeping the men within sight. As I skulked, I also kept an eye out for LaFleur. Just because the assassin had gotten into a limo with Mab didn’t mean that she wasn’t meeting up with her men later. Hell, she could be on her way here right now. LaFleur might want the pleasure of killing Vinnie herself. Some assassins were twisted like that, and she’d certainly seemed to enjoy frying the dwarf with her electrical magic last