Hexed

displeasure into the phone. » I have never turned into a bat, no vampire ever has, and that particular myth of Mr. Stoker’s is growing tiresome. «
    » If we live through this, Leif, I swear I’m going to make you read some damn comic books. «

Chapter 23
    Leif showed up at my house wearing a steel breastplate and a broad grin. » I have not lived this long to let a few witches stake me tonight, « he said, leaning casually against his Jaguar. He was wearing one of those old-fashioned white linen shirts with enormous poufy sleeves underneath his breastplate. He didn’t go full Renaissance, however, and complement this with breeches and a codpiece. Instead, he wore a black pair of Levis and some Doc Martens with a surplus of buckles.
    » You have one other vulnerability, I think, « I said. » And we need to address it. «
    His grin disappeared. » They have sunlight in a bottle or something? «
    » No, but they will probably have some hellfire available. Eight of them are carrying demon spawn. You’re rather flammable, am I right? «
    » Well, yes, now that you mention it. «
    » I have a fix for that, strictly a loan item for tonight only. «
    » All right. « I gave him Oberon’s talisman and activated it to protect him. He regarded me doubtfully and flicked the amulet hanging from his neck. » This hunk of metal will keep me from turning into ashes? «
    » You’ll feel the heat, but it shouldn’t burn you. «
    He raised his brows and rolled his eyes briefly by way of a facial shrug and said, » Fine. Are we ready to go? «
    » Couple more things we have to do first, « I said, and wagged my head significantly at the house across the street. » You remember my inquisitive neighbor? «
    » Of course. «
    » He let it slip the other day that he has a rocket-propelled grenade in his garage. I’d like to see if he was telling the truth and, if so, liberate it for the greater good of the East Valley. «
    Leif’s head didn’t move, but his nostrils flared. » He is in the house right now. «
    » Oh, aye, and he’s watching us through his blinds. «
    » What do you propose we do? «
    » You charm his ass and get him to open the garage for me. I’ll brazenly walk in there and take what we need, then you tell him to forget it. «
    » If he has military weaponry in there, we should report him to the ATF. «
    I sighed in exasperation and pinched the bridge of my nose. Who would have thought a bloodsucking lawyer would actually care about the law? » Okay, but only after we take some to play with. «
    Mollified, Leif said, » He is looking at us now? Through his window? «
    I slid my eyes sideways to confirm that the blinds were still parted. » Yes. «
    Without warning, Leif whipped his head around and stared across the street at the blinds. They fell closed after a couple of moments.
    » Got him, « Leif said. » Proceed. The garage should open in a few seconds. «
    We strode across the street, and the heavy door began to rumble open ponderously. It occurred to me that I’d never seen it open at all; Mr. Semerdjian drove a silver Honda CR-V and always parked it in his driveway.
    The rocket-propelled grenade—one of several—was there. And so were a crate of standard fragmentation grenades, several crates of automatic weapons, and handheld surface-to-air missiles. There were also a dozen flak jackets hanging on the wall.
    » Wow, « I said. » It’s just like my garage, except with extra overkill. «
    » Clearly these weapons are not for personal defense, « Leif said at the threshold. Mr. Semerdjian was under his control, but he hadn’t invited Leif into his home of his own free will yet. The man was standing, somewhat slack-jawed, by the door that led into his house. » Mr. Semerdjian, « Leif addressed him, » please explain why you have all this weaponry here. «
    » It’s for the coyotes, « he replied.
    I looked up sharply. » What did he say? What coyotes? «
    Leif repeated my question, since Semerdjian wouldn’t answer anyone but him.
    » Coyotes. The men who smuggle people across the Mexican border. «
    » Oh, those coyotes, « I said. » Okay. «
    » I supply two different gangs of them, « Semerdjian continued. » They always need something extra to get away from the border patrol these days. «
    Leif pumped him for more information about his suppliers and customers, while I loaded up. I took a flak jacket, remembering that die Töchter des dritten Hauses liked to use handguns, then I snagged