THIRTEENFranc<strong>is</strong>co had decided to change vehicles. Someone would be looking for th<strong>is</strong> one when theyfound the body. Baley had probably used some cousin's taxi.Yes, said the wh<strong>is</strong>perer. That's w<strong>is</strong>e. <strong>The</strong>y're searching for th<strong>is</strong> vehicle. But make yourchange quickly. <strong>The</strong> time <strong>is</strong> almost upon us...He'd better do th<strong>is</strong> fast. He had a sense of a m<strong>is</strong>sion to fulfill, though he wasn't quite sure whatit was. But had the iron spike led him the wrong way so far? No. He was in America, wherehe'd always longed to be. Here there were Chicano gangs, black gangs, Italian mafias, Albanianmafias, Cuban mafias, Russian mafias; there were Chinese Tong, Armenian syndicates, Gypsysyndicates, and more powerful than all those - the syndicates of the Rich White Men.<strong>The</strong>re was always room for another pig at the trough. And he would make himself head pigsomewhere....<strong>The</strong>re - a car lot. Somewhere in that glassy building to one side would be a rack of keys.He abandoned the taxi in an alley several blocks away, walked over to the car lot - andimmediately found the security guard, a chunky Chicano eating a Subway sandwich and watchinga small portable telev<strong>is</strong>ion set behind the glass, with h<strong>is</strong> back to Franc<strong>is</strong>co. Like a gift, wrappedup and waiting for him.Franc<strong>is</strong>co looked at the glass, saw no alarm wires attached to it. <strong>The</strong>y counted on the securityguard. He smiled, thinking of the company counting on th<strong>is</strong> oblivious, bored fat man to protecthundreds of thousands of dollars in merchand<strong>is</strong>e. Like putting out a lapdog to protect againstwolves.<strong>The</strong> security guard turned, frowning, asking what he wanted in Engl<strong>is</strong>h, h<strong>is</strong> voice dimmed bywindow glass.Franc<strong>is</strong>co grinned, and shouted, "Ay, que pasa, carbon!" <strong>The</strong>n struck the plate glass with theiron spike, and the shards flew inward with such force and such diabolic guidance - that theypierced the security guard a dozen times. He sat there in h<strong>is</strong> chair, h<strong>is</strong> mouth full of sandwich,spasming, blood runneling from the corners of h<strong>is</strong> mouth to mix with mayonna<strong>is</strong>e, h<strong>is</strong> eyesdimming - shards of glass, all of them roughly in the shape of the iron spike, transfixing h<strong>is</strong> innerorgans, some of them projecting from h<strong>is</strong> neck in the front. He would be dead in moments.Franc<strong>is</strong>co scarcely glanced at the dying guard as he stepped through the broken window, h<strong>is</strong>feet crunching on glass fragments, and went to the back room. Inside, he found a padlockedcabinet. <strong>The</strong> work of a moment to use the spike on the lock - it flew apart with barely a touch,and he reached for the keys to a fast sports car.No, Franc<strong>is</strong>co. Flashy would get you noticed. You would drive it too fast. <strong>The</strong> police mustnot delay you. No time to kill patrolmen. You need something more like the city’s main fleet ofcars.... That one - you feel the tingle as your hand brushes the keys? Take it, Franc<strong>is</strong>co....Yes, it was better to have something a little understated, so the police didn't take notice,Franc<strong>is</strong>co reflected.Two minutes later he was driving a new van through the streets... but to where? Was he towander th<strong>is</strong> vast city with no destination? What was that? A whore? Perhaps he should take h<strong>is</strong>pleasure....No time for that. Turn right, here, Franc<strong>is</strong>co. Down th<strong>is</strong> street. Left at th<strong>is</strong> one. Nowanother two miles...<strong>The</strong>re, that building ahead.It looked like some sort of hospital to Franc<strong>is</strong>co.He wasn't touching the spike in h<strong>is</strong> pocket at that moment, so he couldn't read the sign thatsaid: RAVENSCAR HOSPITAL.
--<strong>The</strong> night hummed with engines, flashed electric light on chrome; neon signs blurred throughcar exhaust. SUVs and Hummers snorted, jostling for space on the streets like rhinos heading fora water hole. Angela and <strong>Constantine</strong>, driving through L.A., took it in the way leopards take in ajungle. Looking at very little directly - but aware of everything.Angela's own SUV drew up at a stoplight near the BZR brokerage and public relationsbuilding. She looked up at the black, monolithic BZR offices. It was one of those buildings thatseemed to suck in all the light that should have reflected from it; there were reflections of otherbuildings, but they were tinted, compressed, as if the building had eaten, absorbed their images;held them trapped.She glanced at <strong>Constantine</strong>, grim and pale beside her, and thought about suggesting a SWATteam. She could find some excuse to make it happen. Tell the precinct a story. If it didn't workout, it'd ruin her career. But what did it matter? After what she'd seen, she believed that the endof the world was coming - unless they could stop it. Any r<strong>is</strong>k was worth taking.But she knew what <strong>Constantine</strong> would say: Cops? <strong>The</strong>y'll just get in the way on an operationlike th<strong>is</strong>.<strong>The</strong>re was something she had to ask him, while she still had the chance. "John, if Isabel killedherself to save mankind, why <strong>is</strong> she in Hell?""Take your life in despair, you go down... rules. Spiritual physics. No grand plan. Justrules." He pointed at the entrance to the BZR parking garage. "<strong>The</strong>re. On the left."She pulled into the parking garage, wound her way through the spiral labyrinth that protects allsuch buildings, level after level, till she found a v<strong>is</strong>itor's space. She parked - and <strong>Constantine</strong>turned to her. H<strong>is</strong> eyes locked on hers. He reached into h<strong>is</strong> coat pocket, then put h<strong>is</strong> arms aroundher. <strong>The</strong>y were cheek to cheek. For a moment sexual energy flickered between them. H<strong>is</strong> armswent around her neck, teased at the nape.Strange spot for him to pick, she thought. But maybe it was their last chance to have that kindof memory, before they both died in th<strong>is</strong> cold steel and glass monolith. Maybe...<strong>The</strong>n he drew back - no longer touching her at all - and she saw he'd clipped Hennessy'samulet around her neck.She realized that she'd drawn her psychic field in again. Otherw<strong>is</strong>e she'd have known what<strong>Constantine</strong> intended. But perhaps she had been right after all... in a way. It was just a questionof timing. <strong>The</strong>re was some kind of unspoken intimacy between them. She knew <strong>Constantine</strong> wasafraid of it - but she also knew that it felt right. <strong>The</strong>y fit together somehow.He nodded toward the amulet he'd hung over her bosom. "Think of it as a bullet-proof vest,"he said.''I'm coming up there?" she asked."You're staying in the car."She thought about that. Was th<strong>is</strong> male chauvin<strong>is</strong>m? Or was it about an expert taking over,like a homicide detective taking over from the uniformed cops?Maybe he was right about that - maybe she'd put up with it. And maybe she wouldn't.She let her psychic antennae reach out a little as he got out of the car. Questing... and shelearned that there would be work for her yet.--Balthazar stood at the mirror in the BZR brokerage executive bathroom, adjusting h<strong>is</strong> collar,h<strong>is</strong> hair, h<strong>is</strong> look. A squeaky - clean mirror. Stainless steel and immaculate tile and tracklighting.He thought about how different the executive washroom would be in its Hell version. He hadgrown to prefer Earth's version of things. Nice clean bathrooms, sometimes; gardens withouthuman heads protruding from the ground; fountains that didn't spout slime; people not covered by
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