Connie was doing her best to scream through whatever was on her mouth, duct tape he’d said. Whatever she was seeing was scaring the hell out of her.
“I’ve got to go, Anita, my sister is being difficult, but before the sun comes up she’ll be easy, because she’ll do exactly what I tell her to do. Thanks to you I lost a lot of money, but Consuela will be perfect for a client who wanted his own slave. He doesn’t even have to be here for the ceremony, he just needs to hold the bottle that contains her soul, like a magic ring for a genie.”
My mouth was dry, but I said, “How did you get around the fact that murdered zombies attack their murderers?”
“The soul, Anita, the personality; people are so conflicted about violence. Pure zombies aren’t conflicted at all, but add the soul back in and they’re just as fucked up as the rest of us. I’m going to sell my sister to a very rich man as his slave forever. I don’t know if I’ll just kill my brother, or cripple him. Either way, my father will never forget me again.”
“Maximiliano, don’t do this, don’t hurt them.”
“Would you let me fuck you to save them, Anita?”
“Sure,” I said.
He laughed again, and I heard Connie making helpless noises through the gag. It sounded like he was dragging her over gravel and then weeds, or something. “I’ve got to go, Anita, I have people to kill, souls to steal. You know I haven’t found a buyer for a teenage boy, but I’m betting that one that was completely obedient to the customer’s every whim, well, the right person would pay handsomely for that, don’t you think, Anita?”
“I’m not joking, Maximiliano. Let’s hook up. Let’s fuck, just like your mother wanted.”
“Rumor says you killed the Señora, is that true, Anita?”
“Never believe the rumors,” I said.
“Oh, I hope they are true, because if they are then I’ll give you a chance to see which of us is more powerful.”
“More powerful how? How do we prove that?”
“First, find me before I finish the ceremony and there’s no sister left to save, though maybe I’ll fuck her first, before I kill her; that would give you more time to find me.”
I fought the urge to threaten him, and tried for calm. “This is your last chance to do what the Señora wanted you to do, Maximiliano.”
“I saw the videos from Colorado, Anita. More than giving my mama powerful grandchildren, I want to see which of us is the better necromancer.”
“Fine, let’s go, let’s do it, just tell me where you are.”
“Think about what I want, Anita, and you’ll know there are only a limited number of places I could have driven in this amount of time that will give us the arena to test ourselves.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“If you don’t figure it out, then I kill them, sell at least her, and leave town a very rich man. I’ll set up shop in a country that is a little friendlier to me and doesn’t have extradition with America.”
“Maximiliano, tell me how you do it. How do you capture the soul?”
“Come and watch,” and then he said something harsh in Spanish. “The boy has undone his bonds and found the trunk release. Stupid boy.” The gunshot was so loud I was deaf in one ear for a minute.
“Fuck, what did you do?”
“He ran, what else could I do, Anita?”
Connie was screaming as loud and long as she could through the gag. He wasn’t worried about the noise; fuck!
“If Tomas dies, you die. If you touch Connie, I will cut your dick off and gag you with it.”
“Oh, sticks and stones, Anita, sticks and stones.”
“Tell me where you are, you son of a bitch, and I’ll prove to you that I never make an idle threat.”
“Find me, and then we’ll see who raises what.” The phone went dead.
I screamed my rage loud and wordless. If he’d been in front of me in that moment I’d have killed him, cops or no cops.
62
I HAD TO call Manny and tell him about Connie and Tomas. I started with just them being hostages, without going into details. I figured him knowing he had a long-lost son with Dominga Salvador could wait until his kids were safe, or until I saw him in person. Some things you don’t want to try to explain over the phone.
“I need you to talk to the phone company and waive your rights to the phone records, so we don’t have to get a warrant for them to use Tomas’s phone’s GPS to locate him and Connie.”
“We’re still paying for Connie’s phone, too. Does that help?”
“Shit yes, I know he has her phone, because I was talking on it.” I turned to Sergeant Hudson, who wasn’t much bigger than I was, with a neat dark mustache to match the hair hidden under his helmet. He was the smallest man on his unit now, but they all still acted as if he were about eight feet tall and would hurt them if they fucked up. Hudson and I weren’t buddies, but we respected each other, and I’ll take respect over being liked any day of the week. He let me train with his team once a month to keep me from screwing up too badly. That he let me near his men at all was the compliment. He talked to all his guys like that.
“Manny, the father, is paying for his daughter’s phone; if he waives his rights we don’t need a warrant for the GPS records.”
“Great, did you hear that?” He spoke into a phone that he’d been using to try to get the GPS location for either of the kids’ phones. They wanted to help, but legally we needed a warrant . . . but Manny could waive his rights since it was his account and not Connie’s.