Deadly Desire (Riley Jenson Guardian 7)

"When there's magic involved, I'm not taking a chance."

She grunted. "I'll send Marg and her team."

"Thanks, Sal." I pocketed my phone and walked on through the warehouse. Joe was still hiding in the shadows of the large bin that seemed to be leaking an oily liquid everywhere. The zombie lay near his feet, lifeless but maybe not entirely dead. We wouldn't know for sure until the magi got here to take care of him.

Joe rose as I approached, and his relief was evident.

"You got her?" he asked, wiping oil-stained hands across his already grubby jeans.

"No, she escaped." I stopped and crossed my arms. "You want to tell me why she was chasing you?"

"I don't know." His gaze suddenly wouldn't meet mine as he brushed sweaty strands of hair away from his forehead.

"Fine," I said, and turned on my heels and walked away.

"Hey," he said, voice confused. "Where you going?"

"If you can't be bothered telling me the truth, I can't be bothered helping you."

"But she'll come after me again!"

"That's your problem, not mine."

"Wait!"

I didn't. There was a pause, then footsteps as he ran after me. "Okay, okay," he said. "I think I might have called her."

I stopped and turned to look at him. Fear and defiance mingled in his eyes. "You called her?"

"Yeah. The first woman gave Kaz a business card, just in case something happened and she wasn't able to do the job."

"And you stole the card?"

He looked indignant, but the quick flick of guilt in his eyes suggested I wasn't far off the mark. It seemed the old adage of honor among thieves didn't always apply around street kids. "No. Or at least, only once she'd done the job. Thought it might be handy to keep if the job turned out to be real and Kaz made a lot of money."

Which she probably did, but she didn't live long enough to spend it. "So, after our little chat, you decided to ring the woman and tell her what, exactly?"

Again defiance sparked in his eyes. "That I'd seen her, like, and I wanted money or I'd go to the cops."

"And did Mike know about this phone call?"

He snorted. "No. He would have asked for his cut, wouldn't he?"

"He saved your life by calling me, Joe. Next time, take that into consideration when you're thinking about cheating him."

"It ain't cheating-"

"It is when he's keeping you all fed and safe, isn't it?"

"I guess so," he muttered.

I smiled at his sullen expression. "So what did the woman say?"

"She agreed, like, and said she'd meet me at the cricket ground, near Vale street, at eleven. But that thing came after me before then."

And why would he not have expected that? Honestly, anyone intent on a little blackmail ought to be prepared for the fact that the recipient of said blackmail wasn't going to be happy about it, and just might be inclined to react. But then, I guess Joe was still a kid and somewhat green to the foibles of others, even if he had lived on the streets and learned his lessons the hard way.

"You said the first woman-does that mean the woman you talked to on the phone wasn't the same woman?"