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Authors: Jennifer Estep

BOOK: By a Thread

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Since Finn had been sitting on a stool close to the cash register, he'd pulled a gun out from underneath his suit jacket and tried to put a couple of bullets into the giant, but the giant had slapped Finn's gun away. The two of them had been grappling when I'd come around the counter, palmed one of my silverstone knives, and repeatedly, brutally punched the blade into the giant's back, side, and chest until he was dead. Hence the blood that had spattered all over Finnâand me, too, although my long-sleeved black T-shirt and dark jeans hid most of the stains.

“All right,” Finn said. “Let's lug this guy the rest of the way. I need to go home and get cleaned up before my date with Bria tonight.”

I'd just started to bend down and take hold of the giant's ankles again when a mutter of unease rippled through the stone wall beside meâa dark whisper full of malicious intent.

I stopped and scanned the alley in front of us. Sophia's rusty cooler stood at the far end, although several more Dumpsters and smaller trash cans crouched in between like tin soldiers lined up against the walls. It was after nine now, and what little lavender twilight remained was quickly being swallowed up by the shadows creeping up the walls. Another breeze whistled down the alley, bringing the scents of cooked cabbage, grilled chicken, and spicy peanut sauce with it, since a Thai restaurant was among the businesses on this particular block.

Finn noticed my hesitation. “What's wrong?”

I kept scanning the shadows. “I think we have company.”

He adjusted his tie again, but his eyes were flicking left and right just like mine were. “Any clue to who it might be?”

I shrugged. “Probably the guy who was eating with our dead friend earlier.”

Finn shook his head. “But that guy left before the giant attacked you. Even if they were partners, once he saw what happened to his buddy, the second guy would have hightailed it out of here as fast as he could, if he had even the smallest
shred
of common senseâ”

A bit of silver stuck out from behind a Dumpster off to my right. I immediately lunged forward and threw my body on top of Finn's, forcing us both to the ground.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The bullets sailed over our heads, but I still reached for my Stone magic and used it to harden my skin into an impenetrable shell. I also tried to cover as much of Finn's body as I could with my own. I might be bulletproof when I used my magic, but he wasn't.

Footsteps scuffled in the alley behind me, indicating that our attacker felt bold and confident enough to move toward us. Thenâ

Crack! Crack! Crack!

More bullets zipped down the alley. The guy must have adjusted his aim, because I felt all three of the projectiles punch against my back before rattling away in the semidarkness. One of the bullets would have blasted out through my heart, killing me and maybe Finn too, if I hadn't been using my Stone power to protect both of us. My body jerked with the impact of the bullets; then I let my limbs go absolutely slack and still as I sprawled over Finn, as though I were as dead as the giant lying next to us.

I looked at Finn, who gave me a saucy wink, telling me that he was okay. I felt his hand reach up, then drop from my waist, taking a light, thin weight with it. Finn brought his hand back up, and I wrapped my fingers around his. He pulled his hand away, leaving me holding the knife he'd grabbed from against the small of my back. I slid the knife partially up my sleeve, hiding the blade from sight, then closed my eyes and waitedâjust waitedâfor my enemy to come close enough.

More footsteps scuffed in the alley, followed by the harsh, raspy sound of someone breathing in through his mouth. I opened my eyes just a crack. A pair of mud-covered boots were planted right next to my face. As I watched, one of the boots drew back, and I knew what was coming next.

Sure enough, a second later, the giant's boot slammed into my ribs.

Despite the fact that I was holding on to my Stone magic, the blow still hurt, like getting beaned in the chest with a fastball, but I kept my body loose and floppy as though I couldn't feel it at all.

But the force of the blow knocked me partially off Finn, who grunted as my elbow dug into his shoulder.

Silence. Thenâ

“Open your eyes, pretty boy, or I'll put a bullet through your skull,” the guy threatened.

Finn sighed, and I saw him open his eyes and slowly hold his hands up. “All right, all right, you got me. I'm still alive.”

“I don't care about you,” the giant snapped. “Is she dead? Or is she faking?”

“Of course she's dead,” Finn snapped back, holding his hands out so the giant could get a better look at the bloody smears on his clothes. “Do you not see the blood all over the two of us? I'm lucky the bullets stopped in her instead of going on through and into me.” He shuddered. “And now I think I'm going to be sick. So can you please just roll her off me or something? I can't
stand
the sight of blood.”

If it wouldn't have given me away, I would have snorted. Finn didn't have any more problem with blood than I did. He just didn't like it being splattered all over one of his precious Fiona Fine designer suits.

“But you're her partner,” the giant said. “Everyone knows that. Shouldn't you be, you know, more upset that she's dead?”

“Actually, I'm more like her henchman,” Finn corrected. “As for being upset that she's dead, well, she's not exactly the kind of woman you say no to, if you know what I mean. Trust me. I'm happy that she's gone. Thrilled. Ecstatic, even.”

Silence. Thenâ

The giant kicked me in the ribs again. Once more, I pretended that I couldn't feel the sharp, brutal blow. The giant kept up with his attacks, plowing his foot into my ribs, my shin, and even my shoulder. I thought he might lean down, press his gun against the back of my skull, pull the trigger, and put a couple of bullets into my head just to make sure that I was dead. But for once, my luck held, and he didn't take that final step. Maybe he was out of bullets. Or maybe he just wasn't that smart. Either way, after about three more minutes of dithering around and petulant pleas from Finn to move my body off him, the giant seemed to buy my playing possum.

“I did it,” the guy finally said. “I did it! I killed the Spider! Woo-hoo!”

Okay, I thought the
woo-hoo
at the end was a little much, but I let the giant enjoy his moment of victory.

It was going to be the last thing he ever enjoyed.

“All right, all right,” Finn groused again. “Now, can you please just get her off me? Seriously, dude, I'm about three seconds away from throwing up here. I know you don't want that all over your boots.” He started making choking sounds.

“Fine, fine,” the other man muttered. “Just quit your damn whining already.”

The giant reached down, grabbed my shoulder, and turned me over.

I surged up and stabbed him in the chest for his thoughtfulness.

The giant screamed in surprise and jerked to one side, making my knife skitter across his ribs instead of slicing into his heart. He staggered back, and my knife slid free of his chest, blood spraying everywhere. The giant brought his revolver up between us and pulled the trigger.

Click
.

Empty. Just like I'd thought. Too bad for him. Fatal for him, actually.

I scrambled to my feet, raised my knife high, and threw myself forward, but the giant was anticipating the move. He caught my arm in his hand. Given his enormous strength, it was easy for him to keep me from plunging my knife into his chest a second time. So I brought my free hand up, curved my fingers, and clawed at his face. The giant craned his neck back, trying to protect his eyes from my prying fingers.

“Gin! Down!” I heard Finn yell behind me.

I immediately stopped my attack on the giant and dropped to the ground.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Bullets punched through the air where I'd been standing, and the familiar acrid burn of gunpowder mixed with the stench of garbage in the alley. A second later, the giant's body hit the alley floor with a dull
thud
.

Knife still in my hand, I got to my feet and hurried over to him, but there was no need. Finn had put a couple of bullets through the giant's right eye and up into his brain, killing him. His body had already shut down, and he wasn't even twitching.

I turned to look at Finn, who had a gun clenched in one hand. With his other hand, he was picking a piece of wilted cabbage off his jacket sleeve. He tossed the cabbage aside with a disgusted expression and moved over to me.

“You okay?” I asked.

Finn nodded. “You?”

I nodded back and gingerly touched my side. “I'll have some bruises from where he played kick-the-can with my ribs, but I'll stop by Jo-Jo's on the way home and get her to patch me up. No worries.”

“Speaking of Jo-Jo's, I still say that I should get to come to your little soiree,” Finn said. “Especially after I was so helpful here tonight.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You start up with that again, and I'll be dealing with three bodies instead of just two.”

Finn gave me a wounded look, but after a moment, he sighed and holstered his gun. “Well, at least this one's already halfway to the cooler,” he grumbled.

I grinned at him. “See? We're nothing if not efficient.”

Finn muttered some choice words under his breath, but he reached down and took hold of the dead giant's shoulders, and I grabbed his ankles again. We lugged the two giants over to the cooler to await Sophia and her body-disposal skills.

Not the first body dump we'd doneâand certainly not the last.

JENNIFER ESTEP
is a
New York Times
and
USA Today
bestselling author prowling the streets of her imagination in search of her next fantasy idea.
Spider's Bite, Web of Lies, Venom, Tangled Threads, Spider's Revenge,
and
By a Thread
are the other books in her redhot
Elemental Assassin
urban fantasy series for Pocket Books. Jennifer also writes the
Mythos Academy
young adult urban fantasy series and is the author of the
Bigtime
paranormal romance series, including
Karma Girl, Hot Mama,
and
Jinx.