The screams finally faded.
“Shit.” Sam reached for the keys in the ignition, hesitated, then lowered his hands again. “Shit, shit, shit.”
“He’s finally stopped screaming,” Lou noted. “That must mean that everything’s just fine now.”
“Are you trying to get shot?”
“I’m trying to get you to take some action!”
“One more word, dude. One more word and I’ll shoot you right where you sit.”
“No, you won’t, because for all you know everybody else is dead and you need more bait. Today I faced off a werewolf in frickin’ hand-to-hand combat--twice--so I apologize if having a little kid point a cap gun at me doesn’t make me shiver and shake.”
Sam’s walkie-talkie crackled. He pressed a button on the side. “Angie?”
“He got Prescott. I mean...I mean he really got him.”
“Aw, shit.”
“I don’t know exactly what it is we’re hunting--I guess I have to go with ‘werewolf’ even though I don’t believe it. But he’s messing with George. Throwing body parts at him.”
“Jesus Christ. That’s horrible.”
“No, it’s not. If he’s toying with his prey instead of running away, that’s a good thing for us. At some point he’s going to go directly after George. When he does, I’ll have a clear shot with the net.”
“Perfect!”
“Contact Bateman. Let him know that Prescott is down. Wait for my signal, and then drive over here as fast as you can.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Sam set down the walkie-talkie, then took out his cell phone.
“Mind if I call George to see how he’s doing?” Lou asked.
“Yeah, I mind! As far as Ivan knows, he’s killed the only reinforcement that’s out there. Use your brain.”
Sam punched in a number on his cell phone. “Mr. Bateman? Status report. Prescott is down. Yes, sir. Deceased, sir. I’m not certain. She used the term ‘body parts.’ Yes, sir. Lou is right here, so I can confirm his status. I believe George is still alive, too. Yes, sir, I will. Thank you, sir.” Sam hung up.
“What’d he say?” Lou asked.
“Nothing of any importance to you. He did not say to speed over there and start firing like a maniac, just so you’re aware.”
“I figured.”
“You can wipe that judgmental expression right off your face, dude. I’ve already told you that you’re more than welcome to jog over there and help your friend. Won’t bother me one bit.”
Lou liked to think that if he weren’t so badly injured, that he would run over there, guns blazing. He certainly couldn’t do it in his current condition. Of course, early on, when his only physical ailment was some extra belly fat, he’d sat in the van with Michele and patiently waited for George to retrieve Ivan from inside the doomed mother’s home. Quite honestly, he was probably giving this poor kid a bunch of crap for something that Lou himself might not do.
No. George hadn’t been screaming at all when he was in the house, and certainly not in tones that indicated he was meeting a ghastly demise. This was much different. And if the little brat would drive Lou close enough to the action, there was no question that he’d get out of the van and do what he could to help.
Absolutely.
“How good is Angie with that net?” Lou asked.
“Flawless.”
“Does she get a lot of opportunities to use it?”
“Yeah, she spends every Wednesday out on the street netting pedestrians. Don’t ask stupid questions. Trust me, she’s good. And she’s good with the tranquilizer darts. If he comes out in the open, the werewolf will be caught.”
“What kind of darts is she using?”
“Like that would mean anything to you. She’s using a Pneu-dart rifle with Zoletil. It’ll take down a lion, so it’ll sure as hell take down a wolf.”
“What about a werewolf?”
“Same difference.”
“No. You haven’t seen this bastard change. It’s not like a...you know, I don’t even have a point of reference. He can change instantly. Any part of his body he wants. It’s like frickin’ CGI effects in a movie.”
“Maybe Hollywood has taken it to the next level. The 3-D craze got out of hand and he jumped out of some computer animator’s computer.”
“What I’m trying to say is that I think there’s something more going on than just some guy who can change his body like a chameleon...no, not even a chameleon, that just changes its color...what animal am I thinking of...?”
“A butterfly?”
“No...yeah, we’ll go with that. He’s like a butterfly that can change back and forth from maggot to butterfly in seconds. Less than seconds. You can’t do that shit in nature.”
“We heard all of this on the drive over. What’s your point?”
“My point is, don’t assume that just because it can take down a bear, that your dart can take down a werewolf.”
“He’ll be in a net.”
“He has sharp claws.”
“So do lions.”
“A lion doesn’t have the rational thought to cut through a net.”
“Gloomy, aren’t you?”
“When it’s appropriate.”
“Well, you’re not exactly helping plead your case that we should go after him, are you?”
“What I’m trying to say is that your partner, the one that isn’t dead already, doesn’t necessarily have things under control. And since we have a nice big van full of weapons, we should be over there helping out.”
“I think we should be right here, staying alive. Fortunately for me, I’ve got the gun.”
Lou took out his cell phone. “I’m going to check on George.”
“Whatever. You know what, I don’t even care anymore.”
George picked up on the first ring. “Lou, get over here! Now!”
“We’re on our way,” Lou assured him. The line went dead. “George? You still there?”
“He hang up on you?” asked Sam.
“They need help,” Lou said. “Let’s go.”
“Uh-uh. What did he say?”
“He said to get over here! What else does he need to say?”
“Your partner isn’t the one giving the orders.”
“Fine.” Lou slid open the side door.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going to help him.”
“No. You’re staying here. I may still need you.”
“You said I could leave!”
“Yeah, because I didn’t think you’d actually try to go out there.” Sam kept his gun pointed at Lou, but adjusted the aim a bit, as if trying to center the target between Lou’s eyes. “Close the door.”
“Just let me go.”
“Close the door.”
“You already said I was very expendable. What difference does it make?”
“If you die, it’s going to be as bait, not as a wannabe hero.”
Having a gun pointed at him was always a scary thing, despite his earlier attempt to convince Sam otherwise, but realistically, Lou knew that if Sam was unwilling to risk the ire of his boss by letting him run out and get killed by Ivan, he probably wasn’t going to just shoot him in the head. That would be more difficult to explain.
Lou jumped out of the van. After a moment of hesitation, Sam fired.
Damn. He wasn’t quite as reluctant to use the gun as Lou had expected.
Lou’s leg buckled beneath him as he stepped onto the ground but he maintained his footing and did a fast limp to the back of the van. He winced as he did so--if he’d actually had any stitches in, they definitely would have torn at that. Hopefully Sam would waste a few precious seconds trying to work up the courage to get out of the van and come after him.
He threw open the back doors and grabbed the first thing he saw. He pulled the pin out of the grenade and tossed it over the van. He’d used a couple of fragmentation grenades before, but strictly for recreational purposes out in the New Mexico desert and never in a moment of extreme urgency. He couldn’t remember how much time he had between pulling the pin and the explosion--not that it mattered, since it wasn’t as if he could leisurely stand there waiting for the optimum moment to throw.