Prophet’s comfort level dropped quicker than a phone call in the middle of a cement tunnel. “She’s warning them? What happens if the Nymar get wind of that?”
Leaning over to make his presence known, Cole said, “Then things might get a little crazy. Oh, wait. That already happened. Are we doing this tonight or what?”
“Yeah, we are. Best pick up the pace too.”
“My thoughts exactly. Who’s driving that car?”
“Gunari. We got the whole Czech crew in here. We’ve gotten pretty tight over the last day or so.”
“Hey, Drina. Haven’t seen you since Philly,” Rico said. “Keepin’ busy?”
The rear passenger window came down and the green-eyed blond woman acknowledged him with a curt upward nod.
Showing her an ugly smile, Rico asked, “Walter getting on your nerves yet?”
“It’s been a long trip,” she said before leaning back and rolling her window up.
“Check your e-mail, Cole,” Prophet said. “Stan should have sent you the rest of our files on these guys we’re after.”
“There’s more than what he already sent?”
“Sure. That shit’s confidential. We’re not just gonna spread it all over the place until we need to. You know how it goes.”
After refreshing his e-mail in-box on his phone’s Web browser, Cole found the newest arrival from S.Velasco@ LibertyBailBonds.com. “Is there anything more than where to find them?”
“There’s a whole history in there. Prior arrests. Suspected involvements in—”
“Anything that can help us tonight?” Cole cut in.
Wincing, Prophet said, “There’s the location. Only thing is, that information’s a little old. Last time one of our bondsmen checked, that address had gone through two other owners.”
If not for the hit he’d taken to his credit card and the two year service plan he’d already signed, Cole would have thrown his phone out the window.
“There’s something else we need to talk about.”
Rico’s eyes narrowed as he asked, “What might that be?”
“It’s about why we’re here in your country,” Tobar said from Cole’s side of the car.
Not only hadn’t Cole heard the other man approach, but he hadn’t seen a single shadow to announce the Amriany’s presence. Rico snapped his arm up to point the Sig Sauer across Cole’s face toward the window, proving he’d been just as surprised.
“I wouldn’t advise you sneakin’ up on me like that again, Gypsy boy,” Rico said.
Tobar’s stocky build filled a good portion of Cole’s window. He grinned to display his missing section of teeth as he replied, “It speaks a lot that it was so easy to sneak up on you. And if you speak the word Gypsy as if it was a curse again, I will shoot you both through this door.”
Cole leaned over just enough to see the .357 in Tobar’s hand. “He’s got us there,” he said while settling back into his seat.
Despite the gun in Rico’s hand, Tobar kept talking as if he was ordering lunch from a familiar menu. “Your country has been exporting Kintalaphi and we have traced them here.”
“At first we thought they had come from your prala Lancroft,” Gunari said from the driver’s seat. “But there are too many of them and they are too old for this to be the case.”
“I thought you only came here to steal from Lancroft,” Rico said. “What’s with all the jet setting?”
The rear window of the other car came down again so Drina could say, “Our stolen belongings have been scattered to every corner of this country. And you call us thieves?”
“No. I called you Gypsies.”
Tobar’s expression remained unchanged as the menacing tap of a gun barrel against the outside of the car filled Cole’s ears.
Compared to Tobar’s movements a few seconds ago, Nadya practically announced her exit from the car with a marching band. She slammed her door, stomped around the rear of the vehicle and marched straight over to the Amriany that wielded the .357. “You know better than this,” she said to Tobar. “The Americans always goad us. It’s what they do.”
Rico shrugged in a comically apologetic fashion.
“And you,” Nadya continued while bending down to glare through Cole’s window, “should have better things to do than pick a fight. We came here because you asked us, remember? We had plenty to do in Texas when your friend here convinced us to come to the mountains instead. Tell us why we should help you or we’ll drive away and continue doing our own work.”
“First of all,” Cole said, “if you guys are gonna shoot each other, could you at least wait for me to switch seats?” When Rico laid the Sig Sauer back on his lap, Cole could only assume the nod from Tobar meant the .357 had also found its home. “And second, what’s a kin-talapia?”
“Kintalaphi” Tobar said in an accent that had been lifted from every Frankenstein movie to come out of Universal Studios’ golden age. “It’s—”
“It’s their word for a multiseeded Nymar,” Rico cut in. “You know, like Tara and Hope?” Running his fingers in straight lines along both sides of his face, he looked out to the Amriany on Cole’s side of the car and asked, “Ain’t that right?”
Tobar nodded. “We have many reasons to come to your country. Many possessions to reclaim. Until now we were willing to let you squabble over our trinkets while the Nymar picked you apart. Now that the Kintalaphi are spreading, we must come to make sure it goes no further.”
“Ain’t that nice, Cole?” Rico asked. “They’re here to lend us a hand.”
“It is not our concern if all Skinners will probably be killed in the war to come. We are only here to make sure the blood does not spill too far beyond your own shores.”
Sitting up straight, Cole asked, “What war?”
“The one that has already started,” Nadya replied. “The weapons have been collected for generations by killers like Jonah Lancroft, put to use by demons like the Kintalaphi. To make matters worse we—like your common people and your police—are being manipulated by the Nymar. This must end.”
Tobar nodded solemnly. “Before long we may become as blind and ignorant as you.”
Rico wasn’t about to bite on the worm being dangled in front of him. “So you guys got anything to share?” he asked. “Sounds like you may know some things to make this easier.”
The look on Tobar’s face wasn’t giving much away.
Prophet hadn’t opened his mouth in a while and sat in the Amriany’s car as if there was a gun stuck into his ribs.
Cole could only assume the other European hunters were in the car as well, but they weren’t talking either.
Finally, Nadya said, “We have friends who watch the Nymar in your country. They are the ones who pointed us toward Texas. We were ready to close in on a group in Austin, but the Nymar all left that place to go somewhere else before our plane could land.”
“Where did they go?”
“We don’t know. Since you seem to have more current information, we came here. If this place turns out to be empty or a trap, then we’ll know who had something to do with it.”
When Cole met Prophet’s eye, he got the distinct impression that the bounty hunter wasn’t as willing a passenger as he might have been letting on. Either that or Walter was going along with the Amriany without tipping off the Skinners for some other reason. Neither of those possibilities sat very well with him.
“Who are these friends of yours?” Rico asked. Upon seeing the glares coming from every Amriany in sight, he added, “For all you know, they could be the ones that are misinformed. Hell, they could be the ones tipping off the bloodsuckers.”
“They are friends,” Tobar said. “We trust them much more than we can trust you.”
“Look here, asshole. You can call them whatever you want. Hell, you can call me your papa, but that don’t mean I screwed your—”
“He gets it,” Cole said before Rico sparked something that would involve way too much gunfire crossing in front of him. “We’re not doing ourselves any favors by having a convention out here in the street where we can be spotted by any Nymar out for a smoke break. They do take smoke breaks, right?”