Hah! he said, trotting over to me. Good. I thought we might have lost that in the river. He reached down and picked up the piece of the river devil.
I feel like Im lost in an anime movie, I said, as Coyote picked the thing up. One of the tentacle-monster ones. Most of them were X-rated and ended up with a lot of dead people.
Coyote rubbed the thing he held with his fingers, then pulled my shirt up with one hand, ignoring Adams growl and my Hey.
Sure enough, there was a swirl of damaged flesh all the way around my waist twice. Id been afraid to look because these wounds seriously hurt. They looked like acid burns, I decided.
Mmm, he said, dropping my cold, wet shirt back down over the burnswhich didnt help, even though the cold should have worked as an anesthetic.
He took the tentacle in both hands and held it up, comparing it to meand I saw what he had noticed. The chunk he held was about two feet long and it had wrapped twice around my waist.
Must be elastic. He started with two fists together and pulled it until he had both arms outstretched. Yes. Stretchy, all right. What else do we need to know?
He pulled a knife out of the pocket of his jeansa smaller, less-threatening knife than the ones hed pulled on the monster. Werewolf teeth evidently are sharp enough to make an impression, he murmured. But steel? The blade bounced off the rubbery, gummy thing.
Here, he said. You hold this end on the ground here. And he grabbed my hand and had me kneel and hold one end of the tentacle while he stretched it out. With tension and the solid earth beneath it, he managed to stick the end of the knife through the flesh.
Okay. Steel isnt a good weapon, he said. Good to know.
The small knife went away to be replaced by one of the larger jaggedy knives. Like Gordons, the knife was obsidian. It wasnt as big as Id first thought, but it wasnt small, either. It sliced into the tough skin just fine.
Ah, he said. Inconvenient because these things are a pain, and they break. But at least they still work.
He looked at me.How are your hands?
I looked down at them.Cold. Wet. Fine?
He grunted and stood up, tucking the piece of tentacle into his belt.As I thought. Whatever makes that burn stopped as soon as Adam bit through itotherwise, hed be feeling it by now. Means its magic rather than poison or acid or something. Good for you and Adam, bad for us, Im afraid.
Why? Adam let me use him to lever myself to my feet. His ears were pinned back, and hed kept his eyes on Coyote in a way that made me a little nervous.
Because I can do this. Coyote pulled my shirt up and set one hand against my bare stomach.
Icy chill spread from his handsand the burns disappeared, leaving only my pawprint tattoo. He bent down to take a good look at my midriff and grinned at me. Coyote. Cool tattoo.
Its a wolf pawprint, I said coolly, jerking my shirt down over it.
Still mad about the unexpected swim, huh? he said, whining a little, a noise that would have been more at home coming from a canine throat. All in the name of information.
So why is the magic component bad for us? I asked.
He looked at me like I was an idiot.Because we have a sixty-four- to ninety-six-foot monster to killand it usesmagic.
I had a thought.Can you fix Hank like this?
He shook his head.No. Hes not one of mine. But I know someone who can. Were going to need help here, kids.
He pursed his lips and tapped his toes impatiently.I know. We need Jim Alvin and his sidekick, that Calvin kid, to meet us at the Stonehenge at midnight tomorrow. Tell him to bring Hank. Ill tell him what he needs to do, but hes not going to believe in me. Sad that a medicine man will believe in werewolves, ghosts, and vampires and wontbelieve in Coyote, but thats what it is these days.
I dont have his number.
Wheres your cell phone?
In the trailer.
He grabbed my hand and pulled a felt-tipped pen out of an empty pocket and wrote a phone number on my hand.Here. Call him in the morning. If you dont, hell think Im just a dream.
He patted me on the head, ignoring Adams low growl. Go in and get warmed up. He wiggled his eyebrows at Adam. I bet you know how to warm her up, eh?
Adam had very nice big white teeth, and he showed most of them to Coyote.
Coyote veiled his eyes and showed his teeth in return.Go ahead. Just try it. Youre out of your league.
I touched Adams nose and frowned at Coyote. You stop baiting himor Ill call my mom.
Coyote froze, his face blank, and I almost felt badexcept that hed been threatening Adam. After a moment, he inhaled.
Ill see you at Stonehenge, he said, and walked off without a look back.
We were most of the way to the trailer when I saw what Adam had done.
Wow, I said.
A rocket bursting out of the window wouldnt have done more damage. The window and its frame were toast, and a little of the outside skin had been bent up.
At least all the glass was on the outside.Be careful you dont step on the shrapnel, I told him, taking the long way around the trailer to keep him away from it. My tennis shoes might be wet, but they were proof against a few shards of glass.
In the trailer, I stripped out of my wet clothes and put them in the sack with the bloody clothes from earlier.
Im going to need clothes, I said, sorting through my suitcase. When I looked over, Adam had started to shift back to human, so I grabbed clean underwear and a T-shirt and gave him some room.
After I dressed, I found a towel big enough to cover the broken window frame and taped it up using some of the first-aid tape from the kits because I couldnt find any duct tape. I keep a couple of rolls of duct tape in all of my cars. The first-aid tape wasnt the wussy kind, though. This was the stuff that needed WD-40 to get off skin once it was taped down. I hoped the repair people would be able to get it off without damaging the trailer further.
If this kept up, I thought, noticing where a spot of blood had dropped on the carpetit could have come from any number of things in the past forty-eight hourswe might just be buying a trailer soon. While I was staring at the stain, Adam spoke.
You could have died. His voice was rough from the change.
So could you have when Hank shot you, I said, trying not to sound defensive when he hadnt yelled at me. Yet. Adam wasnt the only one who had to learn not to get mad about something that hadnt happened.
He wasnt completely human yet. He knelt on the carpeted floor on the far side of the trailer, his head bowed as he waited for the last of the change.
Even when he was finished, he stayed there, his back to me.I cannot … he began, then tried again. When I heard you scream, I thought Id be too late.
You came, I told him in a low voice. You came, and I am fine. When you were shot, I would have killed the man who took your life and not cared. Not even knowing it was not his fault would have made me feel bad about it. I took a deep breath. And when I knew youd be okay, I wanted to yell at you for not moving faster, for not being invincible.
What inhell were you doing in that river? He still wasnt looking at me, and his voice had dropped even further.
Trying to get out of it as fast as I could, I assured him fervently. I could feel his emotion, a huge tangle I couldnt decipher except to sense the atavistic power of it. Adam, I cant promise not to get into trouble. I managed it for most of my life, but these last couple of years have more than made up for it. Trouble seems to follow me around, waiting to club me with a tire iron. But Im not stupid.
He nodded.Okay. Okay. I can deal with not stupid. But he still didnt turn around. And then he added in a quiet voice, Or I hope so.