“What happened there, partner?” Aahz called. “How did you know that thing was going to yawn?”
“Call it a lucky guess,” I grunted, still concentrating on keeping us from crashing. “I’ll explain later.”
“Check the landing zone,” Guido warned.
I sneaked a peak.
We had been at our task longer than I thought. The sidewalk below was crowded with vampires strolling here and there as Blut’s legendary nightlife fired up.
“I don’t think we can bluff our way through this one,” Aahz said calmly. “Any chance you can steer us around the corner into the alley? There doesn’t seem to be as much of a crowd there.”
Before I could answer, something flashed past us from above with a flutter of leather wings.
“JAILBREAK!” it screamed, banking around the corner. “Murderer on the loose! JAILBREAK!”
Chapter Thirteen:
“I’ve never seen so damn many Indians.”
-G. A. CUSTER
THE words of alarm had an interesting effect on the crowd below. After a brief glance to see us descending into their midst, to a man they turned and ran. In a twinkling, the street was empty.
“What’s going on?” I called to Aahz, unable to believe our good fortune.
“Beats me!” my partner shouted back. “I guess none of the normal citizenry want to tangle with an escaped murderer. Better get us down fast before they figure out how badly outnumbered we are.”
I didn’t have to be told twice. Our escape had just gotten an unexpected blessing, but I wasn’t about to make book on how long it would last. I cut my magical support, and we dropped swiftly toward the pavement.