SANDMAN SLIM

"Because you wouldn't stay put. Because you were in Hell, which is the only place that damned key you're carrying around is safe. But Mason got you back here by killing your girlfriend, the one thing he knew you couldn't let go of."

"Would you have let him get away with that?"

"It's not me or my girl we're talking about. You bringing that key to Earth is like opening a tiny crack in the universe. The ritual tonight is going to kick that crack wide open. That's why he killed your girl now. He needed you to get the key to Earth before New Year's."

"So, let's go up and hurt some bad guys."

This time, he puts his hand on my shoulder and turns me to look round the room.

"Wait. There's more, sunshine. Do you see Aelita? No, you don't. You know why? Because some hothead fucked her up and left her in an alley where the Kissi could find her, and they carried her on up the hill. That's right. Aelita's in Avila right now and they're going to kill her in a few hours. So, pardon me if I don't get all choked up about you and yours. I've got my own people to worry about."

I nod, a little numb. I have absolutely no reason to feel bad about what happens to someone who's tried to kill me twice. But I don't like the idea of throwing anyone, even a crazy, homicidal angel, to Mason. Besides, anything Mason wants, I don't want him to have.

"Okay, Tex. You wanted me, you got me. And before you call me an asshole and tell me to get out, listen: I can give you something that no one else in the world can."

"What?"

"I can walk you and your troops straight inside Avila. Past security and alarms, magicians, and whatever goblins or devil dogs they've hired as lookouts."

Wells looks at me. I can practically see the hamster wheel turning in his head. He so wants to tell me to get out, but he's read my file and knows that I've gotten to some of the best-protected Hellions Downtown. It's fun watching a cop squirm.

"You'll use the key? How? I need to know that my people will be safe."

"I'll walk them straight in. If there's a shadow anywhere, I can get in through it."

"Show me."

"I'm not going to do magic tricks for you. Do you want my help or not?"

He stares at me. Chews the inside of his cheek. He wants a cigarette. He's a secret smoker. I can smell it in his sweat.

"Know what, Tex? I don't need you giving me the pig eye. You need me a lot more than I need you. I can wait until you and the cavalry charge in through the front door and get blown to rags. I'll stroll in after and use your corpses for shields. Have fun getting slaughtered."

"Okay," he says. "This one time."

"One more thing. We have different agendas. I'll get you in, and if I can, I'll step up and help you save the world and all that Boy Scout crap, but not until I get my friends out of harm's way. Deal?"

"The world could end tonight and you're determined to go out a selfish bastard."

"Being up close to you godly types just brings it out in me."

"We have a deal."

I can tell that it's killing him to say it. This is better than ice cream and cake for dinner.

Wells says, "But when this is over, you have to have a face-to-face with Aelita over what you did."

"I'll be there. When do we leave?"

Wells checks his watch. Looks up at a big digital countdown clock on the wall. Preparations are picking up in pace. The animals are getting worked up. Attack dogs doing lines of crystal meth, hoping that if they do enough, their teeth will turn to razor blades.

"We figure the last important guests will be there by ten, so we'll go in a little after."

"I'll be back before then."

I start out the way we came in, but I get stopped by a beautiful sight. A heavy metal clothes rack on wheels with a row of brand-new, state-of-the-art body-armor vests. At least fifty of them. I take one off the rack and hold it up.

I yell back at Wells, "I'm taking this."

"Fine. Go." Then, "Wait. One thing."

"What?"

"Stop calling me Tex. I'm from Sparks, Nevada."

"You know the only thing worse than a Texan?"

"What?"

"A pretend Texan."

"Be back before ten or we go without you."

THE KISSI ARE still nowhere to be seen. Something is definitely up. I look out the Jag's window at a couple waiting at a red light, not talking to each other, glaring off in different directions about a stupid fight they just had. A couple of kids in front of a newsstand are picking on another kid. Teen gangsters in training hang on a corner by a liquor store passing a joint around. I want to lean out the window and tell them that world is about to end and they should get their shit together, but why bother?

Does anyone really know what goes on in the world? I used to think these people were a joke because they only believed in their concrete reality and never dreamed of looking below the surface of the world. Most of them, even if they ran face-first into a bunch of Sub Rosa necromancing John the Baptist, Billie Holiday, and Wild Bill back from the dead, they'd never believe or understand it.