“That’s what I keep hearin’.”
“There is a large chest in one of the storage rooms. It’s been warded heavily, but I was still able to take a peek inside, and—” Day meowed triumphantly. “—there was a giant bronze head!”
“Best kitty girl in the whole world! Yes, you are!” Seymour hugged her tight. “Well,fuck, that takes care of one big ass problem. You see any of themmostriguys hangin’ ’round?”
“No, I’m sorry.” Day’s ears dipped. “I did not see anyone. Anyone at all! It was oddly empty.”
“For now.” Sariel was already on his feet. “That could very well change. We should move quickly before we lose such an opportunity.”
“Fuck. Okay.” Seymour eased Day over his shoulder. “We go in, grab the head, and bounce?”
“Yes. We may not even need to. If the twins are watching us as I suspect they are, they will simply take you.”
“Huh? Like kidnap me? Why the fuck are you sayin’ that like it’s a good thing?”
“Hey, guys?” Day mewed quietly. “I?—”
“Because it is preferable to dealing with Mr. Heiss,” Sariel said, not having heard her.
“One sec, Day.” Seymour patted her back as he said firmly, “Look, while that may be and he’s a giant douche mold, fuck bein’ kidnapped, okay? Besides, I wanna have a real long chat with your boss man ’bout?—”
“Hey,guys!” Day growled, grabbing both their heads to turn them toward the entrance.
“Wha…?” Seymour stared. “Is that…?”
A group of men in suits had walked in, and the one at the front was very familiar—familiar, as in, this person had threatened him, wrecked part of his truck, and Seymour already knew what he looked like naked.
It was Lou.
CHAPTER
NINE
Wait, wait.” Seymour tried to think. “Lou is supposed to be at Clancy’s apartment. What the fuck are the chances he already finished that shit?”
“Unlikely.” Sariel grabbed Seymour’s arm. “We need to move. Now.”
“Hey, hold on!” Seymour grunted as Sariel pulled him away from the bar. “Who is that then? Like a pod person? Pod Lou?”
“It could be the man who killed Clancy!” Day seethed, her claws pricking Seymour’s shirt. “We should go kill him back!”
“While I agree that avenging Seymour’s father’s death is important, freeing Seymour from the demands of the family must remain our priority.” Sariel pulled Seymour through a doorway markedSTAFF ONLY, ignoring the annoyed glare of a big bouncer shaped like a bull. “That means retrieving the head.”
“Okay, but hey!” Seymour protested as they stepped into a long, twisting hallway. “Don’t you think the twins would also appreciate us grabbin’ the guys who stole the head in the first place?”
“No.”
“Why not?” Day pouted.
“They did not ask us to.” Sariel briskly pulled Seymour around the corner and then another. He seemed to know where he was going and was intent on getting there in the next two seconds.
Seymour groaned loudly and dug in his heels, trying to slow Sariel down. “Can we talk about this, please? We already know where the head is and it’s not going anywhere?—”
“You do not know that,” Sariel argued, though he did pause at the next corner.
“No, I don’t. You’re right.” Seymour grabbed Sariel’s shoulder. “But I do know we got a chance to maybe get some answers if we can grab that Pod Lou. Maybe we get him away from his fake ass entourage, create some sort of distraction, and then we?—”
“Down!” Sariel screamed, flinging Seymour into the next section of the hallway as something exploded over their heads.
