Over the years, I'd imbued the hammer with my own elemental talent for metal, so that whenever I was working in the forge, the hammer was an extension of my arm, my magic, my will. All of that flowed from me, through the hammer, and into whatever piece of metal I was working with, until the sheets of iron, copper, and silverstone took on the exact shape that I wanted them to.
Phillip eyed the hammer. "I thought you just wanted to talk to these guys, tell them to back off."
"We can try that," I said. "But I doubt it will work. They'll want their money too badly to walk away from this chance to kill Gin. Does that bother you?"
He grinned. "Not at all. In fact, that's exactly the sort of party that I like. Although I hate to go empty-handed. What other junk have you got in your trunk?" Phillip snickered, then leaned down and peered into the mess. "Hey, what's in here?"
"Nothing - "
Before I could stop him, he reached down and popped open the lid on a silverstone case that lay on the right side of the trunk. Five knives were nestled in black foam inside the case. They glinted dully in the flashing neon still streaming out from the club's sign.
"Knives?" Phillip's eyes narrowed. "Do I even have to guess who these are for?"
He plucked one of the knives out of the foam and held it up to the light. He turned it around and saw the symbol stamped into the hilt. A small circle surrounded by eight thin rays. A spider rune - Gin's rune - the symbol for patience.
"You made her some more knives?" Phillip scoffed. "Really? The five you made her for Christmas weren't enough?"
"Have you met Gin?"
He shrugged, conceding my point. "Still, Owen, knives? Again? Really? Were you not listening before when I mentioned flowers, candy, and jewelry?"
"Gin isn't exactly a flowers-candy-and-jewelry sort of woman," I said. "And I didn't make the knives for her."
Phillip snorted. "Right. Because someone else wants a set of knives with her rune stamped into the hilts. If these knives are part of some half-assed plan you have to get back into Gin's good graces, then I gotta say, it's a little lame."
I ground my teeth. That was exactly what I'd been thinking about doing with the knives, giving them to Gin as an apology for everything that I'd done. I knew that it wouldn't make up for everything - not for anything, really - but it was all I could think of.
In fact, every time I was in my forge these days, all I thought about was what I could make for Gin. What weapons she might need. What sort of sculpture she might like. What single thing I could make to get her to forgive me.
So far, I'd made five sets of knives, three sculptures shaped like various flower bouquets, and a complete set of silverware for the Pork Pit. None of which was good enough for her, not by a long shot. But still, I kept forging things, hoping that some sort of inspiration would strike and I'd finally know what to make, what to do to escape my past mistakes, and move forward.
Phillip started slashing the knife through the air, as though he was thinking about keeping it for himself.
"Give me that," I growled.
I grabbed the knife, put it back into the case, and closed the top.
"Did I ever tell you that you're no fun?" Phillip pouted.
"Frequently." I dug through the trunk until I came up with another, slightly smaller hammer. "Here. Use this. If you still remember how."
He twirled the hammer in his hands, with the same sort of familiar ease that I had. "Oh, I remember. I could never forget all the blisters, burns, and sore muscles I got from Cooper's forge."
Back when we were younger and living on the streets, Cooper had taken us both in, along with Eva. Phillip had spent almost as many hours working in Cooper's forge as I had, even though he'd been a scrawny kid back then. But now he was even stronger than I was. He'd have no problems using that hammer to pound his way through whoever got in his way.
"Now what?" he asked.
"Now we find Gin's car. If they tracked her here, then they probably know what her car looks like and where she parked it. Since Stuart struck out in the club, they'll probably try to take her out in the parking lot."
"So that's why you asked Xavier to throw them out of the club," Phillip murmured. "And here I thought you were just another ugly face."
"Come on," I said, slamming the lid down on the trunk. "Before I show you just how ugly I can be."
We walked through the rows of cars, looking for Gin's vehicle, but I didn't see it. Then again, there were so many cars crammed into the lot that I could have searched for an hour and not come across it.
"Maybe they came in Bria's car," Phillip said when we reached the end of another row. "Or one of Finnegan Lane's. I hear that he has quite the collection of vehicles."
"He does," I replied in an absent voice, growing more and more frustrated.
Phillip poked me in the shoulder. "Hey, is that your guy?"
Sure enough, Stuart stepped out of the club. Rather, he was hustled out by Xavier, who had one of Stuart's arms pinned behind his back.
"C'mon, man," Stuart whined. "I was just having a little fun."
"Well, go have your fun somewhere else. Remember what I told you, Stuart," Xavier growled, his voice carrying all the way over to us. "You're banned from the club for a month. And a month means a whole month, not a lousy couple of days. Now, get lost before I give you the beating that you so richly deserve."
Xavier gave him a sharp push, and Stuart stumbled forward five feet before catching his balance. He clenched his hands into fists and whirled around as though he was thinking about charging Xavier. But Xavier crossed his arms over his broad chest and stared the other giant down, daring Stuart to come at him. Stuart must have thought better of things, because he brushed a bit of imaginary dirt off one of the sleeves of his blue T-shirt.
"Whatever. I don't need this stupid club anyway," Stuart said. "Chicks love me. Love me, I tell you!"
A few snickers sounded from the folks standing in line. Stuart turned his angry gaze to them, and suddenly, everyone was very interested in their phones, cigarettes, and conversations once more.
Stuart started muttering to himself, but he headed toward the parking lot, moving parallel to where Phillip and I were standing.
Phillip started to follow him, but I grabbed his arm.
"Wait," I said. "There's another guy with him."
Sure enough, a minute later, Richie ambled out of the club, his hands stuck in the front pockets of his khakis like he was just out for an innocent stroll. The dwarf must have somehow sneaked past Xavier inside, or maybe he'd realized that Stuart was about to get tossed out. Either way, it didn't matter, because he was outside now - where I could deal with him.
Richie looked left and right. He spotted Stuart marching through the parking lot and headed in that direction, still keeping his slow, steady pace, as if he wasn't on his way to murder a woman.
Phillip let out a low whistle. "That's who's after Gin? No wonder you were worried."
"Why? Do you know him?"
He nodded. "Oh, yeah. That's Richie Richardson. He's a nasty bit of work. Basically, a pair of fists for hire. Strong, even for a dwarf, and he doesn't mind getting his hands dirty. He rather enjoys it, actually."
I thought of how chillingly empty Richie's eyes had been when he'd been talking about killing Gin. "Yeah, I can see that. Does he have any elemental magic?"
Phillip shook his head. "None that I know of, but that doesn't mean much."
No, it didn't. Some elementals almost constantly gave off waves of power that other elementals around them could sense - gusts of Air, hot, invisible sparks of Fire, and the like. But there were others, like Gin, whose power was completely self-contained, and you didn't realize that they had Ice or Stone magic until they frosted or buried you with it.
I tightened my grip on my hammer. "Come on," I said. "Let's see where they're headed."
Richie trailed after Stuart, and Phillip and I followed both of them. Stuart walked all the way to the end of the parking lot and kept going, heading down one of the streets that ran past the nightclub. Finally, he stopped in front of an Aston Martin with the license plate FINNSTOY. So Gin and Bria had driven here in one of Finn's vehicles after all.
I should have known that Gin would park way out here instead of in a closer lot. That way, if someone did jump her, there was less chance of anyone hearing them scream when she took them out with her knives or some innocent bystander becoming collateral damage in the heat of the fight. Not to mention that the trees lining the street cast dark shadows and that there were a couple of Dumpsters in a nearby alley that would be the perfect place to hide a body or two.
Gin might be an assassin, but she had her own set of rules, ones that I admired. She was the most dangerous person I'd ever known, but she was also one of the most honest, decent, and fair. She didn't go out of her way to hurt people - not unless they hurt her first.
Stuart finally stopped in front of Finn's car and started pacing back and forth. Richie ambled over to him. Phillip and I crouched down behind another car a little farther up the street so they wouldn't spot us.
Stuart realized that Richie had finally caught up to him. He turned to face the dwarf and threw his hands up into the air. "What the hell was that? Why didn't you help me with that stupid bouncer? We could have taken him out together."
Richie leaned back against the hood of Finn's car. "And drawn even more attention to ourselves? I don't think so, you idiot. I can't believe that you didn't tell me that you weren't supposed to even be in the club to begin with. You almost ruined everything. You're lucky that Blanco is so dangerous, or I'd kill you where you stand for jeopardizing my payday like this."
The dwarf's voice was calm, but Stuart heard the promise of violence in Richie's words as well as I did.
The giant held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Hey, hey, hey. Let's not talk crazy, now. You need me, remember? That's why you called and asked me to come back from Cypress Mountain for this gig."
Richie gave him a flat look. "I seriously doubt that, but since you're here, I might as well use you."
Stuart tried to smile at the other man, but he couldn't quite pull it off. "Yep. 'Cause that's what I'm here for, to help you kill the Spider so we can both get paid. Now, how do you want to do this?"
"We stick to the plan," Richie said. "You confront her and get her attention. Then I'll come up on her blind side and finish her off."
Stuart nodded and started swinging his arms back and forth in preparation, his movements so exaggerated that he looked like he was auditioning for some cheesy workout video. All he needed was a sweaty headband to match his T-shirt.
Richie shook his head, pushed away from the car, and disappeared behind one of the Dumpsters in the alley.
"That idiot," Phillip murmured, staring at the giant. "Gin will have her knife stuck in his gut before he realizes what's happening."
"Yeah, which will leave Richie free to attack her while she's distracted. He might just succeed too. If Gin kills Stuart, and Richie kills Gin, well, then he doesn't have to share his payment, now, does he?"
Phillip grinned. "You gotta admit that it's not a bad plan."
"No, but we're going to stop it all the same."
His grin widened. "What did you have in mind?"
"I say we use their own plan against them. You go over and talk to Stuart. When Richie comes out to send you on your way, we'll take them both out. It'll be just like when we were kids, taking on someone bigger and stronger than us."
He sighed. "But why do I have to be the bait? I was always the bait."
"Because you're so very good at it," I said, grinning.
Phillip grumbled a little, but he got to his feet. He held his hammer down and behind his right leg, mostly out of sight, and walked toward Stuart.
The giant was peering at his reflection in the car's side mirror instead of keeping an eye out for Gin. Apparently, Xavier had mussed up his hair when he'd thrown him out of the club, because Stuart was carefully combing his locks back into place once more. But he put the comb away and jerked up to his full height at the sight of Phillip coming toward him.
Stuart eyed Phillip with suspicion - and jealousy. Phillip was another pretty boy, only with the mettle to back up his easy swagger. Phillip stopped in front of the giant, still holding the hammer down by his side. Stuart was too busy eyeing Phillip's perfect golden ponytail to notice the weapon.
"You want something?" the giant finally growled.
"You need to take a hike," Phillip said. "I know what you're here for, and I'm telling you to forget it. I'm the only person killing Gin Blanco tonight."
Stuart blinked. His blue eyes flicked to where Richie was still hiding behind the Dumpster. He waited a moment, but the dwarf didn't appear, so Stuart let out a weak laugh and opened his mouth.
"Don't bother denying it." Phillip cut in, and jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Am-scray, pal. Before I hurt you a lot worse than that bouncer did."
Anger sparked in Stuart's gaze, and he looked at Phillip, taking in his muscled chest and solid body. After a moment, he snorted. "You? Take me out? I don't think so, pal. I'm a giant, in case you haven't noticed. And you're not."
Phillip grinned. "Actually, I don't know what I am. Giant, dwarf, human, maybe a mix of all three. But that won't stop me from kicking your ass. This is your last chance to walk away. I suggest that you take it."