Crescendo

by Becca Fitzpatrick

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  “It was so hard to be around you,” Scott said, his voice brittle.

  “I wanted to make you hate me. God knows I hated myself.

  Every time I saw you, all I could think about was that I chickened out. I could have saved your dad’s life. I’m sorry,” he said, his voice cracking.

  “It’s okay. ” I said it as much for myself as Scott. “Everything’s going to be okay. ” But it felt like the worst lie yet.

  Scott picked up the gun, fingering it. Before the whole moment made sense to me, I saw him raise it to his head. “I don’t deserve to live,” he said.

  A veil of ice choked my heart. “Scott—,” I began.

  “Your family deserves this. I can’t face you anymore. I can’t face myself. ” His finger slid to the trigger.

  There was no time to think. “You didn’t kill my dad,” I said.

  “Rixon did—Vee’s boyfriend. He’s a fall en angel. It’s real, all of it. You’re Nephilim, Scott. You can’t kill yourself. Not this way.

  You’re immortal. You’re never going to die. If you want to make amends for any guilt you feel over my dad’s death, help me get out of here. Rixon is on the other side of that door, and he’s going to kill me. The only way I’m going to survive is if you help me. ”

  Scott stared back wordlessly. Before he could answer, the service room door scraped open. Rixon appeared in the opening. He raked his hair off his forehead and cast his eyes around the small utility room. On an impulse of self-protection, I drew closer to Scott.

  Rixon’s gaze shifted from me to Scott.

  “You’re going to have to go through me before you get to her,” Scott said, laying his left arm across me and shifting his weight to shield my body. He was breathing rapidly.

  “No problem. ” Rixon raised his gun and fired several rounds into Scott. Scott slumped, his body lax against mine.

  Tears streamed down my face. “Stop,” I whispered.

  “Don’t cry, love. He’s not dead. Make no mistake—he’ll be in tremendous pain when he comes around, but that’s the price you pay for a body. Get up and come here. ”

  “Screw you. ” I didn’t know where my courage was coming from, but if I was going to die, it wouldn’t be without a fight. “You killed my dad. I’m not doing anything for you. If you want me, come and get me yourself. ”

  Rixon brushed his thumb across his mouth. “I don’t see why you’re so worked up about it. Technically, Harrison wasn’t your dad. ”

  “You killed my dad,” I repeated, meeting Rixon’s eyes, feeling anger so sharp and slicing, it seemed to eat its way out of me.

  “Harrison Grey killed himself. He should have stayed out of the picture. ”

  “He was trying to save another man’s life!”

  “A man?” Rixon snorted, rolling his wet sleeves up to his elbows. “I’d hardly call Hank Mill ar a man. He’s Nephilim. An animal, more like it. ”

  I laughed, actually laughed, but it seemed to swell like a bubble in my throat, choking me. “You know what? I almost feel sorry for you. ”

  “Funny, I was just about to say the same thing to you. ”

  “You’re going to kill me now, aren’t you?” I expected the realization to draw another measure of fear from deep inside me, but all my fear was spent. I felt a certain frozen calm. Time didn’t slow down, and it didn’t speed up. It looked me right in the eye, as cold and unemotional as the gun Rixon was now pointing at me.

  “No, not kill. I’m going to sacrifice you. ” His mouth curled up on one side. “Makes a world of difference. ” I tried to run, but the searing fire exploded, and my body was thrown back against the wall. The pain was everywhere, and I opened my mouth to scream, but it was too late. An invisible blanket suffocated me beneath its folds. I watched Rixon’s smiling face swim in and out of focus while I clawed uselessly at the blanket. My lungs expanded, threatening to burst, and just when I thought I couldn’t stand it any longer, my chest went soft.

  Over Rixon’s shoulder, I saw Patch move into the doorway.

  I tried to call out to him, but the desperate need to draw air dissolved.

  It was over.

  CHAPTER 25

  "NORA?”

  I tried to open my eyes, but while my brain relayed the message, my body wasn’t listening. A slur of voices drifted in and out. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew the night was warm, but I felt bathed in cold sweat. And something else.

  Blood.

  My blood.

  “You’re okay,” Detective Basso said as I cried out, my voice sounding strangled. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.

  Stay with me, Nora. Everything is going to be fine. ” I tried to nod, but still felt as if I existed somewhere outside my body.

  “Paramedics are taking you to the ER. They’ve got you on a gurney. We’re on our way out of Delphic right now. ” A few hot tears tumbled down my cheeks, and I blinked my eyes open. “Rixon. ” My tongue felt slippery, the words stumbling out. “Where’s Rixon?”

  Detective Basso’s mouth pinched at the edges. “Shh. Don’t talk. You took the bullet in the arm. Flesh wound. You got lucky.

  Everything’s going to be fine. ”

  “Scott?” I said, just now remembering. I tried to raise myself up, but found I was strapped down. “Did you get Scott out?”

  “Scott was with you?”

  “Behind the electrical box. He’s hurt. Rixon shot him, too. ” Detective Basso yelled at one of the uniformed officers standing off to the side of the ambulance, and he jumped to life, striding over. “Yes, sir, Detective?”

  “She says Scott Parnel was in the mechanical room. ” The officer shook his head. “We searched the room. Nobody else was in there. ”

  “Well, search it again!” Detective Basso shouted, flinging his arm at Delphic’s gates. He turned to me. “Who the hell is Rixon?”

  Rixon. If the police had found no one else in the mechanical room, it meant he’d escaped. He was out there somewhere, probably watching from a distance, waiting for his second chance at me. I grappled for Detective Basso’s hand, clutching it. “Don’t leave me alone. ”

  “Nobody’s leaving you alone. What can you tell me about Rixon?”

  The gurney bounced across the parking lot, and the paramedics hoisted me into the back of the ambulance.

  Detective Basso pulled himself up, taking a seat beside me. I barely noticed; my attention had run off in another direction. I had to talk to Patch. I had to tell him about Rixon—

  “What does he look like?”

  The sound of Detective Basso’s voice yanked me back. “He was there. Last night. He tied Scott in the back of his truck. ”

  “That guy shot you?” Detective Basso spoke into his radio.

  “Suspect’s name is Rixon. Tall and skinny, black hair. Hawk nose. Age twenty, give or take. ”

  “How did you find me?” My memory was slowly sewing itself back together, and I remembered seeing Patch step into the doorway to the mechanical room. It was only for a split second, but he was there. I was sure of it. Where was he now? Where was Rixon?

  “Anonymous tip. The caller told me I’d find you in the service room at the bottom of the Tunnel of Doom. It seemed like a long shot, but I couldn’t ignore it. He also said he’d take care of the guy who shot you. I thought he was referring to Scott, but you tell me Rixon is responsible. Want to tell me what’s going on?

  Starting with the name of this guy who’s got your back, and where I can find him?”

  Hours later, Detective Basso slowed against the curb in front of the farmhouse. It was edging up toward two in the morning, and the windows reflected the starless sky. I’d been released from the ER, cleaned and bandaged. While the hospital staff had spoken with my mom over the phone, I hadn’t. I knew I was going to have to talk to her sooner or later, but the hustle and bustle of the hospital hadn’t seemed like the right place, and I’d shaken my head no at the nurse when she’d held out
the phone to me.

  I’d also given my statement to the police. I was pretty sure Detective Basso thought I’d hallucinated seeing Scott in the mechanical room. I was pretty sure he thought I was withholding information on Rixon, too. He was right about the latter, but even if I told Detective Basso everything, he wasn’t going to find Rixon. Patch clearly had, however—or at least had made it known that was his plan. But I knew nothing beyond that. I’d carried my heart in my throat since leaving Delphic, wondering where Patch was, and what had happened after I blacked out.

  We swung out of the car, and Detective Basso walked me to the door.

  “Thanks again,” I told him. “For everything. ”

  “Call if you need me. ”

  Inside, I flicked on the lights. In the bathroom, I peeled out of my clothes, my progress hampered by the fact that the upper half of my left arm was swathed in bandages. The tang of fear and panic was fresh on my clothes, and I left them in a heap on the floor. After wrapping my bandages in plastic, I climbed into the steam of the shower.

  As the hot water drummed down on me, scenes from earlier tonight replayed in bursts across my mind. I pretended the water could wash away all of it, carrying everything I’d been through down the drain. It was over. All of it. But there was one thing I couldn’t wash away. The Black Hand.

  If Patch wasn’t the Black Hand, who was? And how did Rixon, a fall en angel, know so much about him?

  Twenty minutes later, I toweled off and checked the home phone for messages. One call from Enzo’s, seeing if I could take a shift tonight. An irate call from Vee demanding to know where I was. The police had kicked her out of the parking lot where I was. The police had kicked her out of the parking lot and closed down the amusement park—but not before telling her they could personally assure her that I was safe, and would she please drive home and stay there? She ended the call by shouting, “If I missed out on some really big action, I’m going to be royally pissed off!”

  The third message was from an unknown caller, but I recognized Scott’s voice the minute he started talking. “If you tell the police about this message, I’ll be long gone before they track me down. Just wanted to say sorry one more time. ” He paused, and I heard a smile inch into his voice. “Since I know you’re worried sick about me, I thought I’d let you know I’m healing, and I’ll be good as new in no time. Thanks for the tip regarding my, uh, health. ”

  A tiny smile broke inside me, and the weight of the unknown lifted. Scott was okay after all.

  “It was nice knowing you, Nora Grey. Who knows. Maybe this isn’t the last you’ll hear of me. Maybe we’ll cross paths in the future. ” Another pause. “One more thing. I sold the Mustang. Too conspicuous. Don’t get too excited, but I bought you a little something with the extra cash. I heard you’ve had your eye on a Volkswagen. The owner is dropping it by tomorrow. I paid for a full tank of gas, so make sure she delivers. ” The message ended, but I was still staring at the phone. The Volkswagen? For me? I was dazed with delight and baffled surprise. A car. Scott had bought me a car. In an attempt to return the favor, I deleted the message, erasing all evidence he’d ever called. If the police found Scott, it wouldn’t be because of me. Somehow, I didn’t think they’d find him anyway.