that the guards stayed put. We had to walk along the top of one wall and drop over the side of a second to get out of the place. The whole time we were going, I was praying, Please. Lord, dont let them find us sneaking out of there with a Peruvian. Theyll think were Shining Path guerillas and never believe we didnt plant a bomb or something. "
What was weird about the Counts weapon was that, as polished and well-balanced as it was, its surface felt uneven and rough. Like maybe it hadnt been built-and even here, in this insane new world he inhabited, it struck Spyder as an odd idea-but as if it had been grown, like a flower.
"Is that it?" asked Shrike.
"I didnt get to the good part. The guards came outside with their stinky cheese and we had to shoot our way out. "
"You did not. "
"No, we didnt. We drove back top the hotel, ran upstairs and hid, waiting for the gendarme to come and take us to jail on Christmas day. But they didnt come and we got away with it. I suppose, its not much of an adventure, as far as adventures go. Theres no sex or imminent death or flying monkeys, but for some reason it sticks in my mind as a kind of perfect night. "
"And the cynical tattooist is revealed to be a romantic. "
"All losers are romantics. Its how we justify our existence. "
Twenty Eight
Suspicious Minds
"Well reach the city by mid-day tomorrow, if we get moving by dawn," said Count Non.
"Good news," said Primo. "We need to reach the Kasla Mountains by the full moon. A shadow cast through a certain rocky promontory is the only way to find the entrance to Hell. If we miss the moon, well have to
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