trust each other. " She gave Cinders a thin smile.
"You see?" said Madame Cinders. Though he couldnt see her face, Spyder knew she was smiling, showing black, rotten teeth under her veil.
"And here is my last bargain," said Shrike, holding up Apollyons knife. "When weve returned your book, if you dont deliver everything youve promised, Ill make sure this gets back to its original owner with the name of the person who took it and where, precisely, to find her. " Shrike bowed to Madame Cinders. "I promise this to you. As a woman. "
Shrike turned and walked out, with Spyder following her. Primo trailed along behind, keeping his distance, clearly nervous.
Madame Cinders had been right about their trans-portation. A tuk-tuk, a loud, three-wheeled motorcycle that spewed black exhaust and rattled like a glorified lawnmower, was waiting for them in the tunnel. Spyder, Shrike and Primo rode in silence until they came to the wet crossroads where theyd paused earlier. Primo led them back on foot through the passages to Alcatraz. Shrike didnt say a word on the way back, but on the windy deck of the tourist boat back to San Francisco, she turned to Spyder and leaned against him. He put his arms around her and held her there. She sighed and relaxed into him.
"This is nice," Spyder said. He felt her nod. "You warm enough?"
"Yes," she said.
"Im not going with you," Spyder blurted. "I thought I could, but I cant. I drank tequila with a demon. I talked to a sphinx. I almost got hacked into fertilizer and fed to man-eating daisies. And now Im supposed to go to Hell. Only Im not going. Somewhere between the alligator men and the demon knives, I hopped off this
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