Chapter Twenty-EightThe Cardinal held a blade no larger than a scalpel. He made a quick wrist motion and the blade vanished inside his robes. He angled his head towards Nathan, his wide-brimmed hat covering his face with menacing shadows.
“You shot me,” he said. “You shot me, and she hit me with the van. I did not like that.”
Nathan could not find the air to respond. Half of his mind was in shock at the slaughter before him. The other half watched the Cardinal, flinching each time that ancient beast moved.
“Leave us alone!” Crystal threw her glass of water at him. She screeched and her voice cracked, but she went on anyway. “You don’t give a crap about Russo or Larkin. They’re the ones that want us. Stop coming after us.”
The Cardinal did not answer. At least, not verbally. Nathan caug
