WARWICKE SLID BEHIND the wheel of the Enzo just as his cell rang. He turned the key, listening to the powerful engine catch and roll into a smooth, growling purr before he glanced at caller ID. “Hey Perc.”
“She’s with Edric now. They’re crouched down in the middle of some cemetery with no headstones.”
Warwicke nodded. “Good. Brick will be calling her shortly. Once you deliver her to Brick can you take over for Clovis? Fabby will probably be back at her apartment by then. I don’t like leaving her alone, but I have something I need to do.”
“What?”
“I need to see a man about a car. Can you help me out here?”
Percy sighed into the phone. “All right. But who’s watching you?”
‘Wicke glanced into his rear-view mirror and grimaced at the wall of black following a few cars back. “Alf has my b
