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looked angry, but it had transferred to the man in the mask instead of me, which was a lot cuter. He had kind of a flush in his cheeks—
    Ahem. Never mind.
    “You just missed him,” the masked man said and took a sip through the slit that exposed two thin lips. “I’m afraid he has a rather urgent engagement that will be keeping him occupied from now until the end of his life, which shall be arriving very soon.”
    “You’re the murderer,” Webster said, voice gone cold. “You’re under arrest—”
    “You must keep him around for his looks,” the man in the ski mask said, looking me straight in the eyes. They say the eyes are windows to the soul, and if that was the case, this guy had a serious case of empty rooms lurking behind his. I couldn’t see anything in them, not a flicker, not a hint, save for maybe just a little scorn or anger; I couldn’t tell which. “Because he certainly doesn’t have a bloody idea what he’s up against, does he?”
    “Do you?” I asked, not looking away from those cold, pitiless eyes.
    “I’ve long been an admirer of yours, Miss Nealon,” he said in that cultured tone. “You were the first of us to really open the worlds' eyes to what we’re capable of.” He chuckled lightly, an utterly humorless sound. “Of course, it was such a dramatic display that I don’t think they really know what all of us can do, even going on two and half a years later. In any case, it seems rather fitting as I go public with this endeavor of mine to let you know that I’ll be killing you—”
    I raised the gun and squeezed the trigger without waiting for another word. The pistol roared twice with the fury of the .45 ACP rounds nestled in the magazine. I saw Webster blanch next to me, ducking away from the gun as it belched fire out the barrel.
    But the masked guy? He dodged both shots, disappearing into the darkness of the hallway behind before I’d even finished my double tap.
    “After him!” Webster said, rushing forward. He recovered quickly. I strong-armed him back, catching his chest as I slipped into line with the hallway where the masked man had disappeared. It looked empty, but appearances could be deceiving. I heard movement in the back of the house and took four hurried steps across the kitchen after him—
    And failed to notice the tripwire hidden in the darkness until my ankle caught it.
    The world exploded around me as a bomb went off with the fury of thunder and lightning striking all around me. I barely had time to register what it was before the flash of flame lit the room, then the world dissolved into smoky darkness as I fell to the ground, pain dragging me into unconsciousness.

Chapter 8
    Philip had already made it out the door when the bomb exploded, catching that little twat in the blast. Antonio had called it his version of a claymore mine, whatever that was. All Philip cared about was that she was down, the little bitch, and she wouldn’t be following him.
    “Come on, come on,” he urged Liliana. She followed in his wake, Angus Waterman rolled into a long, unsightly rug on her shoulder. Philip licked his teeth nervously, striding down the side of the house, feeling tree branches claw at his arm as he passed. It was a curious sensation, like someone was dragging wet fingers across the outside of his coat. He noticed it, detached from the sensation, as he followed the path.
    He pulled the ski mask off and pocketed it just before he came into the open in the front of the house. He paused, running fingers through his lightly mussed hair, smoothing it back into place. The street was quiet, not a hint of movement anywhere. The grey sky hung above, foreboding, as though it could hint at the destruction he’d just unleashed in the house behind them.
    “Is she dead?” Liliana asked in that flat voice of hers. Did she have a hint of nervousness in it?
    Well, who wouldn’t? “No,” Philip said, not stopping as he stepped off the curb. “She heals quickly as well,