automatic at the nearest girl, the cheerleader with Phineas’s autograph on her thigh. “You will come, or this one will die. Her Majesty, Queen Corky, must be obeyed.”
“Oh, that queen!” Phineas raised his hands. “Sure. Why not?”
With a sneer, the Russian motioned to his minions. “Prepare him for the journey.”
Rat Face and Blockhead approached him slowly, slipping their pistols into the shoulder holsters beneath their black coats.
“Take off your jacket,” the Russian ordered, keeping his pistol and AK–47 trained on nearby girls.
After Phineas removed his tuxedo jacket, Blockhead grabbed it and rifled through the pockets. He stuffed Phineas’s wallet and cell phone into his own coat pockets. Phineas kept his face blank, careful not to show how relieved he was that he’d deleted all contacts and messages from his phone.
“Roll up your sleeves,” the Russian demanded. “We have heard MacKay embeds tracking chips in all his vampires.”
“I no longer work for them.” Phineas shoved his shirtsleeves up to his elbows. “Angus cut the chip out last night.”
The Russian gave him a dubious look. “You have no wound on your arm.”
“It healed during my death-sleep.”
The Russian jerked his head toward Rat Face. “Check him.”
Rat Face took a small electronic device from his pocket and skimmed it up and down Phineas’s arms. “He’s clean, Dimitri.”
“Check him for weapons,” the Russian ordered.
Blockhead skimmed his hands over Phineas. “He’s clean.”
“Very well.” Dimitri inclined his head. “We will now escort you to the queen, where you will appear on her show.”
“Sounds good to me.” Phineas put his jacket back on. “It’ll be good publicity.”
Freemont straightened and adjusted his hat. “My client will expect reimbursement, you understand. He doesn’t do appearances for free.”
Phineas shook his head, glaring at his brother.
Dimitri narrowed his eyes on Freemont. “Who the hell are you?”
“Nobody,” Phineas said at the same time Freemont said, “I’m Dr. Phang’s agent.”
“Freemont,” Phineas gritted out through clenched teeth. “Stay out of this.”
Dimitri’s sharp eyes darted back and forth between Phineas and his brother, then he smiled. “You have a mortal friend, Dr. Phang?”
“No, he’s a pain in the ass,” Phineas growled.
Dimitri chuckled. “Cuff them both. Having the mortal with us will ensure Dr. Phang’s good behavior.”
“Dammit,” Phineas muttered, glowering at his brother while Rat Face and Blockhead snapped silver handcuffs around their wrists.
“The cuffs are just a precaution,” Dimitri said. “We can’t have Dr. Phang teleporting away and taking his mortal friend with him.”
Rat Face and Blockhead seized Phineas and Freemont by the napes of their necks and steered them toward the front door. Outside in the parking lot, Phineas and his brother were shoved into the back of a delivery van. It was empty, except for stained carpet on the floor. The back doors slammed shut, and they were locked inside. No windows, Phineas noted, so he wouldn’t know where they were going.
But just seconds earlier, he had spotted a black SUV across the parking lot. Robby and Jack were prepared to follow.
Phineas heard more doors on the van bang shut. That was probably Dimitri and his buddies climbing into the front seat. Corky had to be located fairly close by if they were driving to her.
“What do we do now?” Freemont whispered.
Phineas scowled at him. “You have a lousy way of following directions. You were supposed to stay out of danger.”
“I wasn’t going to leave you alone with them.” Freemont glared back. “I’m not a coward.”
The van lurched into motion.
Freemont gulped. “Do we have a plan?”
“Shh.” Phineas motioned with his head toward the front seat of the van, then mouthed the words, Super hearing .
Freemont nodded.
Phineas slid the heel of his right boot to the side, revealing a