“My back,” I said. “The baby…Hunching over like this…Could you maybe take a spell?”

“Sure,” she said.

As I disengaged from Rose, I tried to get a look behind us.

“You okay?” Jaime said.

I made a show of stretching my back, nodded and waved them on. Stop too long, and whoever was following us would know I’d heard him. I listened and sniffed, but both senses were useless. After an hour of walking beside Rose, I could fall face-first into one of these trash bins and still smell nothing.

If I turned around, our pursuer would know he’d been spotted. Even a second excuse to stop would tip him off. Or would it?

I moved up beside Jaime. “I have to go.”

She frowned at me. “Where?”

I pressed a hand to the bottom of my belly. “My bladder. It-”

“Ah.” She gave a small laugh. “We interrupt this life-or-death situation for a pregnancy pee break. Don’t see that in the movies, do you?” She looked around. “I can’t remember the closest restaurant, but we can go back-”

“No time. Just…keep walking. I’ll catch up.”

“Ah. Okay, then. Do you need tissue?”

“If you have some.”

As she dug for tissue, I surveyed the lane, but whoever was following us must have taken cover. When Jaime and Rose moved on, I took cover of my own, backing into a gap between two stacks of cardboard boxes. They didn’t reach my head, but that was okay. I had an excuse for crouching.

Now all I needed to do was wait for Hull or his zombie to get his butt over here and attack me. Only it wasn’t happening. The lane had gone silent.

Finally, I heard the faintest shuffle of feet on dirt. Silence fell again. Was he hiding? Oh, great. Two of us, in our separate cubbyholes, each waiting for the other to make the first move.

I did my own dirt-shuffle, as if I was trying to crouch comfortably and not having much luck. All stayed quiet.

Great. Just great.

As I looked around, my gaze snagged on the long fire escape stretching overhead. I checked my outfit. Wine-colored T-shirt. Maternity jeans. Navy sneakers. All dark. Good.

I lowered a box from the stack on the far side. It was solid and heavy, marked “recycle,” probably filled with newspapers or magazines. I laid it on the ground, then stepped on top and grabbed the fire escape. A quick tug to test how well it was affixed to the wall, then I pulled myself up. Not so easy with twins on board.

Once up, I crouched there, listening and looking. Nothing moved in the lane.

I bounced on the balls of my feet, testing the fire escape for stability and squeaks. Seemed fine.

I shimmied forward, stopping every few inches for a look-and-listen sweep. All stayed silent and still. I’d almost made it to the end when a scent wafted past.

It smelled like…No, that couldn’t be.

I looked down to see Nick glaring up at me, arms crossed.

“Does that seem safe to you, Elena? Crawling on a rusted fire escape?”

“You-you’re-”

“Supposed to be sleeping soundly, knocked unconscious by a blow to the head?” He snorted. “At least you didn’t trick me this time.”

“I’m sor-”

“Get down from there.”

His voice was stern, but he helped me down. As he brushed me off, I tensed, realizing if Nick was here, that meant-

“Jeremy and Antonio,” I said, looking around. “Where are they?”

“Back at the hotel. Hopefully, still busy with Clay and thinking we’re down in the bar, getting some food into you before we leave for home.”

“So I didn’t-?”

“Knock me out? No, I tricked you this time. Seemed fair enough.”

He took my elbow and led me out into the lane. I balked, knees locking, certain he was about to drag me back to the hotel, but he started heading the way Jaime and Rose had gone.

“But how’d you-” I began.

“Know you were going to take off? Come on, Elena. Clay’s in danger of losing his arm-or worse-and you’re both in danger of losing your babies, but you can stop both things by killing Hull. Only Jeremy wants to go home. You overhear that, and overhear Jaime saying she can track down Hull. Then you find an excuse to talk to Jaime alone. You don’t need a college degree to know how to add two plus two.”

We reached the end of the lane. Still holding my arm, he steered me south. I dug in my heels.

“I can’t go back, Nick. I’m sorry but-”

“If I was taking you back, do you think I would have let you hit me in the first place? My sense of smell isn’t as good as yours, but I can still track that zombie, and she went this way.”

He paused, looked around, then started striding down the quiet road. From the smell, I knew we were indeed following Rose.

“If Clay was awake, this is what he’d want,” Nick said. “Well, no, letting you go after this guy is not what he’d want, but if he could have done it himself, he’d have made the same choice you did-stopping Hull instead of running-so I guess that’s what we should do.”

“Nick, I don’t want you-”

“Don’t. I’m pissed off enough that you never trust me enough to tell me what you’re planning-” He cut off my protest with a wave. “I know, it’s because you don’t want to lead me into something dangerous, but I think I’m old enough to decide that for myself. Point is, I’m pissed off already, so don’t make it worse by telling me to run along home. I’m here, I’m staying. You need me.”

I looked up at him. “Thanks.”

He nodded, then waved down the street. “There they are. Let’s get moving and find this bastard.”

From the look on Jaime’s face when I arrived with Nick, she was too relieved to question. Probably happy to have someone else on the assault team…someone more capable than a necromancer, a pregnant werewolf and a zombie who was shedding body parts at an alarming rate.

Nick took the burden of Rose, and we carried on.

“Almost there,” Rose cackled as she disengaged herself from Nick’s arm and fairly scampered toward an alley. “ ’e’s down there. I can feel ’im now. Right down there.”

I paused at the head of the alley. It looked…familiar. Halfway down it, I stopped and stared down at the marks in the dry dirt. Footprints showing a brief scuffle. My own footprints, plus a second pair. Boots-short black boots. I could see us there, only a few days ago, me pinning Zoe in the alley.

My stomach flip-flopped. I blamed it on the babies, and told myself this was a coincidence. No, not a coincidence. Danger. Zoe was in danger. Hull had fixed his sights on the one “team member” left outside the circle.

I grabbed Nick’s arm.

“He’s after Zoe,” I said. “The bar where she does her business is right down there, around the corner. She must be inside. He’s got to be waiting somewhere.”

“If he’s waiting for her, he won’t be expecting us.”

I nodded.

“Wot are you waiting for?” Rose said. “You-”

I shushed her.

“But ’e’s right ’round this corner a ways,” she said.

“We need a plan of attack.”

“Plan? There’s three of you-”

I clapped my hand over her mouth. A last resort-believe me. Her lidless eyes glared at me, but when I pulled my hand back she only limped away to lean against the wall.

“Before we get too far with our plan, we should find out exactly where he is.”

“You think so, do you, luv?”

Shaking her head, she hobbled to the end of the alley. She peeked out, then pulled back. Another mutter. Another check, leaning farther out. Then she came back to us.

“I thought ’e was right ’round that corner, but there’s an ale ’ouse back there. ’e’s inside.”

“Inside?”

I looked at Nick.

We headed up the fire escape Clay had used earlier. Once inside the second floor, I followed his trail to find the vantage point he’d used to watch Zoe and me below. We ended up at a trapdoor over the bar. Prop the door open a crack, crouch down and you had a pretty good view of the patrons below.