The Vigilante Game by Meghan Scott Molin

Author:Meghan Scott Molin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: superhero mystery, comic con mysery, comic book mystery, geek mystery
Publisher: Meghan Scott Molin
Published: 2020-12-12T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Things are never quite what I expect. I’ve been present in Lelani’s apartment for less than ten minutes and already I’m heading back out on my own.

“I thought the whole idea was being a team,” I say, pulling my hair up and tucking it under a black skull cap as the elevator whooshes downward.

“Precisely. We’re going to divide and conquer today. It’s the benefit of having two of us.”

I eye Lelani as the doors open. Everything about my gut says that she’s being honest about our plans for tonight. Our plan is to follow both ex-cons and watch—or interrogate—for any information about Pookie-Steve. Apparently while I’ve been gallivanting in and out of secret lairs and designing outfits, Lelani has been doing the real work and canvassing and watching the warehouse district every night. She says that they usually have a team meeting on Thursday nights, where new product is distributed and orders for the week are given. We’re going to see who attends.

We part ways at the main doors, she taking the door to the garage and me exiting out front. Good thing she didn’t ask if my car was fixed, because I’m pretty sure she’s not going to be happy that I have to call Lawrence to come pick me up. I don’t necessarily want to out that I have syndicated our crime fighting team yet.

I climb into L’s Challenger moments later, surprised at the chill in the air. I should have brought more black layers. Good thing we plan on doing most of our work from inside the car. Also a good thing Lawrence is sipping water and seems totally sober now.

“Didn’t think we’d be seeing you so soon, did you get fired again?”

“Har har, L,” I answer as I squeeze into the back seat and belt up. “Wait, is this Christmas music?”

L’s eyes flick to mine in the rearview mirror. “Yeah?”

I do the mental calculations. “But isn’t Christmas a month away?” Then my brain catches up. “Crap, that means Thanksgiving is next week?” Time just flies by when you’re having a wretched time, it seems.

L and Whalon exchange glances. “Where are we headed? Your place?”

“No, Operation Double-cross my boss and the Golden Arrow—” I pause, “that’s a mouthful. We should pick a name. Like the government does.”

“Petunia?” Whalon offers.

“No, definitely not. Project Hoodwink? No wait. Dragnet,” L responds.

I clap. “Yes perfect, project Dragnet goes into effect tonight. Ironically, we’re headed back to Yuletide Court. And while we’re driving, can you turn down that racket?”

I see Whalon’s manicured brows rise. “Racket?”

“The jingle stuff.”

“I told you she’s a grinch. The only thing she likes about Christmas is—”

“—artichoke dip,” I finish his sentence with a nod. “Damn skippy. Just call me Kazran Sardick.”

“Will that present a problem?” Whalon asks L, and I get some weird scary premonition.

“Wait you two aren’t planning some sort of corny Christmas wedding, are you? Because if I have to dress like an elf, I assure you—”

L laughs nervously, “MG calm down. That’s . . .

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