him.
âWait,â I said. âLetâs see if they come back.â
He rolled his eyes, but he stayed still. âWhy would they come back? Itâs probably just somebody who lives in the neighborhoodââ
Headlights popped up in the vanâs rearview mirror again, and that same SUV cruised by our position. This time the vehicle turned left at the end of the block.
âMaybe theyâre lost,â he said. âAll these cookie-cutter Northtown streets and mansions look alike, especially in the dark.â
I shook my head. âTheyâre not lost. Theyâre seeing how quiet and deserted the area is for whatever they have in mind. Theyâll be back. Youâll see.â
We sat in the van, watching our mirrors. Sure enough, a minute later, that same SUV cruised by us again. Only this time, the vehicle didnât have its headlights on, or even its parking lights. It whipped a U-turn in the middle of the street, pulled over to the curb, and stoppedâright in front of the mansion we were watching.
âHello,â I murmured. âWhat do we have here?â
The doors opened, and two people got out of the front of the SUV, both wearing long black trench coats akin to Phillipâs. They were giants, each one roughly seven feet tall with thick shoulders and broad chests; most likely they were the muscle and bodyguards for whoever was in the back of the vehicle.
Sure enough, one of the giants opened a rear door, and a shorter, thinner figure emerged, also sporting a black trench coat, along with a black fedora and a matching scarf wrapped around their neck. I peered through my binoculars, but the personâs back was to me, so I couldnât see their face, although from the size and gait, I did get the impression that it was a woman.
âSome late-night visitors here for a hush-hush meeting with our old friend?â Phillip mused.
âMaybe.â
One of the giants squatted down. At first, I wondered what he was doing, but then the woman in the fedora and scarf ran over to the giant, who hoisted her high up into the air. Ms. Fedora grabbed hold of the top of the iron gate and swung her legs up and over it with all the grace of an Olympic gymnast. Landing deftly on her feet in the driveway on the other side, she straightened up and started striding toward the mansion with deadly purpose.
I cursed, realizing that I was about to lose my one and only lead on the Circle. Iâd considered the possibility that someone might come here to silence him, but part of me hadnât thought that it would actually happen since everything else Iâd tried to track down the members of the Circle had been a dead end.
âNot a meeting,â I growled. âTheyâre here to kill him.â
Since Fedora was already past the gate, I didnât have time to ease out of the van, sneak through the shadows, and stab the giants in the back the way I normally would have. So I dropped my binoculars, kicked my door open, barreled out of the vehicle, and ran down the street toward the SUV.
âGin! Wait!â Phillip shouted, scrambling to get out and follow me.
But I needed to get to the man in the mansion before Fedora did, so I tuned him out. The giants whirled around at the sound of Phillipâs voice and spotted me racing toward them. They cursed, pulled guns from inside their trench coats, and snapped up the weapons.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
I zigzagged, and the first round of bullets went wide. But when the giants paused to take more careful aim, I reached for my Stone magic and hardened my skin into an impenetrable shell.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
The second round of bullets also went wide. The giants had come prepared, and the silencers on the ends of their weapons muffled the sounds of the shots. No lights snapped on inside the neighboring mansions. They wanted to keep this quiet? Well, so did I.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Two of the shots went wide again, but the third punched