"Oh, no, you're not getting away with that crap," she said, taking a firm grip on the steering wheel. "We're in this together, if you recall."
"Our original plans did not call for kidnapping," I pointed out.
"No, but I'm your friend. A friend's place is at your side when you commit felonies. Oooh! Look! Milo! How do we get him into the car?"
My lips thinned as I watched Milo leave his house, walking around the front to the other side, where I assumed a detached garage sat. "We don't."
"I think he's going to get his car. Are we following him?" Sarah asked, her hand on the ignition key.
"No. Duck!"
I doubled over in the passenger seat, having seen a white car emerge from the area behind Milo's house. Sarah hunkered down as well, waiting until the sound of the car passing us had faded.
"All right, now I'm confused…Where are you going?" she asked as I got out of the car.
"To get our victim." My heart was racing as I approached the door to Milo's house, my palms suddenly damp with sweat. "I hope I do this right."
"Do what?"
"I'm going to Taser Milo's wife Carol."
Chapter 21
"You're going to what?" Sarah grabbed my arm as I was about to knock at the door. "Are you crazy? Oh, what am I saying? You don't even have a Taser…"
"No, but I do have a handy little skill that allows me to control lightning."
Her eyes widened. "You're going to strike Carol Lee with lightning? That could kill her!"
"Not if I can control it properly." I took a deep breath, pushing aside the doubting thoughts, focusing on what I needed to do. "A Taser is a device which uses a high-voltage pulse of electricity to momentarily shock its target, thereby disrupting the neurotransmitters, and effectively overloading the nervous system. Carol will be temporarily immobilized, but not permanently harmed."
Overhead, my little cloud formed. I spread my hands about six inches apart, mentally envisioning a concentrated electrical charge pulled from the surroundings. My fingers began to tingle, the sensation spreading up my arms, reminding me of the time I'd touched a low-voltage electrical fence. Sarah watched with open-mouthed horror as a small blue ball of light formed between my hands. The tingling intensified as the ball shrunk into a small blue orb between my palms.
"Knock on the door," I told Sarah, my attention focused on holding the charge where I wanted it.
"Portia—"
"Please, Sarah. I don't know what will happen if I stop focusing on this."
"I hope to god you know what you're doing," she said, shaking her head, but knocking on the door.
It took about sixty seconds, but the door finally opened up a few inches, with Carol Lee's white, expressionless face visible. "What do you want?" she asked.
"The truth," I told her, flinging the electrical charge directly at her. Her eyes widened for a moment before the charge zapped her, knocking her backward a few feet.
"I knew it! You've killed her!" Sarah pronounced as I pushed open the door and knelt down by Carol's supine figure. My hands were shaking as I checked her pulse.
"No, she's alive. Her pulse is a bit rocky, but fine." Carol's eyes were open, unblinking, and flat. "Go get the car. We'll get her into it and restrained before she comes out of this."
Sarah stood above me, her hands on her hips, a warning note clearly evident in her voice. "Portia, I never thought the day would come when I'd find you, the most passive of pacifists, disabling and kidnapping an unarmed, innocent woman—"
"Innocent, my ass. Get the car quick," I said, hurrying into the kitchen to look for some twine or duct tape I could use to bind her arms.
To my relief, we managed to get Milo's wife securely bound and bundled into the rental car before she came out of her shocked state. After five minutes of non-stop abuse hurled from where she lay on the backseat, the noise abated once we applied a scarf in the form of a gag. She continued to mumble behind the gag, but, thankfully, it was subdued enough to ignore.
"Where are we going?" Sarah asked as I returned to my seat after gagging our victim.
"The Court of Divine Blood."
Sarah made a soundless whistle, saying nothing more but shooting me frequent questioning glances. Silence and occasional outraged gurgles from the backseat filled the car as we drove to the castle. I knew Sarah was as uneasy as I was over the potentially damning act of kidnapping, but I saw no other solution available to me. The silence bore down heavily on me as I ran over a mental checklist, hoping that I hadn't missed anything important.
"You don't think anyone is going to notice this?" Sarah said twenty minutes later as a huge billow of fog filled the courtyard of the castle.
I prodded Milo's wife forward, ignoring her glare of pure venom, keeping one hand on her wrists bound behind her back. "I'm sure someone will notice the localized fog, but I don't really care. It's difficult enough kidnapping someone—getting them where you want them to go without interference from the public is tantamount to impossible. I'm just taking the easiest way out."
The fog, my lack of familiarity with the castle, and Carol Lee's repeated, abortive attempts at escape made it take a good three times the normal amount of time it would have taken to find the room that opened into the portal to the Court, but at last we arrived at our goal.
I saw Carol eyeing the windows and grabbed onto her shoulders with both hands, shoving her toward the entrance to the Court.
"Portia, are you sure—" Sarah started to say, doubt evident on her face as we approached the fuzzy portal.
"Reasonably sure. I've examined the evidence and can't come to any other conclusion. Deep breath, everyone. It's showtime!"
"I can't believe the only time I'm visiting heaven is in the pursuit of some crime or other," Sarah grumbled as we marched to the center of the town square. The usual business prevailed: people talking in small groups around the center well, the shops doing their brisk trade, other people busily hurrying hither and yon. At the sight of us materializing in the center of their activities, everyone froze.
"Hello, again," I said, recognizing a few (albeit startled) faces from the hearing. Theo?
An equally startled silence filled my head. Portia? What are you doing in the Court?
Doing what you asked—resolving one of our problems. Where are you? I think I'm going to need a little help in getting my prisoner to the mare. The people in the square seem to be stunned into some sort of a fugue state.
Theo seemed to share their reaction, at least for a few seconds. Prisoner?
Yes. I kidnapped Milo Lee's wife and brought her here.
A soft sigh echoed in my head. Portia, do you have any idea how the Court is going to react to you kidnapping a mortal and bringing her here? As if we weren't in enough trouble—
Carol Lee took advantage of my distraction with Theo to twist herself out of my grip, racing toward the doorway that led back to the land of reality.
"Oh, no you don't!" I took a leap that would do a broad jumper proud, flinging myself at Carol, just catching the heel of her shoe as I fell. She went down just as my head cracked the cobblestones, but I didn't let go of her despite the stars that seemed to weave around in front of me.
"Such an entrance you apparently desire to make," a male voice drawled as I got to my knees, shaking my head but keeping a firm grip on Carol's kicking foot. "I could almost imagine you were trying to get my attention."
"Think again," I ground out as I got to my feet, hauling up my still-struggling prisoner.
Gabriel the cherub pursed his lips as he eyed first the woman bound with silver-grey duct tape, then me. I blew back a strand of hair that was sticking to my lip, and lifted my chin, trying to look poised and in charge of the situation.