And now here I was, doing the same thing to the sunburst rune that Owen was doing to the silverstone vault door. I wondered if he was having as difficult a time with it as I was. Probably not, since he used his magic like this all the time in his forge, crafting some new sculpture or weapon. He didn't have the sheer power that I did, but he definitely had the finesse aspect of his magic down pat.
Thinking about Owen motivated me to focus even more. I forced another layer of Ice over the sunburst rune, and the last bit of elemental Fire was finally snuffed out, choked to death by the cold power of my magic. I let out a breath that frosted in the air, despite the sticky summer humidity.
The rune neutralized, I was still careful as I used the crowbar to pry up the board and remove the bomb that had been taped to the underside. I put down the crowbar, picked up the flashlight, and focused the beam on the device. I was no expert in explosives, but Finn liked to make the occasional bomb in his spare time, and he'd taught me something about them. This one was pretty standard. A brick of what looked like C-4 with an attached cell phone that could be used either as a remote trigger or as a timer methodically ticking down until the bomb went boom.
I clicked off the flashlight, put it through a loop on my belt, and got to my feet. Since Clementine and her men weren't ready to leave the museum just yet, I felt safe enough carrying the bomb in my bare hand. Besides, I planned on using it soon enough.
So, bomb in hand, I turned, slid into the shadow-filled gardens once more, and headed back toward the museum.
* * *
The main doors to the museum now stood wide open to make it easier for the giants to haul their ill-gotten goods outside, I supposed. But no one was loading the trucks at the moment, so I was able to slide back into my spot between the museum wall and the greenery that ringed the building. There were a couple of other things I wanted to check before I put the next part of my plan into action. I set the bomb down next to a patch of briars that had sprung up in the middle of the rhododendrons and wiggled my way through the bushes. A few branches tugged at my hair, while twigs and leaves added more faint scratches to my arms, but I broke free to the other side. After that, it was simply a matter of crouching low, running over to the moving truck the giants had been loading up earlier, dropping to my stomach, and scooting underneath the large vehicle.
The caustic scents of gas, exhaust, and motor oil assaulted my nose, but I held back a cough and slithered forward, the pavement digging into my hips and stomach. Dixon had been messing around next to the truck for a reason, and I wanted to know what it was. When I reached the rear bumper of the truck, I rolled over so that I was on my back, slid the flashlight out of my belt, turned it on, and focused the beam up at the underside of the truck.
Nothing. I saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Just the wheels, pipes, and axles that made up any large vehicle. I moved the light this way and that, but I didn't see anything suspicious. In fact, the vehicle looked exceptionally well cared for, and all the parts practically gleamed, including the muffler and the box that was attached to it -
Wait a second. I was no mechanic, but mufflers didn't have boxes on their sides, as far as I knew. I wiggled up a little more so I could get a better look, and I realized that there was a hole in the box. I reached up and hooked my finger in the slot. To my surprise, the metal slid back easily, revealing what was inside the box.
Another bomb.
I froze, wondering if I might have somehow armed the device just by opening the box, but as the seconds passed and I didn't get blown into next week, I relaxed.
A little.
I let out a tense breath and slowly moved the light over the device. This bomb was just like the one I'd pried off the bridge board, a brick of explosive with a cell-phone trigger. It wasn't an enormous bomb, but it probably had enough juice to torch the truck and everything in it. That must have been what Dixon was checking with his phone earlier - to make sure that he could blow the device when the time was right.
I frowned, even more puzzled than before. Why would Dixon rig the moving truck to blow? Especially since there was already several millions of dollars' worth of art on it, with more on the way. Blowing the bridge was one thing. Clementine needed that to help with her escape. But this - this made no sense. Why destroy the things you had come here to steal in the first place?
I lay there under the truck a moment longer, thinking. Then I turned off my flashlight and wormed my way out from underneath the vehicle. I got to my feet, crept to the front of the truck, and looked inside the cab, but it was empty except for a set of keys hanging in the ignition.
I quickly scurried around to the other three trucks and looked into their cabs as well, but they too were all empty except for their respective keys. Since they giants hadn't started loading them up yet, the backs of them were all still shut and locked.
I paused a moment, thinking. Not seeing or hearing any giants headed my way, I decided to risk checking on one more thing.
I climbed into the back of the truck that was open, the one that I'd seen the giants stuffing with art earlier.
It was almost full, with only a narrow path leading from the front to the back, and I imagined the giants would fill in the rest of the available space soon enough. I snapped my flashlight back on, moving it over everything inside. Rolled-up tubes, bubble-wrapped statues, empty frames made of gold and silver. The giants had certainly been thorough in their looting.
But there was one thing that was missing: the silverstone case that I'd seen Dixon carrying earlier.
I moved the flashlight over everything again, but the case wasn't here, which meant that the jewelry wasn't in the truck. But Dixon hadn't been carrying the case when he'd come out here with the giants before. So where had he taken the jewelry? And why not store it in here with everything else?
I snapped off the light and stood in the darkness, thinking some more. Then I shook my head, slid the flashlight back through the loop on my belt, and crept toward the open end of the truck.
Once I made sure that the coast was clear and no giants were coming my way, I hopped out of the back of the truck and slipped into the shadows again. I thought about prying the bomb off the undercarriage, but I decided to leave the device where it was. I already had one explosive, and, really, that was all that I needed.
Because now it was time to spin my own web of death and destruction - and for Clementine to finally feel the Spider's sting.
* * *
My next destination wasn't nearly as picturesque as the covered bridge.
I stopped long enough to retrieve the first bomb from where I'd left it behind the bushes. Then I hurried down into the parking lot and scurried through the rows of cars until I reached Finn's Aston Martin.