CHAPTER 17
"That can't be good news," Reddington said.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Crowley left me with a redundancy when he went to Hell. According to the monitor, it looks like Crowley's been . . . killed."
"Bullshit," Dean said.
"I don't buy it," Sam said.
"Crowley's too smart," Fitz said.
"And yet here we are," Reddington held up a small Dick Tracy type communicator on his wrist. It flashed red. "I always liked these. I'm glad Crowley thought to give me one. Even though it means he's dead."
"I'll believe it when I see it," Dean said.
"We've been through too much lately," Sam said. "There's no way Crowley's dead. I'll bet when we get to the end of this Zimventure, there'll be an epilogue with him doing something slick or sinister or something."
"Dembe?" Reddington said.
"Yes, Raymond." Dembe pulled a device from his coat pocket and hit a switch. The space machine from their earth popped into existence in the driveway.
"Crowley didn't leave much to go on, but I have an idea that Cris Zim is close at hand. Which means Leland will be close, too. I imagine they'll follow us wherever we're going, wouldn't you agree, Dembe?"
"Yes, Raymond."
"Everyone in the space machine." Reddington paused. "Except you, Fitz. You'll be fine where you are."
"Cool." Fitz smoked more weed.
Outside, as Sam got into the back seat of the space machine, he couldn't help but wonder one thing. "How do you know where this thing is going to come out? It looks like a car, but what if there isn't a road?"
Reddington smiled at him. "Sammy. Where we're going, we don't need roads."
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
