Chapter 12:
“Puta madre, what chew do to my wheels? Dis car is a classic.” Alleye stuck her head out of the window, yelling various Spanish curses into the wind. “Not chew, sista. I know chew didn’t dent my hood on purpose.”
The landing knocked the air from her lungs. Kennedy forced herself to lie still. She needed a mental inventory to make sure none of her bones were broken. Her head throbbed from the impact. She might have a concussion, but other than that, once she caught her breath, she should be all right.
Alleye looked down at her face to face. “Chew all right?”
Kennedy nodded, reached to make sure the SIG was still in her pocket, then rolled off the car hood, dropping to her hands and knees in the snow. Her words came out in a wheeze, “The Fair Folk are going to war with the Sy
