by Tanya Huff
“And you only play one on TV.”
“Is this about me? Because I’m paying attention to her? For fuck’s sake, Tony.”
“I saw how she looked at you.”
“I’m an actor. Lots of people look at me.”
Tony meant to say, “I think you’re in danger.” but when he opened his mouth, what came out was, “I saw how you looked at her.”
Before Lee could respond, Pam rapped on the dressing room door and called, “They’re ready for you on set, Lee.”
Lee took a deep breath and shrugged into the overlay of James Taylor Grant. “We’re done talking about this,” he growled, opened the door, pushed past Pam, and slammed the door so hard two framed photos fell off the wall.
“I think you’re in danger,” Tony said, staring at the broken glass.
*
“Lee…”
“I’ve got that promo thing tonight.” Lee shrugged out of Grant’s leather jacket. “With the American affiliates. There’s going to be a lot of liquor, so I’ll probably get a room at the hotel.”
Not the sort of hotel a basic streetwalker could score an entry to. “Okay.” Tony held out the next day’s sides. “You’ve got a 10 AM call tomorrow.”
Lee looked down at the paper, up at Tony, closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. “She’s very beautiful, and I’m not dead, but I would never…”
“I know.” And ninety percent of the time, he did.
*
If he wanted to talk to a hooker, Tony had to go back to where the hookers were. Back in Gastown, he wrapped himself in a notice-me-not and wandered along the sidewalks, searching for Valerie among the men and women who had nothing left to sell but themselves.
A little voice in the back of his head had started trying to tell him that she was with Lee when he spotted her outside the Gastown Hotel on Water Street. Same blue dress. She was standing by a car. A classic Chevy Malibu. Mid-sixties probably, jet black. Tony couldn’t see much of the driver except for the full tribal sleeve tattoo on the arm half through the open window.
He was a block away on the wrong side of the street, so he started to run. Stopped when she half turned and looked right at him.
Her eyes widened, and he had no doubt she could see him clearly.
As clearly as he could see her. Surrounded by traffic and people, she was entirely alone. Her need to be seen hit him so hard it nearly brought him to his knees.
Then she shook her head, got into the car, and by the time he reached the curb in front of the hotel, Tony couldn’t tell which set of taillights he needed to follow.
*
Nine-thirty the next morning, Tony was out in the studio parking lot waiting for Lee, pretending he wasn’t. He stepped back as Jack’s truck pulled in and then stepped forward again when the constable stopped a mere meter away. “Listen, Tony, can you do me a favor. Tell Amy…”
“No.”
“I’m just going to be late, that’s all. I’ve got another missing person and my time is fucked.”
Tony closed his hand over the edge of the open window. “This missing person, does he own a classic car?”
He got his answer from the look on Jack’s face when he pushed up his sunglasses. “Tony?”
“Check around. See if an old John Doe with a tribal sleeve turned up. Left arm.”
Jack glanced down at the paperwork on the seat beside him. “My missing person has a tribal sleeve. Left arm.” When he looked up, his eyes had narrowed to the point where they were nearly cliché. “What do you know?”
“I spooked her, and she got careless.” He drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “And this isn’t a police case.”
Jack stared at him for a long moment and finally nodded. “You want me to call you when this old John Doe turns up?”
“You can.”
“But I don’t need to.”
Tony shrugged.
“So while I’m dealing with this case that isn’t a police case, what are you going to be doing.”
“Research.”
“Where do you research this kind of shit?”
“I work on a vampire/detective show, Jack.” Backing away from the truck, Tony spread his hands. “I’m going to talk to the writers.”
*
Lee half expected Tony to be waiting for him in the parking lot. They were used to spending nights apart—hell, they’d spent five weeks apart during hiatus while he was in South Africa shooting a movie—but this… He couldn’t fucking believe they were fighting over a woman. Wasn’t that what straight guys did?
When Tony finally appeared forty minutes later, Lee stepped toward him only to be yanked back into place by the stunt coordinator.
“I’m trying to keep you from breaking bones,” Daniel growled. “Pay attention.”
They moved directly from set-up to rehearsing the fight scene to shooting the fight scene.
*
By the time Lee was free and the crew had scattered for lunch, Tony was behind closed doors in CB’s office.
“How long’s he going to be?”
“Jesus, Lee, how should I know.” Amy reached under her hair to adjust her headset. “Stupid PA quit and it’s not like I don’t have the whole office to…” She rolled her eyes as the phone ran. “CB Productions, can I help you?”
His scene later in the day was all weird, esoteric dialogue, the vampire/detective version of techno babble. He should go to his dressing room and run lines, but all Lee could think of was brown eyes and chestnut hair and a blue dress. “I’m done until three. Tell Tony I’ve gone into downtown.”
Amy nodded, rolled her eyes at whatever was being said on the other end of the phone, and waved him toward the door.
*
Valerie was waiting on the corner of West Cordova and Homer Streets. Well, not waiting for him, but since he was the one who drove up beside her and stopped, Lee figured she might as well have been. “Hey!”
Her smile made him feel immortal.
“You hungry?”
“Hungry?”
Her confusion made him feel like pounding the men who’d all asked her a different question. “You do eat, don’t you? Come eat with me,” he continued, not waiting for an answer. “You and me. Just food. I promise.”
“Just food?” She pushed her hair back off her face.
“Lunch.” It felt like they were speaking two different languages. “I’ll pay for your time, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
*
“He went where?”
“Downtown.”
“Son of a bitch!”
“Hey!” Amy lunged up from behind her desk, grabbed Tony’s wrist and hung on. “You want to explain yourself?”
Faster to explain than fight. “Lee’s hooker is something like a succubus.”
“She’s a demon? Tony, do not tell me we’re starting that demon shit up again because we barely survived the last time they came visiting!”
“No, I’d know if she was a demon.” After Leah and the Demon-Gate, if there was one thing Tony could recognize, it was a demon. “I said she was something like a succubus. All her victims are men, probably men sexually attracted to her but…” He waved a hand. He didn’t have a lot of actual fact although the show’s writers had come up with a lot of theories. “Anyway, she’s definitely sucking the life out of them, and she wants Lee.”
“Who doesn’t,” Amy muttered, using her grip to fling him toward the door. “Don’t just stand here talking, move!”
*
The sandwich shop was not the place Lee would have chosen, but Valerie seemed comfortable there, so he tried not to think about health code violations.
“Why don’t you want me?”
The upper curve of her breasts was creamy white.
“I do want you.”
She gave him a twisted smile and stood. “Then why don’t we…”
Lee reached out and pulled her back down into her chair, trying not to think about the feel of her skin.
“Look, I want to help you. You can get out of this life. I know people… a person… who has.”
It wasn’t until she glanced down at the bracelet his fingers made around her wrist that he realized he was still holding on. When he let go, she frowned.
“Why are you doing this?”
He shrugged and went with the truth. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
She licked her lips and he couldn’t look away from the glistening moisture her tongue left on the pink flesh. “We should deal with that.”
He gave her back a twisted smile. “I’m trying to.”
Her laugh stroked him. “Not what I meant.”
“I know. Why are you doing this?”
Suddenly, she was only Valerie again. “What?”
“You asked me, I’m asking you.”
She stared at him for a long moment, and, just as suddenly, she wasn’t Valerie, she wasn’t anything he knew. To begin with, she was one hell of a lot older than mid-twenties, and when she spoke, her voice sounded as though it came from very far away as well as from inside his head. “I take them into me, but it never lasts, and I’m alone again.”
Over the last few years, Lee had seen a lot of things that terrified him. This wasn’t one of them. “…maybe it’s just that she’s so vulnerable, in spite of… everything.” What he’d said to Tony still stood. A word like everything covered a lot of ground.
“You don’t have to be alone.” And he was back in the sandwich shop again, sitting across a grimy, laminate table from an attractive woman in a blue dress. “I think you could use a friend.”
“A friend?” This expression, the staring like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing, he recognized, although he was usually the one wearing it. “You don’t know…”
“I have a pretty good idea.” He shrugged. “I’m the second lead in a vampire/detective show. I read some weird shit. Not to mention, my life has gotten interesting lately.”
“And you still think we could be friends?” She stared at him like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. All things considered, Lee found that kind of funny. “I’m a…”
“Hooker.” He grinned when the corner of her mouth twitched. “Yeah. I know people who’ve got out of… that.”
“That?”
“Something very like that. My partner’s ex is kind of…” It was as if thinking of Tony magically made him appear. There he was, suddenly standing on the other side of West Cordova, and even through the sandwich shop’s filthy windows, he looked…
Terrified.
“There’s something wrong.” Lee shoved his chair back and tossed his card onto the table. “That’s got my cell number on it. You can call any time. We’ll work this out. But I’ve got to…”
“Go.”
“Yeah.” He gripped her shoulder as he passed, and ran out the door. “Tony!”
*
Tony’d found the car but he couldn’t find Lee, and his hand was shaking too much to use his phone, and…
“Tony!”
He turned in time to see Lee start across the road toward him.
To see the SUV come out of nowhere.
To hear the impact.
To see Lee flung into the air. To see him land crumpled by the curb in a position the living could never hold.
Tony knew dead.
He froze. His heart shattered like Lee had been shattered. Then he took one step. And another.
She reached the body first. Stood there for a moment, searching Tony’s face. Then she dropped to her knees, gathered Lee up onto her lap and pressed her mouth to his.
“Oh my God! I didn’t see him.”
Panicked hands grabbed Tony’s arms, fingers digging painfully deep in a grip he couldn’t break.
“He was just suddenly there.”
All Tony could see was a red face and wide eyes and a mouth that wouldn’t stop moving.
“I swear I didn’t see him. I wasn’t going that fast. He didn’t look. He was just there!”
Then other hands grabbed, and other voices started to yell out words that stopped making sense, and Tony finally managed to break free.
He found Lee sitting on the edge of road, his jeans were torn and there was blood on the denim, blood on his shirt, and a smear of scarlet lipstick on the corner of his mouth.
His heart starting to beat again, Tony bent and picked the blue dress up off the pavement.
Together, they watched a cloud of fine silver ash blow away on the breeze.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Although she left Nova Scotia at three, and has lived most of her life since in Ontario, Tanya Huff still considers herself a Maritimer. On the way to the idyllic rural existence she shares with her partner Fiona Patton, six cats, and a Chihuahua, she acquired a degree in Radio and Television Arts from Ryerson Polytechnic—an education she was happy to finally use when writing her SMOKE novels. Of her previous twenty-three books, the five BLOOD novels featuring Henry Fitzroy, a bastard son of Henry VIII, romance writer, and vampire, are among the most popular.
ALSO BY TANYA HUFF
ALSO BY TANYA HUFF
THE BLOOD BOOKS
Blood Price
Blood Trail
Blood Lines
Blood Pact
Blood Debt
THE SMOKE BOOKS
Smoke and Shadows
Smoke and Mirrors
Smoke and Ashes
THE QUARTERS NOVELS
Sing the Four Quarters*
Fifth Quarter*
No Quarter*
The Quartered Sea*
THE KEEPER CHRONICLES
Summon the Keeper
The Second Summoning
Long Hot Summoning
TORIN KERR NOVELS
Valor Novels
Valor's Choice^
The Better Part of Valor^
Heart of Valor
Valor's Trial
The Truth of Valor
Peacekeeper Novels
An Ancient Peace
A Peace Divided
The Privilege of Peace
THE ENCHANTMENT EMPORIUM
The Enchantment Emporium
The Wild Ways
The Future Falls
STANDALONES
The Fire's Stone*
Gate of Darkness, Circle of Light*
Wizard of the Grove
The Silvered
SHORT STORY COLLECTIONS
What Ho, Magic!
Stealing Magic
Relative Magic
Finding Magic
Nights of the Round Table*
February Thaw*
Swan's Braid, and other tales of Terizan*
He Said, Sidhe Said*
Third Time Lucky*
Three Quarters*
The Demon's Den and Other Tales of Valdemar*
*available as a Jabberwocky ebook
^also available in the omnibus A Confederation of Valor
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