We finally reached Theo’s office without further incident, though my heart pounded furiously the entire way as my brain kept telling me, Go! Go! Go! Theo and Eddie were chatting Court politics when our group entered. Eddie immediately leapt up and went for Theo, recognizing it was time to go. He had Theo in a choke hold as efficiently as Giovanni had managed earlier, and I was glad someone else was doing this dirty work besides me. Unfortunately, Theo managed a good yelp before passing out and falling to the ground.
Immediately, the two guardians who had escorted us in earlier charged the office. Eddie and I jumped into the fray, and Lissa and Victor got Giovanni in on it too. To make things more difficult, just after we subdued one of the guardians, Giovanni broke out of the compulsion and began fighting against us. Worse, he ran to the wall where I discovered—too late—there was another silver alarm button. He slammed his fist against it, and a piercing wail filled the air.
“Shit!” I yelled.
Lissa’s skills weren’t in physical fighting, and Victor wasn’t much better. It was all on me and Eddie to finish these last two—and we had to do it fast. The second of the escort guardians went down, and then it was just us and Giovanni. He got a good hit in on me—one that knocked my head against the wall. It wasn’t good enough to make me pass out, but the world spun and black and white spots danced before my eyes. It froze me up for a moment, but then Eddie was on him, and Giovanni was soon no longer a threat.
Eddie took my arm to steady me, and then the four of us immediately ran out of the room. I glanced back at the unconscious bodies, again hating myself for it. There was no time for guilt, though. We had to get out. Now. Every guardian in this prison would be here in less than a minute.
Our group ran to the front doors, only to discover them locked from the inside. Eddie swore and told us to wait. He ran back to Theo’s office and returned with one of the security cards that Giovanni had often swiped at the doors. Sure enough, this one let us out, and we made a mad dash for the rental car. We piled in, and I was glad Victor kept up with all of us and made none of his annoying comments.
Eddie stepped on the gas and headed back toward the way we’d come in. I sat beside him in the front. “I guarantee the gate guy’s going to know about the alarm,” I warned. Our original hope had been to simply leave and tell him there’d been a paperwork mix-up after all.
“Yup,” Eddie agreed, face hard. Sure enough, the guardian stepped out of his gatehouse, arms waving.
“Is that a gun?” I exclaimed.
“I’m not stopping to find out.” Eddie pushed hard on the gas, and when the guardian realized we were coming through regardless, he jumped out of the way. We crashed through the wooden arm that blocked the road, leaving it a mess of splinters.
“Bud’s gonna keep our deposit,” I said.
Behind us, I heard the sounds of gunshots. Eddie swore again, but as we sped away, the shots grew fainter, and soon, we were out of range. He exhaled. “If those had hit our tires or windows, we’d have had a lot more to worry about than a deposit.”
“They’re going to send people after us,” said Victor from the backseat. Once again, Lissa had moved as far from him as she could. “Trucks are probably leaving right now.”
“You don’t think we guessed that?” I snapped. I knew he was trying to be helpful, but he was the last person I wanted to hear from at the moment. Even as I spoke, I peered back and saw the dark shapes of two vehicles speeding down the road after us. They were gaining quickly, leaving no question that the SUVs would soon catch up to our little compact car.
I looked at our GPS. “We need to turn soon,” I warned Eddie, not that he needed my advice.
We’d mapped out an escape route beforehand, one that took lots and lots of twisty turns on these remote back roads. Fortunately, there were a lot of them. Eddie made a hard left and then almost an immediate right. Still, the pursuing vehicles stayed with us in the rearview mirror. It wasn’t until a few turns later that the road behind us stayed clear.
Tense silence filled the car as we waited for the guardians to catch up. They didn’t. We’d made too many confusing turns, but it took nearly ten minutes for me to accept that we might have actually pulled this off.
“I think we lost them,” said Eddie, the wonder in his voice matching my feelings. His face was still lined with worry, his hands gripping the wheel hard.
“We won’t lose them until we clear Fairbanks,” I said. “I’m sure they’ll search it, and it’s not that big.”
“Where are we going?” asked Victor. “If I’m allowed to ask.”
I squirmed around in my seat so that I could look him in the eye. “That’s what you’re going to tell us. As hard as it is to believe, we didn’t do all that just because we missed your pleasant company.”
“That is hard to believe.”
I narrowed my eyes. “We want to find your brother. Robert Doru.”
I had the satisfaction of momentarily catching Victor off guard. Then his sly look returned. “Of course. This is a follow-up to Abe Mazur’s request, isn’t it? I should have known he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Of course, I never would have guessed you were in league with him.”
Victor apparently didn’t know I was actually in the familial league with Abe, and I wasn’t about to enlighten him. “Irrelevant,” I said coldly. “Now, you’re going to take us to Robert. Where is he?”
“You forget, Rose,” mused Victor. “You aren’t the one with compulsion here.”
“No, but I am the one who can tie you up by the side of the road and make an anonymous call back to the prison with your whereabouts.”
“How do I know you won’t get what you want from me and then turn me back in anyway?” he asked. “I have no reason to trust you.”
“You’re right. I sure as hell wouldn’t trust me. But if things work out, there’s a chance we might let you go afterward.” No, there really wasn’t. “Is this something you want to gamble on? You’ll never get another opportunity like this, and you know it.”
Victor had no witty quip for that. Score another one for me.
“So,” I continued, “are you going to take us to him or not?”
Thoughts I couldn’t read churned behind his eyes. No doubt he was scheming about how he could work this to his advantage, probably figuring out how to escape us before we even reached Robert. It was what I would have done.
“Las Vegas,” Victor said at last. “We need to go to Las Vegas.”
EIGHT
AFTER THE BITCHING I’D DONE to Abe about always going to remote, crappy places, I should have been excited about the prospect of going to Sin City. Alas, I had a few reservations about my next epic trip. First of all, somewhere like Las Vegas was the last place I would expect a semi-crazy recluse to be. From the bits and pieces I’d heard, Robert had dropped off the radar and wanted to be alone. A busy, tourist-filled city didn’t really fit that description. Second, cities like that were perfect feeding grounds for Strigoi. Crowded. Reckless. Low inhibitions. Very easy for people to disappear—especially when most of them were out at night.
Part of me was certain it had to be a trick on Victor’s part, but he swore up and down that it was true. So, with no other leads, Las Vegas became our next destination. We didn’t have much time to debate the matter anyway, knowing the guardians would be searching Fairbanks for us. Admittedly, Lissa’s charms had altered our appearances enough that they wouldn’t be looking for people with our descriptions. They knew what Victor looked like, though, so the sooner we were out of Alaska, the better.
Unfortunately, we had a slight problem.
“Victor has no ID,” said Eddie. “We can’t take him on a plane.”
It was true. All of Victor’s possessions had been seized by prison authorities, and in the midst of disabling surveillance and taking out half a dozen guardians, we’d hardly had time to go searching for his personal stuff. Lissa’s compulsion was phenomenal, but she was exhausted after wielding so much at th
e prison. Besides, guardians would likely be watching the airport.
Our “friend” Bud the car rental guy provided the solution. He hadn’t been thrilled to see his car returned with all the scratches from Eddie’s daredevil driving, but enough cash had finally stopped the human’s muttering about “renting to a bunch of kids.” It was Victor who thought of an alternative plan and suggested it to Bud.
“Is there a private airport nearby? With flights we might charter?”
“Sure,” said Bud. “But it won’t be cheap.”
“It’s not an issue,” I said.
Bud eyed us askance. “Did you guys rob a bank or something?”
No, but we were packing a lot of currency. Lissa had a trust fund that doled her out monthly money until she was eighteen, as well as a high-limit credit card. I had a credit card of my own, leftover from when I’d sweet-talked Adrian into funding my Russian trip. I’d let go of the rest of my assets, like the huge bank account he’d set up. But, wrong or not, I’d decided to keep one card on hand, just in case of emergency.
This was certainly an emergency, so we used the card to pay for part of the private plane’s cost. The pilot couldn’t take us as far as Las Vegas, but he could take us to Seattle, where he was able to connect us with another pilot he knew who could go the rest of the way. More money.
“And Seattle again,” I mused, just before the plane took off. The little jet’s interior had a set of four seats, two on each side facing each other. I sat next to Victor, and Eddie sat across from him. We figured that was the best protective configuration.
“What about Seattle?” asked Eddie, puzzled.
“Never mind.”
Little private jets aren’t nearly as fast as big commercial ones, and our trip took a large part of the day. During it, I continued asking Victor about his brother’s role in Las Vegas and finally got the answer I wanted. Victor would have had to tell us eventually, but I think he’d gotten a sadistic thrill out of prolonging the answer.
“Robert doesn’t live in Las Vegas proper,” he explained. “He has a small house—a cabin, I suppose—out by Red Rock Canyon, miles outside the city.”
Ah. Now that was more what I’d expected. Lissa stiffened at the mention of a cabin, and I felt unease through the bond. When Victor had kidnapped her, he’d taken her to a cabin in the woods and tortured her there. I gave her as reassuring a look as I could. It was times like these I wished the bond worked both ways so that I could truly send her comfort.
“So we’ll go out there?”
Victor snorted. “Certainly not. Robert values his privacy too much. He wouldn’t let strangers come to his home. But he’ll come to the city if I ask.”
Lissa eyed me. Victor could be setting us up. He had lots of supporters. Now that he’s out, he could call them instead of Robert to meet us.
I gave her a tiny nod, again wishing I could respond back through the bond. I’d thought of this as well. It was imperative we never leave Victor alone to make unsupervised calls. And actually, this plan to meet in Las Vegas itself made me feel better. For our own safety from Victor’s henchmen, it was better to be in the city than out in the middle of nowhere.
“Seeing as I’ve been so helpful,” said Victor, “I have the right to know what you want with my brother.” He glanced at Lissa. “Looking for spirit lessons? You had to have done some excellent investigative work to find out about him.”
“You have no right to know about our plans,” I retorted sharply. “And seriously? If you’re keeping track of who’s been the most helpful here, we are totally beating you on the score-card. You’ve got a ways to go to catch up after what we did at Tarasov.”
Victor’s only response was a small smile.
Some of our flight time took place at night, which meant it was early morning when we landed in Las Vegas. The safety of sunlight. I was surprised to see how crowded the airport was. The private one in Seattle had had a fair amount of planes, but the Fairbanks airport had nearly been deserted. This strip was chock-full of little jets, many of them screaming “luxury.” I shouldn’t have been surprised. Las Vegas was the playground of celebrities and other wealthy people, many of whom probably couldn’t lower themselves to fly commercial with ordinary passengers.
There were taxis there, sparing us the ordeal of another rental car. But when the driver asked us where we were going, we all stayed silent. I turned to Victor.
“The middle of the city, right? The Strip?”
“Yes,” he agreed. He’d been certain Robert would want to meet strangers somewhere very public. Somewhere he could easily flee.
“The Strip’s a big place,” said the driver. “You got any place in particular or should I just drop you off in the middle of the street?”
Silence fell over us. Lissa shot me a meaningful look. “The Witching Hour?”
I considered it. Las Vegas was a favorite place for some Moroi. The bright sun made it less appealing for Strigoi, and the windowless casinos created comfortable, dark atmospheres. The Witching Hour was a hotel and casino we’d all heard of. While it had plenty of human customers, it was actually owned by Moroi, so it had lots of clandestine features to make it a great getaway for vampires. Feeders in back rooms. Special Moroi-only lounges. A fair number of guardians on patrol.
Guardians . . .
I shook my head and glanced sideways at Victor. “We can’t take him there.” Of all the hotels in Las Vegas, the Witching Hour was the last we’d want to go to. Victor’s escape had to be breaking news all over the Moroi world. Taking him into Vegas’s largest concentration of Moroi and guardians was probably the worst thing we could do at this point.
In the rearview mirror, the driver’s face looked impatient. It was Eddie who finally piped up. “The Luxor.”
He and I were in the backseat, with Victor between us, and I peered over. “Where did that come from?”
“It puts distance between us and the Witching Hour.” Eddie suddenly looked a little sheepish. “And I’ve always wanted to stay there. I mean, if you’re coming to Vegas, why not stay in a pyramid?”
“You can’t fault that logic,” said Lissa.
“The Luxor it is,” I said to the driver.
We rode in silence, all of us—well, except for Victor—staring at the sights in awe. Even in the daytime, the streets of Las Vegas were teeming with people. The young and glamorous walked side by side with older couples from Middle America, who’d probably saved and saved to make this trip. The hotels and casinos we passed were huge, flashy, and inviting.
And when we reached the Luxor . . . yup. It was just like Eddie had said. A hotel shaped like a pyramid. I stared up at it when we got out of the car, trying hard not to let my jaw drop like the starry-eyed tourist I was. I paid the driver and we headed inside. I didn’t know how long we’d be staying, but we definitely needed a room as our base of operation.
Stepping into the hotel was like being back in the night-clubs in Saint Petersburg and Novosibirsk. Flashing lights and the overwhelming scent of smoke. And noise. Noise, noise, noise. The slot machines beeped and rang, chips fell, people yelled in dismay or delight, and the low thrum of conversation filled the room like humming bees. I grimaced. The stimuli grated on my senses.
We passed through the casino’s edge to get to the front desk, where the attendant didn’t even blink at three teenagers and an old man getting a room together. I had to imagine that around here, they saw it all. Our room was average-size, with two double beds, and somehow we’d lucked out with an amazing view. Lissa stood at the window, entranced by the sights of people and cars on the Strip below, but I jumped straight to business.
“Okay, call him,” I ordered Victor. He’d settled down on one of the beds, hands crossed and expression serene, as though he truly were on vacation. Despite that smug smile, I could see the fatigue etched on his face. Even with his blood refill, the escape and long trip had been exhausting, and the effects of his slowly returning disease were naturally taking a toll o
n his physical strength.
Victor immediately reached for the hotel’s phone, but I shook my head. “Liss, let him use your cell. I want a record of this number.”
She gingerly handed the phone over, as though he might contaminate it. He took it and gave me a nigh-angelic look. “I don’t suppose I could have some privacy? It’s been so long since Robert and I have talked.”
“No,” I snapped. The harshness in my voice startled even me, and it occurred to me Lissa wasn’t the only one suffering from all the spirit used today.
Victor gave a small shrug and began dialing. He’d told us on one of the flights that he had Robert’s number memorized, and I had to take it on faith that that was who he was calling. I also had to hope Robert’s number hadn’t changed. Of course, even if Victor hadn’t seen his brother in years, Victor had only been imprisoned a short while and had probably kept tabs on Robert beforehand.
Tension filled the room as we waited while the phone rang. A moment later, I heard a voice answer through the phone’s speaker—though I couldn’t make out the exact words.
“Robert,” said Victor pleasantly, “it’s Victor.”
This received a frantic response on the other end. I only could hear half of the conversation, but it was intriguing. Victor first had to spend a lot of time convincing Robert that he was out of prison. Apparently, Robert wasn’t so removed from Moroi society that he was out of touch with current news. Victor told him that the details would be revealed later and then began making his pitch for Robert to come meet us.
It took a long time. I got the feeling that Robert lived in fear and paranoia, which reminded me of Ms. Karp when she’d been in the advanced stages of spirit’s insanity. Lissa’s gaze stayed fixed on the scene outside the window during the entire call, but her feelings mirrored mine: fear that this could someday be her fate. Or mine as well, if I siphoned away spirit’s effects. The image of the Tarasov sign flashed briefly through her mind: WARNING—NOW ENTERING PRISONER AREA (PSYCHIATRIC).
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