Chapter 29
“The dead man's pants are ringing,” Tina said, somewhat needlessly.
“Maybe it's a sales call,” I said. “They have the worst timing.”
Sinclair stepped into the elevator, fished around blank-faced in Alonzo's pants for a minute, then pulled out a small ringing cell phone.
He flipped it open and said, “Dr. Trudeau?”
Ooooh, snap! Except —
He held it out. “It's for you.”
“Did you tell her that now isn't a good time? I mean, just because the phone is ringing doesn't mean—”
“Elizabeth.”
“Okay, but I'm just saying. I mean, obviously this is an important call, but in general, if it'sreally important, they'll call back.” I took the cell phone from Sinclair, who looked like he'd be happy to make me eat it. “Hello?”
“Hello, gorgeous,” Liam drawled. “You having fun in the elevator?”
“Uh, is this the part where you taunt me and leave me clues?”
“Not hardly. I did it. Sophie wanted to, so I'm afraid I had to send her on a bit of a wild-goose chase so I could take care of things for her—”
I looked around at the others. “When you use euphemisms like 'take care of it' and stuff, are we, I just wanted to make sure, are we talking about the same thing?”
“I cut the smug bastard's head off,” Liam said. “After I stuck my .38 in his forehead and pulled the trigger.”
“Oh. Well, it's good that you got that out of your system.” I didn't say his name out loud, though why I was trying to protect the maniac was beyond me. “So, uh, what now?”
“Now nothing, blondie. I just wanted to call you and let you know in case your barrel was swinging over to Sophie. Now listen close, 'cause there might be a test later: I did it. Sophie had nothin' to do with it. She didn't ask me to do it and she didn't know I was gonna go out and take care of it tonight. I told her you called and were looking for her—”
“That seems like a popular strategy today.”
“—and she scooted right over to your place. Then I called Alonzo—”
“How'd you get the number?”
“Hegave it to Sophie. Calledher cell—she's listed up in Embarrass, since she's gotta be accessible—and left her the number in case she wanted to 'work things out.' Boy, if I didn't want to kill him before, I sure woulda after that.”
“I, uh, gave him your number. He was supposed to call her and set up a meeting and apologize.”
“Too late now,” Liam said, totally unmoved.
I turned and walked a little ways away from the group. “Then you came over here and did it?”
“Yep. Then I came back to our room, told Sophie, and we lit on out of here. But I didn't want you guys wondering. It was me.”
“Your friend must have nipped right out of her gourd,” I said in a low voice, but who was I kidding? They were vampires. They could probably hear both ends of the conversation.
“Yep, she was pretty pissed at me. Still is. But we'll work it out.”
“How does this affect your—your earlier plans?”
“Dunno.” I could almost hear him shrug over the phone. “Don't much care right now. She'll turn me when she gets around to it. Right now, we gotta get in the wind.”
“Maybe you don't have to—”
“You ever seen a vampire have a nightmare, Bets?” His voice was lower, too, either because he didn't want Sophie to hear or in response to mine. “It's awful. It's about the worst thing you ever saw. You have nightmares, Bets?”
“No,” I said truthfully. “I don't dream anymore. I didn't think any vampires dreamed.”
“Lucky,” he said, and hung up.
I closed the phone and turned back to the group. “Okay! Where were we? Right, we were leaving.”
“Dr. Trudeau's lover.” Carolina, looking very relieved, glanced around at the others. “Of course! We should have guessed much sooner.”
“What, you're happy?”
“No, just… reassured. Vengeance for a loved one is—”
“An understandable motive,” Tina interrupted. “Like being interested in taking over his properties.”
“Right,” Carolina said, completely missing the sarcasm.
“We're going,” I said.
Chapter 30
“Wow!” Jessica said. “That is—wow! Liam! Sneaking over and icing the vampire—who'd have thought?” She answered her own question. “In retrospect, everyone. And it'sso slick.”
“Slick?”
“Well, Bets, what are you going to do?” I opened my mouth, but Jessica rushed ahead. “Punish him? You can't do anything to him—he's human. If he was a vampire, you could do something, but he's not in your, what do you call it, jurisdiction. Turn him over to the cops? For what, killing a dead guy? Assuming you could find the body—which I bet, thanks to Sinclair's little gray men, I bet you can't—you sure don't want a forensic guy poking around in it.”
“You're giving me a headache,” I muttered.
“Sophie didn't do it, so you guys can't be pissed at her or punish her or anything. And someonedid kill Alonzo, avenging Sophie. The Europeans won't expect you to do anything—they gave you a big hint when they were all uncaring about what to do with his body. In fact…” She shot Sinclair a sly look. “Am I right? Did you tell her?”
“I haven't had the chance, and besides, you're obviously dying to.”
“I hate when you go all Sherlocky on me,” I grumbled.
“They're gone! Aren't they gone?” she asked Sinclair. “I bet they beat feet out of here this very night.”
“They are gone,” Sinclair confirmed.
“What? Already? It's only—” I looked at my watch. It was eight-thirty the next night. Once we'd left the hotel, the evening had been a bust. Sinclair made feeble mention of tracing Sophie's cell through Alonzo's cell, but I waved that away (could it even be done? I didn't know from cell phone technology). Let it go. They were long gone from here, anyway, and Liam probably wouldn't have been dumb enough to hang on to whatever phone he'd used to taunt me from Alonzo's pants. “How do you know?”
“I have been keeping an eye on them, of course,” Sinclair replied, looking surprised at my abysmally stupid question. “They departed as soon as the sun set.”
“They just took off? Without a word to anybody?”
“Of course.” Sinclair was looking like the cat that had eaten fifty canaries.
“But it was such a big deal when they came. And now they're just—what? Sneaking out of town? Aren't they afraid that'll make us mad?”
“They know it won't.”
“It won't?”
“Look at it from their point of view, Majesty,” said Tina. “They are not remotely sure of your power base. They wait almost a year before coming to pay tribute. While they are here, you show evidence of fasting, prayer, powerful allies—vampire and human—live through an attack by a vampire killer—”
“Delk wasn't trying to kill me,” I protested. “He was just having a really shitty day.”
“—publish your life story, maintain a cop and a doctor as blood-sheep—”
“The hell!”
“—kill a zombie sent here for obviously sinister reasons—”
I'd told them about Zombiefest in the car on the way to Alonzo's hotel. They had both been flabbergasted. Both denied ever seeing a zombie in their long, long lives. “We don't know if it was sent, or just wandered in.”
“And, when presented with a moral dilemma, you arranged for the death of a contemporary.”
“But I didn't!”
“From their point of view,” she reminded me.
“Well, how dumb are they?” Imuttered .
“Frankly,” Sinclair said, smiling, “I am surprised they did not skulk out of town quite a bit earlier.”
“So—you're happy? You're happy that those guys think I'm a royal murdering jerk.”
“You should be very happy they think that�
�if you can bear it, Miss Congeniality.”
I stuck a finger in his face. “I told you about that privately. It's private. Private information!Not for sharing with the class!”
“You should never have told Jessica, then,” Tina piped up, “because she told everyone that story.”
“What?” Jessica cried when I looked at her. “You were in the Burnsville paper, for God's sake. It's not like it was a Pentagon secret.”
I turned to Sinclair. “So do we ask Sophie and Liam to leave? Banish them?”
“They banished themselves,” Sinclair said quietly. “They did not return to their home in Embarrass; no one has seen them in days. Too bad; I have questions.”
“Questions like what?”
“Like how a farmer of modest means could have killed one of the oldest, most powerful vampireson the planet.”
“A classic assassination,” Tina pointed out. “He just walked up to him and—well. Alonzo was distracted, apparently. Perhaps Liam got close to him with a lie—I'll be your driver tonight, orders from the Queen, she's the one who had me call. Something. Anything.”
“And he isn't a farmer,” I said. “He lives in a small town, on a farm, but he doesn't work the land. He's retired from the Air Force, Sophie told me.” I nearly groaned as I rememberedwhat she had told me. “Where he used to teach small arms.”
“Small arms?”
“Handguns,” Tina clarified. “Hmm. In hindsight, someone should have been watching those two.”
“I guess I thought Sophie would just wait around for—”What? For me to make a move? For justice ? “Indefinitely,” I finished. “I should have known none of this would sit well with Liam. And he wouldn't think killing Sophie's killer—I mean, I don't get the idea that it's going to be weighing heavy on his mind, you know?”
“Did killing Nostro weigh heavily on yours?” Sinclair asked.
I shook my head; if he was looking for answers, he had the wrong girl. “I'm so fucking thirsty right now,” I admitted, “it's hard to get worked up about anything.”
Jessica edged away.
“I don't think you have to worry,” Tina teased. “You smell so bland and tasteless right now.”
“Hey, that's right!” She brightened. “Vampire repellant.”
“You've always been repellant,” I told her gently.
“Oh, that reminds me. We're redoing the parlor—”
“The second one?”
“No, the first. All the foot traffic in there just reminds me how awful the wallpaper is. Anyway, once the walls were stripped the workmen found something really interesting.”
“Interesting how? Interesting bad? Termites? What?”
“Come and see,” she invited.
I followed her, groaning. What fresh hell was this? Couldn't I ever get a break? And why was Jess even bothering me with this stuff? She knew I was bored to death by anything having to do with the house; not to mention, if there was a real problem it would be her, not me, who would have to take care of it financially.
“Whaaat?” I whined, following her into the parlor.
“Surprise!” a dozen people yelled back. I stared; there was a big happy birthday swag on the far wall; the place was full of multicolored helium balloons, and people were throwing confetti at me. The walls, needless to say, were not stripped at all. Lying bitch.
“You'd think it would be harder to fool a vampire,” my mother was saying, a colorful conical hat perched incongruously in her white hair. “But no.”
“If the vampire is Betsy,” Sinclair said, coming up and putting an arm around me, “it is not so difficult.”
“Shut up. Jeez, you guys! I said, I said no parties.” I was trying not to grin like a chimp. Aw! They'd gone to all this trouble. Balloons everywhere. Streamers. The aforementioned swag. A big table at the far end full of all kinds of pop and wine and even sandwiches. And a big cake at the end—double layer, chocolate frosting. If I knew Jessica's maniac attention to detail, the inside of the cake would be chocolate, the layers filled with chocolate buttercream. Hopefully someone had a blender nearby and could toss a piece in for me.
There was also a gallon of chocolate ice cream in a tub of ice. Now that Icould have, once I mixed it with some milk and made it into a shake.
“Well, I can't stay,” the Ant was saying, giving my mom a narrow-eyed look of (mature!) distaste. “I only came to drop the baby off.” The baby had gotten hold of his birthday hat and was busily chewing on the end of it. I wondered how he'd like chocolate cake. How could I slip him some? It would blow all the circuits in his little head. And the kid would love it. Hee!
“I'll take him. Please, Mrs. Taylor? It's Betsy's special night.”
“Oh, well, uh.” The Ant looked flustered; BabyJon had only spent the night at home and, more and more frequently, my house. “Well, Laura, if you don't mind. He can be a handful.”
“Oh, it's no trouble.” She bent down and scooped him out of his car seat. “I'd love to have him overnight!” She took the hat away from him and he wailed. She whipped a bottle (where had she been keeping it? Her pocket?) into his mouth and the wail was shut off as he sucked energetically.
“Sorry I'm late,” Detective Nick said, rushing into the room. I was amused to see him out of breath. “Did I miss the part where everyone yells surprise and she freaks out? I love that part.”
Honey, you should have seen me last night.
“I ran from the car,” he was saying apologetically to Jessica. “Sorry—got hung up at work.”
“Hey, you're here. Have some cake.” Jessica hugged him, and over her head Sinclair shot me a look. I knew what he was thinking: Nick hadn't been in the room when my mom had made her ill-conceived comment about vampires. So he missed it, so he was still fooled. Or he was still fooling us.
An issue for another time. The larger concern: the Ant wasn't leaving. She and Laura were burbling over BabyJon and the Ant actually took her coat off. Weird!
Further proof that Laura's devilish charm worked on anybody, no matter how freakish or awful.
“Your father couldn't make it,” my mom said through tight lips. “He's sorry.” Wow, if I had a dollar for every time I'd heard that growing up—wait a minute. I think Sinclairdid .
“It's fine.” I meant it. It would be just too weird to have my dad there, too, along with—
Let's see, there was Nick. Jessica and Tina. Sinclair, Marc. The Ant, BabyJon. Cathie—yes, she had just floated in, and was waving to me across the room and talking to another ghost, a much older woman who kept pointing at me and gesturing urgently No doubt a problem Cathie could handle herself, as she had suggested before.
Marjorie the librarian, scarfing up the free wine. Toni and Garrett. No Sophie and Liam, of course, but I actually looked around the room anyway. It made me sad; under “normal” circumstances, they could have—and would have—come. And obviously, no Delk.
I cheered up a little when I saw Carolina! Wait a minute, wha—yep, there she was, standing awkwardly in front of a bowl of potato chips.
I gestured and she came over to me at once, looking almost relieved. Not one for parties, this one. Or nervous aboutthis party. “What are you doing here? I heard you guys were all on a plane out of town.”
“Oh, well.” She shrugged and looked down. “The others were in rather a hurry to get back—the business, you know, and various personal issues. But I—I wanted to see you, when you weren't under so much stress.”
“Well, I'm glad you came.” She smiled uncertainly and I took her hand. “Really, Carolina. I'm glad you're here.”
“Oh, well,” she said again, and looked away with a slightly more real smile. “Really, I couldn't stay away. It's been—it's been many years since I was at a birthday party. And never a surprise one.”
“Yes, lucky me.” I gave Jessica and Sinclair a sideways look. “Well, this one wasn't supposed to be. I remember saying repeatedly—”
“Oh, knock it off, bitch, you know you love it.” Jess
ica waved my objection away. “Tell me you didn't love it when you saw all the shit on the walls and all these people here foryour birthday.”
“Yeah, well, my birthday isn't until tomorrow.”
“A masterful way to throw you off guard,” Sinclair put in (not that anybody was talking to him). “Which succeeded brilliantly, I might add.”
“This is good practice for our wedding rehearsal,” I told him, which wiped the smirk off his face. The big day was three months away, and I doubted if he knew what time it was or where to show up.
“So, thirty-one,” Marc said, coming up to our little group.
Carolina laughed out loud, earning mystified looks from my mother. I loved it—the one nice thing about ancient vampires is, they could make you feel young.
“Hey, I didn't not invite you over to my forbidden surprise party to have you insult me. God, look at all that pop. I could really use a big glass of Coke with a ton of ice.”
“And I would get it for you,” Sinclair said, “except that is not what youreally want.”
“Can you step out in the hall with me?” I asked seriously. “I wanted to ask you something about Liam.”
“Oh.” Sinclair looked surprised, then set down his wineglass, took my hand, inclined his head to the group, and said, “Excuse us.”
He led me swiftly to the hall and asked, “What is it? Did he call again? Threaten you?”
“No, dumb ass. It was a ruse. A ploy, a subterfuge.” I slung my arms around his neck and pulled him close. “It's my birthday and I wanted to get you alone.”
“It is not technically… mmmm.” He shut up (finally) and we kissed, made out, groped, and groaned in the hallway like a couple of teenagers sneaking out past curfew.
“Oh, Elizabeth, I do love you. I—ah!” He groaned as my teeth broke the skin on his neck, as I pulled the blood from him in a sweet winey flow, as I fell off the blood wagon with a big old crash. Sinclair was right beside me for the fall.
“I've been thinking,” I murmured, licking his throat, his lower lip, the tip of his right fang. “This fast. It didn't prove anything. It didn't make me a better vampire.” If anything, it made me a bitchier one. “It's not where and when you drink blood, it's—” I couldn't think of the rest of the platitude. How you drink it? Who you drink it from? If you have it in a fancy glass with a cocktail umbrella? Whatever. I was distracted. Possibly because he had bitten me, was sucking on my throat so hard he'd pulled me to my tiptoes. “Anyway,” I managed, trying not to flail and gasp, “I'm going to drink again, but only from you. And you'll drink only from me. Right?”
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