A Bite to Remember (18 page)

“An ambulance is the best bet,” Marguerite announced. When Jackie and Vincent glanced her way, she shrugged. “Stephano was mortal. An ambulance would be called in. And the police. They would take the body away.”

Jackie nodded. If they just snuck him out of the building, the saboteur might suspect he didn’t die. But…“How do we handle the EMTs?”

“Either Aunt Marguerite or myself could control the ambulance attendants,” Vincent suggested. “Travel with them and have Stephano delivered to my house, and then wipe the memories of the EMTs.”

“I’ll do that,” Marguerite offered. “That way, you can stay here and handle the police when they come, then see if the saboteur managed to get the information we were looking for or not.”

“Thank you, Aunt Marguerite,” Vincent murmured as Jackie moved to the phone to place the call to emergency services. She kept her call vague, saying only that they needed an ambulance and the police at V.A. Productions. She didn’t want to say anything that might be questioned later. Marguerite could put the idea in the attendant’s heads that it was just a minor injury to one of the workers and Vincent could do the same with the police, but not if she called saying someone had been stabbed.

“They’re on their way,” Jackie announced as she hung up.

Vincent nodded and then glanced at his aunt. “How much blood do you have at the house?”

“Enough to see him through a day or so, at least,” Marguerite said.

“I’ll arrange for more,” he murmured and then the three of them turned sharply toward the door as it suddenly opened and a man filled the doorway.

Tall, slender, in a dark suit and with jet-black hair, the man smiled at them in greeting. “I thought I heard voices in here.”

“Neil.” Vincent sounded shocked and Jackie supposed, like herself, he’d forgotten all about Stephano’s brother and the fact that he should be arriving soon.

“I just got in,” Neil Notte admitted, still smiling. “Amelia told me you were here with your aunt and another lady. She said you were looking for Stephano. Have you found—?”

His mouth froze open as his gaze found the man on the floor. He paled and alarm immediately filled his face, then he rushed forward. Jackie moved to close the door he’d left open, then turned to see him kneeling beside Stephano. Vincent knelt beside him, speaking in quiet tones, but there was confusion on Neil’s face and he kept saying, “What?” over and over, making Vincent repeat himself. Jackie watched silently for a moment, then shifted uncomfortably and turned to the door.

“I’m going to go wait for the ambulance and police to bring them here. Try not to let anyone else in.”

Without waiting for a response, she slipped out of the room and crossed the secretary’s office to the hall.

It was nearly dawn when Jackie led Vincent into the kitchen of his home. Tiny and Marguerite sat at the table playing poker, but stopped their game and began to gather the cards together when they entered. Apparently, the pair had simply been trying to pass the time until their return.

“You took a lot longer than I expected. I was starting to worry,” Tiny said in a deep rumbling voice as he got to his feet. “Are you hungry?”

Jackie shook her head. “I ate in the cafeteria at the office.”

Tiny nodded. “Coffee?”

“Yes, please,” Jackie murmured as Vincent pulled a chair out for her.

“I’ll make fresh,” Tiny said and moved to the counter to match action to words.

“Did you also eat, Vincent?” Marguerite asked, eyeing his pale face with concern as he took the seat next to Jackie.

“I grabbed a bite at the office,” Vincent answered brusquely.

Jackie ignored the look he cast her way and ran a hand through her hair. Vincent hadn’t had a chance to go out and feed before they’d headed for his production company, something Jackie hadn’t even thought of before they’d headed out. She hadn’t thought of it until halfway through the evening when she’d noticed that not only was he frightfully pale, but his jaw was tight-clenched and there were lines of pain by his eyes.

Realizing he needed to feed, and knowing Vincent wouldn’t leave what was happening at the company to take care of the matter, it was Jackie who’d suggested he feed on one of
his human employees. She didn’t know which of them had been more shocked at her suggestion, but after closing his gaping mouth, Vincent had refused the suggestion, reminding her that he didn’t feed on his employees. However, once she’d made the suggestion, Jackie had recognized the practicality of it. She needed Vincent to be at full strength and thinking clearly at the moment, which meant he needed to feed. So she’d persisted until he’d given in. That didn’t mean he was happy with doing so, and from the looks he was casting her way, Vincent seemed to be blaming her for what he’d done.

“You need more.” Marguerite’s tone was uncompromising. “The cramping from dehydration has already started.”

Jackie glanced at Vincent sharply and frowned. While he seemed pale, she didn’t see the lines of pain around his eyes that she’d noted earlier, but Marguerite sounded so certain Jackie couldn’t doubt her. She supposed that meant he’d
really
been suffering by the time she’d noticed his need today.

“I’ll go out later.” Vincent waved her concern away, then endeavored to change the subject by asking, “How is Stephano?”

“Neil is with him,” Marguerite answered. “I’ve told him several times that I’d sit with Stephano to give him a break, but he won’t leave his side.”

Vincent nodded at this news, apparently not surprised. “Did you have any problems with the EMTs?”

“No. That all went smoothly. Neil handled one, while I took the other.”

“Good, good.” Vincent ran one hand wearily through his hair, then asked, “Has everything else been all right here today? There were no problems?”

Marguerite hesitated and then heaved a deep sigh when Tiny sent her a meaningful glance as he turned on the coffeepot and approached the table. Without saying anything, the older vampire reached to the side, picked up a newspaper, unfolded it, and laid it on the table.

Vincent raised his eyebrows, but peered down at the open front page. A headshot of a woman filled a quarter of the front page and he frowned at the grainy picture of the pretty young blonde for several moments before speaking.

“She looks familiar,” Vincent commented, his eyebrows drawn together and Jackie leaned closer to read the byline under the photo.
Body of beautiful young actress found in the hills.

“She was at the club you took me to the night I arrived,” Marguerite said quietly.

Vincent’s eyes widened with recognition. “I fed on her.”

Marguerite nodded.

Frowning, Jackie pulled the paper closer and quickly read the article. It seemed the woman had gone missing early last evening while she and Vincent had been handling the police at V.A. Productions. Her body, mutilated and drained of blood, had been found in the hills at around ten o’clock. Jackie was surprised the story had made the morning paper. They must’ve scrambled to get it in, though there wasn’t really much information; just the picture and a paragraph with the bare bones of the story.

“The next one will be someone you chose,” Vincent
murmured the words that were presently running through Jackie’s own mind.

“That was what I first thought of too,” Marguerite admitted.

They were all silent. This was bad. This woman was someone Vincent had chosen to feed on. It meant the saboteur had to have followed him that night…and still may be doing so. Now that the saboteur had stepped up the game to murder, anyone Vincent fed on…he might be marking them for death.

Jackie glanced at Vincent. She saw the recognition of this in the horror on his face and frowned. He looked even paler than he had. In that moment, she knew without a doubt that he’d refuse to go out and feed on anyone else until this was resolved…but he
had
to feed. He would die horribly and painfully if he didn’t.

“Tiny, order a pizza,” she said grimly.

“I thought you weren’t hungry,” the giant said with surprise. “I can make some—”

“Pizza,” Jackie said firmly. “Order it to be delivered.”

The moment Tiny nodded and moved to pick up the phone, Jackie took the paper away from Vincent and set it aside. “Don’t worry about this. This is done. There is nothing you can do about this.”

“Jackie’s right,” Tiny said as he finished his phone call to the pizza place and hung up. “There’s nothing you can do about that now, let’s concentrate on what we can do. Had the saboteur removed the list from the accountant’s office?”

“From the accounting office and every other office in the building. The entire play—along with its employees—has
been erased from the computer files at the company. From every department. So have all hard copy files,” she announced glumly, as she watched the giant retrieve three coffee cups and move toward the pot as it spat out the last bit of coffee.

After seeing Stephano, Marguerite, and Neil out with the ambulance attendants, Vincent had handled the police. He’d taken them into Phillip’s office to control their minds and put the least damaging story in their thoughts before sending them on their way too. The two of them had then made a complete tour of the building, stopping at his office first to tell Sharon that Stephano had been murdered.

Leaving her to spread the news, they’d then gone on to check every file room and computer in the building for information on the play
Dracula, the Musical
. They’d come up with nothing. The saboteur had gotten there first…again.

Tiny’s mouth tightened as he poured the coffees. “So, the saboteur did come in after the papers that night…He’s very thorough.”

“Yes,” Jackie said unhappily. Criminals were sometimes stupid, but even the intelligent ones often slipped up, leaving some trail to follow. This man was neither stupid, nor making mistakes. At least, none she’d found yet.

“What do we do now?” Vincent asked.

Jackie frowned. “There’s a possibility Stephano won’t be able to tell us who attacked him. From what Marguerite said earlier, he might be harder to read or wipe, but the saboteur may have managed it. He just might not have been sure the memory wiping took and stabbed him to be certain he couldn’t tell anyone who he was.”

Vincent frowned at the possibility.

“So, we should really proceed as if he can’t tell us.”

“How? What do we do?”

Jackie opened her mouth to speak, then paused as the buzzer sounded, announcing someone at the gate. Tiny stood and moved to the panel by the door that led into the garage. He turned on the monitor and Jackie wasn’t surprised when it turned out to be the pizza delivery. She watched the giant push the button to open the gate, then reached into her pocket and withdrew a twenty-dollar bill, which she handed to Vincent.

“What’s that for?” he asked with a scowl.

“For you to pay the pizza boy,” she said mildly.

“Why would I pay the pizza boy?” he asked with surprise.

“Because it isn’t for me, it’s for you,” Jackie explained patiently. When he stared at her blankly, she heaved a sigh and turned to Marguerite to comment, “Bastien once told me that your daughter was a hemaphobic.”

“Yes, but she’s cured now,” Marguerite assured her, obviously pleased to make the announcement.

Jackie nodded. “Yes, he told me that too. But I gather that she could only feed herself by biting and that there were occasions when you would order pizza so that she could feed off the delivery person?”

“Ah.” Marguerite smiled with surprised pleasure. “Smart girl.”

They both turned to peer at Vincent as realization dawned on his expression. For a moment, there was a struggle on his face, then he tightened his mouth and shook his head. “I can’t feed on him. If the saboteur—”

“Have you ever ordered pizza to feed your hunger on the pizza deliverer?” she asked patiently. When he shook his head, Jackie nodded her satisfaction. She’d suspected not. “Then the saboteur will think the pizza is for your human houseguests, won’t he? Which leaves the delivery boy safe from being marked for death by your saboteur.” I hope, she added silently, her gaze sliding to the kitchen door as the front doorbell sounded.

Vincent’s gaze swiveled toward the kitchen door, but he made no move to get up.

“Vincent, you need to feed,” she said quietly. “This is the safest meal I can offer you. Please go collect the pizza.”

When he continued to hesitate, Marguerite stood and headed for the door. “I shall let the boy in and take him to the office.”

Jackie watched her go, then turned to Vincent. “Go. Feed off him and tip him well for your conscience if you must, but feed. And do it quickly. If he’s in and out quickly, there’s less chance the saboteur will even consider the possibility that you fed off him.”

Vincent’s eyes widened abruptly and he got to his feet. Waving away the money she held out to him, he reached for his own wallet as he hurried out of the room.

Jackie sat back in her seat with a sigh of relief. The problem of feeding him had been handled…at least for tonight.

“That takes care of tonight, but what will we do about his need to feed tomorrow?” Tiny asked in an unhappy rumble, his thoughts running along the same line as hers. “I don’t think he’ll go out and feed if it might mean marking
someone for the saboteur to target. He needs to feed.”

“I know,” Jackie said unhappily and pushed one weary hand through her hair. “I’ll have to think of something.”

Tiny nodded and then changed the subject. “Neil is grateful for what Vincent did by turning Stephano, but doesn’t seem to think his brother will be.”

Jackie glanced at him with surprise. “Why?”

“He says that when his mother married her husband and became immortal, she offered to use her right to turn one immortal on Stephano, so that he would be immortal like the rest of the family, but he refused. He said he’d take the hand fate had dealt him.”

Jackie considered that, wondering how she’d feel if she was turned without her permission. It was considered a nono to turn someone without their consent, unless it was an emergency and their consent couldn’t be gained. As had been the case with Stephano.