Bloody Bones (22 page)

He laughed, but it wasn't pleasant, it was bitter like the touch of steel wool. Something to irritate rather than entice. “Our luggage has not arrived, has it, my wolf?”

“No, master,” Jason said.

“Your coffin hasn't arrived?” I asked.

“Either I have chosen a very lax skycab, or . . .” He let the words trail off, face bland and pleasant.

“Or what?” Larry asked.

“
Ma petite
.”

“You think the local master took your coffin,” I said.

“A punishment for entering her territory without observing all the social niceties.” He looked at me when he said it.

“I suppose that's my fault,” I said.

He gave that infuriating shrug. “I could have said no,
ma petite
.”

“Stop being so civilized about it.”

“Would you be happier if I was angry?” His voice was very mild when he said it.

“Maybe,” I said. It would have made me feel less guilty, but I didn't say that out loud.

“Go to the airport and find our luggage if you can, Jason. Bring it back to Anita's room.”

“Wait a minute. You are not moving into my room.”

“It is nearly dawn,
ma petite
. I have no choice. Tomorrow we will find other accommodations.”

“You planned this.”

He gave a short, bitter laugh. “Even my deviousness knows some bounds,
ma petite
. I would not willingly be without my coffin this close to dawn.”

“What are you going to do without your coffin?” Larry asked. He looked anxious.

Jean-Claude smiled. “Do not fear, Lawrence, all I need is darkness, or rather lack of sunlight. The coffin itself is not absolutely necessary, simply more secure.”

“I've never known a vampire that didn't sleep in a coffin,” I said.

“If I am underground in a secure place, I forego my coffin. Though truthfully, once daylight finds me I am insensible and could sleep on a bed of nails and not know it.”

I wasn't sure I believed him. He worked harder than most at passing for human.

“You will see the truth of my words soon enough,
ma petite
.”

“That's what I'm afraid of,” I said.

“You can sleep on the couch if you prefer, but I am telling you truly that once full daylight arrives I will be harmless, helpless if you like. I would be unable to molest you even if I wanted to.”

“And what other fairy tales am I supposed to believe? I've seen you move around after dawn, hidden from light, but you worked just fine.”

“After eight hours or so of sleep, if it is still daylight I can move around, true, but I doubt you will stay abed for eight hours. You have clients or something, a murder investigation, some business that will take you out and about.”

“If I leave you alone, who'll see that some maid doesn't come in, pull the curtains back and French fry you?”

The smile widened. “Concern over my well-being. I am touched.”

I looked at him. He looked pleasant, amused, but it was a mask. His expression when he didn't want you to know what he was thinking, but didn't want you to know that he didn't want you to know. “What are you up to?”

“For once,
ma petite
, nothing.”

“Yeah, right.”

“If I find the coffin, I'll need to rent a truck,” Jason said.

“You can use our Jeep,” Larry said.

I glared at him. “No, he can't.”

“Think of it as expediency,
ma petite
. If Jason must rent a truck, then I may have to spend another day in your bed. I know you do not want that.” There was amusement in his voice, and an undercurrent of something else. It might have been bitterness.

“I'll drive,” Larry said.

“No, you won't,” I said.

“It's almost dawn, Anita. I'll be alright.”

I shook my head. “No.”

“You can't treat me like a kid brother forever. I can drive the Jeep.”

“I promise not to eat him,” Jason said.

Larry held out his hand for the keys. “You have to trust me sometime.”

I just looked at him.

“I promise to shoot anything, human or monster, that threatens me while I'm gone.” He made the Boy Scout sign, three fingers to heaven. “You can bail me out of jail and explain that I was just following orders.”

I sighed. “Alright, dammit.” I gave him the keys.

He grinned at me. “Thanks.”

I shook my head. “Just hurry back, okay?”

“Anything you say.”

“Just get out of here, and be careful.”

Larry left with Jason trailing behind. I stared at the door after it closed, wondering if I should have gone with them. Knowing that Larry would have gotten mad, but mad was better than dead. Hell, it was a simple errand; go to the airport and pick up a coffin. What could go wrong with less than an hour of darkness left? Shit.

“You cannot protect him, Anita.”

“I can try.”

Jean-Claude gave that infuriating shrug that meant anything you wanted it to mean, and nothing at all. “Shall we retire to your room,
ma petite
?”

I opened my mouth to tell him he could bunk with Larry, but didn't say it. I didn't really believe he'd munch on Larry, but I was sure he wouldn't munch on me. “Sure,” I said.

He looked a little surprised, as if he'd expected an
argument. But I was all out of argument tonight. He could have the bed. I'd take the couch. What could be more innocent? Biker Nuns from Hell, but besides that.

19

I
COULD FEEL
dawn pressing against the windows like a cool hand when we got back to my room. It was very near. Jean-Claude smiled at me. “The first time I manage to share a hotel room with you, and there is no time.” He gave an elaborate sigh. “Things never work as I plan with you,
ma petite
.”

“Maybe that's a hint,” I said.

“Perhaps.” He glanced at the closed drapes. “I must go,
ma petite
. Until darkness.” He shut the bedroom door a little hurriedly. I could feel the coming light pressing around the building. I'd noticed over the years of hunting vamps that I'd become aware of dawn, and sunset. There had been times when I'd struggled from disaster to disaster just to stay alive until that soft growing pressure of light could sweep the sky and save my cookies. For the first time I wondered what it would be like to see it as a danger instead of a blessing.

After he'd closed the door I realized my suitcase was in the bedroom. Damn. I hesitated, and finally knocked. No answer. I opened the door just a crack, then farther. He wasn't in there. Water ran in the bathroom. A line of light showed under the door. What did vampires do in bathrooms? Better not to know.

I grabbed my suitcase from the floor and carried it out before the bathroom door could open. I did not want to see him again. I did not want to see what happened to him when the sun rose.

When the sun had risen enough to pulse against the closed drapes like pale lemon liquid, I changed into a t-shirt and
jeans. I had a robe with me, but if I was going to greet both Larry and Jason I wanted to be wearing some pants.

I called down for extra blankets and a pillow. No one bitched that it was a quarter past dawn, and a strange time to need bedclothes. They just brought the stuff. True class. The maid didn't even glance at the closed bedroom door.

I spread the blanket on the couch and stared at it. It was a pretty couch but didn't look terribly comfortable. Oh, well, virtue had its punishments. Of course, maybe it wasn't virtue that kept me out of the bedroom. If it had been Richard curled up in the next room, then only moral fortitude would have kept me out. With Jean-Claude . . . I had never seen him after dawn when he was dead to the world. I wasn't sure I wanted to see. I knew I didn't want to cuddle up next to him while the warmth left his body.

There was a knock on the door. I hesitated. It was probably Larry, but then again . . . I went to the door with the Browning naked in my hand. Beau had had a shotgun last night. Paranoia, or caution; hard to tell the difference sometimes.

I stood to one side of the door and said, “Yes.”

“Anita, it's us.”

I hit the safety and put the barrel of the Browning down the front of my jeans. It was too big a gun to wear in an inner pants holster, but for temporary holding, that worked.

I opened the door.

Larry leaned against the doorjamb, looking rumpled and tired. He had a McDonald's sack in one hand, and four cups shoved into one of those Styrofoam holders. Two of the cups held coffee, the other two sodas.

Jason had a large leather suitcase under each arm, a battered, much smaller suitcase in his right hand, and a second McDonald's bag in his left. He didn't look the least bit tired. A morning person, even after no sleep at all. It was disgusting. His eyes flicked to the gun shoved in my waistband. He noticed, but he didn't comment. Point for him.

Larry never even blinked at the gun.

“Food?” I asked.

“I didn't eat much last night. Besides, Jason was hungry, too,” Larry said. He came inside, putting the drinks and food
on the wet bar. None of us drank; good to use the bar for something.

Jason walked through the door sideways with the suitcases and food, but there was no effort to it. He wasn't straining one little bit to carry it all.

“Showoff,” I said.

He sat the luggage on the floor. “This isn't even close to showing off,” he said.

I locked the door behind them. “I suppose you can bring the coffin up single-handedly.”

“No, but not because it's heavy. It's just too long. The balance isn't right.”

Great. Super werewolf. Though for all I knew, all lycanthropes could lift that much weight. Maybe Richard could lift coffins with one arm. It was not a comforting thought.

Jason started laying food out on the bar. Larry had already climbed onto one of the bar stools. He was pouring sugar into one of the coffees.

“Did you just leave the coffin in the lobby?” I asked. I had to lay the Browning on the bar to sit down. I was just too short-waisted to have it down my pants.

Larry sat the unopened coffee in front of me. “It's missing.”

I stared at him. “You found the suitcases but not the coffin?”

“Yep,” Jason said, as he finished dividing the food into three piles. He'd pushed some of it in front of both of us, but the lion's share was in front of him.

“How can you eat this early in the morning?”

“I'm always hungry,” he said. He looked at me sort of expectantly.

I let it slide. It was too easy.

“Come on, I fed you that one,” he said.

“You don't seem particularly worried,” I said.

He shrugged, and slid onto a bar stool. “What do you want me to say? I've seen some weird shit since I became a werewolf. If I got hysterical every time something went wrong, every time someone I knew died, I'd be in the loony bin by now.”

“I thought fights for dominance in the pack, except for pack leader, weren't to the death,” I said.

“People forget,” he said.

“I'll have to talk to Richard when I get back in town. He hasn't been mentioning any of this.”

“Nothing to mention,” Jason said. “Just business as usual.”

Great. “Did anybody see who took the coffin?”

Larry answered, his voice sluggish even with the caffeine and sugar. There's only so much you can do on no sleep at all. “No one saw anybody take it. In fact, the only guy left from the night shift said, ‘I just turned away for a second, and it wasn't there. Just the luggage standing there by itself.' ”

“Shit,” I said.

“Why take the coffin?” he asked. He drank most of his coffee. His Egg McMuffin sat untouched in front of him. They'd put hotcakes in front of me with a little tub of syrup beside it.

“Your breakfast is getting cold,” Jason said.

He was enjoying himself too much. I frowned at him, but I opened my coffee. I didn't want the food. “I think the master is flexing a little muscle. What do you think, Jason?” I kept my voice casual.

He smiled at me around a mouthful of food, swallowed, and said, “I think whatever Jean-Claude wants me to think.”

Maybe my voice had been too casual. I should really give up on subtlety; I just wasn't good enough at it. “Did he tell you not to talk to me?”

“No, just to be careful what I said.”

“He says jump, and you say how high; is that it?”

“That's it.” He ate a bite of scrambled egg, his face peaceful.

“Doesn't that bother you?”

“I don't make the rules, Anita. I'm not an alpha anything.”

“And it doesn't bother you?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Sometimes, but there's nothing I can do about it. Why fight it?”

“I don't understand that at all,” Larry said.

“Me either.”

“You don't have to understand it,” he said. He couldn't have been more than twenty, but the look in his eyes wasn't young.
It was the look of someone who'd seen a lot, done a lot, and not all of it nice. It was the look I was dreading to see on Larry's face someday. They were nearly the same age; what had people been doing to Jason to give him such jaded eyes?

“What do we do now?” Larry asked.

“You're the vampire experts. I'm just Jean-Claude's pet.”

He said it like it didn't bother him. It would have bothered me. I shook my head. “I'm going to call the cops, then get some sleep.”

“What are you going to tell them?” Jason asked.

“I'm going to tell them about Xavier.”

“Did Jean-Claude say you could tell the cops?”

I looked at him. “I didn't ask for permission.”

“Jean-Claude wouldn't like you bringing in the police.”

I just stared at him.

He blinked at me. “Don't do it just because I said that, please.”

“He knows you pretty well for someone who's only met you twice,” Larry said.

“Three times,” I said. “Two out of three times, he's tried to eat me.”

Larry's eyes widened a little. “You're kidding.”

“She just looks so tasty,” Jason said.

“I've had about enough of you,” I said.

“What's wrong? Jean-Claude and Richard both tease you.”

“I'm dating both of them,” I said. “I'm not dating you.”

“Maybe you've got a thing for monsters. I can be just as scary as the next guy.”

I stared at him. “No,” I said, “you can't. That's why you're not alpha. That's why you're Jean-Claude's pet, because you aren't scary enough.”

Something flowed through his pale blue eyes. Something angry and dangerous. Sitting there with his forkful of scrambled eggs, and a Coke in one hand, he was suddenly different. It was hard to put into words, but it raised the hair on the back of my neck.

“Ease down, wolf-boy,” I said. My voice was soft, careful. I was sitting less than a foot away from him. At this
distance he could jump me easy. The Browning was an inch away from my right hand, but I knew better. I might grab the gun, but I'd never get it pointed in time. I'd seen him move before, and I wasn't quick enough. Lack of sleep was making me trusting, or stupid. Same thing.

A low, trickling growl rumbled out of him. My pulse beat a little faster.

Larry's gun was suddenly pointing past my nose at the werewolf's face. “Don't,” Larry said. His voice was low and even, and very damn serious.

I eased back off the bar stool, bringing the Browning with me. Didn't really want Larry's gun to go off right next to my face.

I pointed my gun at Jason's chest, one-handed, almost casual. “Don't ever threaten me again.”

Jason stared at me. His beast lurked just behind his eyes like a wave rushing towards the shore.

“You start going furry, and I won't wait to find out if you're bluffing,” I said.

Larry had one knee on the bar stool, gun still pointed nice and steady. I hoped he didn't fall off the bar stool and accidentally shoot Jason. If he shot him, I wanted it to be on purpose.

Jason's shoulders relaxed. His hands unclenched, leaving the fork and the drink on the bar. He closed his eyes and sat very still for nearly a full minute. Larry and I waited, guns still pointed. Larry's eyes flicked to me. I shook my head.

Jason opened his eyes and let out a deep, sighing breath. He looked normal again, that tension drained away. He grinned. “I had to try.”

I took another step back, putting my back to the wall. Out of reach, I lowered the gun. Larry hesitated, but followed my lead.

“So you tried; now what?”

He shrugged. “You're dominant to me.”

“Just like that,” I said.

“Would you be happier if I made you fight me?”

I shook my head.

“But I backed her up,” Larry said. “She didn't do it alone.”

“Doesn't matter. You're loyal to her, would risk your life for her. There's more to being dominant than just muscle, or guns.”

Larry looked puzzled. “What do you mean, dominant? I feel like I'm missing part of the conversation.”

“Why are you working so damn hard at not being human, Jason?” I asked.

He smiled and went back to his breakfast.

“Answer me, Jason.”

He finished off his eggs and said, “No.”

“What's going on?” Larry said.

“Mind games,” I said.