Hard Days Night (The Firsts Book 8) (28 page)

“You bet your “should be
suspended” ass we have to.  Get in here!”  He disappeared into his office, and Mal followed, giving the rest of the turned heads a smile and a shrug.

“Teacher’s pissed,” she said to them, and closed the door.

“What the fuck is it about the fact that I am trying to protect you that you aren’t getting?  And where the hell is your father?”

“Sleeping with Bev by now, if he’s smart.”

“Oh, fuck me.  Mal, you shouldn’t be here.  Canzone is everywhere. I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t have someone in the station watching you for him.  I won’t lose you, too.”

“Sir, I appreciate your concern, you know I do.  But it’s me he wants.  I am the only one that can get to him.   Captain, do you know about the homicide in my apartment building last night?”

“I saw the report this morning.  I didn’t realize it was in your building.  I’m sorry, did you know the victim?”

“Not only did I know him, I think he was killed because of me.”

Kordalis shoved his hand into his hair and dropped into his chair.

“Sit down, detective.  Give me the full story.”

IN LONDON

“No!  I cannot believe they found me again. How are they pulling this off?”

“All that matters now is that they
have
found us.  We have to bug out again.  Immediately.  If they found our homes, they know about this facility.”

“I have no other place to bug out
to
, Claude.  This was my final facility.”  Lamont held a rifle in his hands, loaded with the serum that would stop first blood vampires only briefly.  Outside the door of this office, ten large men, armed with the same serum, stood guard.  It wasn’t enough, he knew that.

Lamont’s head shot up
to Claude.  “The girl. Do we have her yet?”

“Uh, no
, I haven’t heard from Cheeto yet.”

“Get her!”

Claude turned away and dialed Cheeto.  There wasn’t time now to implement his new plan.  If they didn’t have her secured and monitored, the vampire would rip them apart before they had a chance to use her.

“Cheeto, listen carefully.  Do you have the girl?  No. Okay, is it possible for you to get her, secure her, and get her under camera surveillance within, say, half an hour?”

Moments later, he answered the voice on the other side of the phone.  “Do it.  No matter how you have to.  Get her.  Shoot her.  Fucking kill her, if you have to, but get her in a chair and in the lens of a camera.  Call me the second you have it done and the feed ready to send to me.”

He killed the call and looked up at Lamont.  “He’ll do everything he can, sir.  That’s the best I can offer.
  It isn’t likely to be in time, though.”

Lamont shot him a look that Claude understood very well.  It didn’t matter to Claude, though, because he knew
that if Cheeto couldn’t pull it off, it was over for all of them.  But Lamont was incapable of anticipating outcomes based on intel.  Lamont had been delusional since Claude met him years ago, and the only thing that had changed was that the delusional state of mind had worsened.

So, the crazy fuck could stay here and finally meet his well-deserved end at the hands of the vampires when they came, but Claude was getting the fuck out of here right now.

“Sir, I need to get my tablet in case my associate gets our hostage.  I’ll be right back.” 
Like hell he would!

Glaring at Claude, Lamont backed up and sat in his big office chair.  “See that you hurry,” he barked.

“Oh, I’ll hurry,” Claude agreed, and went out the door.  He looked up at the force of big, armed security outside and walked down the hallway, slowly, without the urgency he felt.  Ten large armed men wouldn’t stop the vampires, Lamont should know better.  He knew something else that the vampires didn’t know.  Lamont’s stolen vampire abilities had weakened.  It was why he was more desperate than ever for Claude to help him capture a first blood.

After he arrived at his own office, Claude pulled a “go” bag from under his desk, which held everything he would need to start over elsewhere.  He’d always known they’d come.   You couldn’t threaten such a powerful group of people and not expect this kind of retaliation. 

He got it, he would do the same.  They were just protecting themselves.  Still, he wouldn’t be waiting for the inevitable.  A panel behind the desk slid away with the touch of a button under the desk.  Moments later, Claude was gone.

Chapter 13

Lamont waited in his office, a glass of wine in his hand.  Where was that weasel?
  If all went well, they would have the first blood chained and compliant by the end of the night.  But only if Claude did his job right, and he had already been gone twenty minutes.

Balancing the over
-filled glass, Lamont fished his cell phone from his pocket.  After dialing Claude, his impatience hit a high point when the thing went to voice mail.  Did the man have a death wish?  Lamont had expected total submission from Claude now that he was his right hand man.

He buzzed the young woman who took care of all of his other needs beyond Claude’s job expectation.

“Have you seen Claude?”

“No, sir,” she said, her voice irritating because it was so damned perky.  “He left a while ago and hasn’t returned.  Do you want me to go to his office?”

“That’s the least that you can do considering that I’m asking for his whereabouts.”

The girl paused then, less perky,
and said, “I’ll let you know what I find out.”

Lamont pushed himself deeper into his plush chair a
s he laid his head back.
Idiots, he was surrounded by idiots!

Moments later, the girl buzzed Lamont.  “Well?” he barked.

Again, she paused, then said, “He’s gone.  And so am I.  This job, I don’t need.”

Lamont tried to buzz her again several times after she left the intercom but she never answered.
  No one understood the importance of his mission, that he was trying to protect the world from creatures too powerful to reign uncontrolled.  That the only way he could accomplish this was to become as powerful.  He would have to succeed without those with small minds and limited visions.  The man he thought he had been grooming in Claude, he had been mistaken.

If he failed, as it looked like he was going to do, if the vampires ended him, there was one contingency plan he prayed would work.

Donovan
. He had to contact Donovan and let him know that it was all up to him now.  Donovan had never believed, but he had to now.  Lamont would send him the research, then Donovan would know that the vampires were real, and he would pick up the baton.

Lamont picked up the phone.

IN  L.A
.

Mal left the station, on the Captain’s orders, to return to Hawaii.  He’d called Kai, and Kai had promised he would come for Mal and make her return to Molokai for her own safety.  After a heated discussion, Mal had conceded, and told the Captain she would go back to her apartment, pack her bag, and wait for her father to come for her.

Except that she’d stopped at her desk, downloaded the files that Cynthia had given her from Berenstein, and booked the fuck out of there.
  There wasn’t a chance she was going to blow this opportunity to stop Canzone.

Leaving the police station, she travelled north and headed to a dive hotel to go through the material, find Canzone, contact him,
have him meet her, kill him, and go away somewhere warm and safe to make a home for herself and her baby.

When things calmed down, when it was safe to do so, she would contact Kai and let him know where they were.

That was the real plan.  She appreciated Kordalis’s concern, but some things had to be done, the risk be damned.

As she merged onto the highway, she watched carefully to make sure she hadn’t picked up a tail, but nothing was following her. 

Thirty minutes later, she guided her car into a sleazy-looking motel off of the highway, and carried her small pack into the office to register for a one night stay.

After she opened the door to the room that had been redecorated as recently as 1975, and smelled as if that was also the last year it had been cleaned properly, she turned to lock the door when it was slammed open.

The edge of the door caught her sharply on the forehead, sparkles of pretty gold lights shot through her vision and she backed away, reaching for her gun.

Her vision cleared just in time to see a man she did not know fire a pistol at her, point blank, and the gold lights gave way to the total blackness of unconsciousness.  Her last thought was regret that the lights were gone, and so was she.  

Cheeto reached for his cell phone and couldn’t find it.

“Where the hell is that thing?” he asked himself, fishing through all ten pockets in his pants and lightweight jacket. 
What the fuck had happened to it?
  He couldn’t find the thing, at a time he needed it most.  He had the girl and he needed to contact Claude immediately.  No matter how many times he checked his pockets, it didn’t materialize.

A light went off in his head.  Just use the laptop.  He stepped over the woman lying broken and bleeding on the floor and set up the laptop, dialed in Claude’s number and used a face-to-face program to contact him.

When Claude’s face appeared, he seemed calm.

“Sir, I have her,” he blurted out, loud and proud.

“You do?  I didn’t think there was a chance in…forget it.  Good work.  Set her up like I told you and keep the camera running.”

“I had to shoot her, sir.  She’s out and she’s bleeding badly. I don’t think she’s going to live.”

“It doesn’t matter, as long as you can prop her into a chair, and make her appear to be only unconscious.”

“Yes, sir.
  Right away.”

“Cheeto, if we pull this off, I’ll bring you to Europe.
  Now listen, this is the most important part of this.  Whatever you do, do
not
tell me where you are.  If the vampire compels me, I won’t be able to reveal your location so he can’t save her.  Again, do not tell me where she is, even if I ask.  Understand?”

“Sure, Boss.”

“All right, then.  I’m counting on you to get this right, and when you do, when this is over, I’ll see you in London.”

As he rung off, Cheeto skipped over to the woman crumpled on the floor, her precious blood still seeping from several wounds. 

He did hate that.  If there had been a way to get her without hurting her, he would have preferred it, but she was an L.A. cop, which would be difficult to subdue no matter what.   And in this case, he not only
didn’t
have any back-up, he didn’t have any time.  She’d reached for her gun and it had just come down to him or her.

Lifting her into his arms, he placed her on one of the hotel’s desk chairs and went to his car to get the rope. 

When he came back into the room, she’d slipped off the chair and lay awkwardly on the nasty carpeted floor.  He lifted her again and quickly used the ropes to tie her hands behind the chair, tie her legs, and for good measure, another around her neck and tied to the wall behind the chair.  Her head dropped forward, but it would have, even if she hadn’t been dying.  It helped to hide the rope.

The vampire would buy this,
Cheeto knew he would.  Then he could go to London on a private jet tonight because he’d shown he was a force to be reckoned with.

Turning back to his mission, he looked over the girl carefully
, no sign of her injury visible.  She hadn’t responded in any way as he placed her on the chair and tied her down.  Moving closer, he put his ear to her lips.

Had she died?
 

Yeah, there was no breath. He put his hand on her chest to see if there was a heartbeat, but it was still.  How sad.  Pushing her hair from her face, he realized how pretty she was,
slumped there with her shirt ripped, her hair wild, her arms and legs lifeless.  He thought what a shame it was, as regret suddenly struck him out of nowhere.

He had taken this beautiful woman’s life.  He’d destroyed her.  The sadness invaded his mind and he could barely function when the laptop chirped and he heard Claude’s voice.

“Just do it,” Cheeto whispered to himself.  “Just finish this.”

“Claude.  She’s ready.  Um, she’s dead.”
Was Cheeto’s response when Claude’s image looked back at him from his camera on his tablet computer.

“Hum.  Well, nothing to be done about that now.  She’s propped though, as if she’s just unconscious?”