Pretty When She Kills (17 page)

Pulling out onto the empty highway, Ethan shrugged. “Trust has to be earned, don’t you know that?”

“I’m trusting you to do what you promised. Cure Amaliya,” Pete pointed out.

“No, you’re hoping I will do what I promised. You’re scared shitless that I’m lying to you, but you love her enough to put aside your worries and hope for the best. There’s a big difference,” Ethan answered. His tone wasn’t confrontational, angry, or mocking. He said it simply and plainly.

“Okay, you got me there. I’m hoping that you’re being forthright with me and not giving me a heap of bullshit.”

Ethan nodded once. “Exactly. Now you’re being honest with me.”

Pete sank back in his chair and exhaled through his teeth. “Are you being honest with me?”

“I’m looking for Amaliya because I’m tracking her master. I need your help to convince her family to help me locate her. There is a cure for young vampires to return to mortals.”

Pete mulled over his words, wiping the beads of moisture form his face with his fingers before rubbing his hands on his jeans. He felt like a fool, but he was a desperate fool. He kept seeing images in his head of Amaliya on that night: the elusive memories he had lost for so many months. Now that he had recollected the events, he wished with all his heart that he had reacted differently. If he hadn’t been so afraid he could have helped her, kept her safe, until the mysterious stranger had arrived to turn her back.

“You know, Pete, there ain’t no shame in loving someone. None at all.”

“I’m ashamed that I was afraid of her,” Pete admitted.

“Well, vampires are scary as shit. Especially when they first come back. They are usually out of control and extremely dangerous. It’s only after they learn to control their hunger and use their powers to survive that they become much more cunning creatures. She’s still a fledgling vampire. We can save her.”

Pete gave a solemn nod of his head. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”

Innocente’s house was surrounded by a well-tended yard filled with flower beds and statues. The house was painted a pale shade of pink with dark blue trim. The last time Pete had visited there hadn’t been a jungle gym in the backyard or an above-ground pool. The water was bright blue and the steel-frame and blue vinyl liner were in tip-top condition. Pete had the sudden urge to run and throw himself into it.

“A vampire would have a hell of a time just getting to the house,” Ethan said with admiration. “Look at all those relics.”

“Think she knows what Amaliya is?” Pete wondered.

“Nah, I think she’s just a nice Mexican old lady,” Ethan answered. He killed the engine and shoved open his door.

Pete slid out of the truck and lifted his cowboy hat so he could smooth down his hair. He felt rumpled and a little out of sorts after being on the road so long.

The front door swung open and Sergio leaned out. He was in Dallas Cowboy pajama bottoms and a blue t-shirt. “C’mon in!” He waved to them, then disappeared back inside, leaving the front door open behind the screen door.

Pete ambled up the front walk and glanced down at the small stone vases set along the path. Each one was filled with water and he briefly wondered if it was Holy Water. A little girl with dark curly hair peered out at him from behind the screen. She was smiling at him sweetly.

“Hey, Emma Leigh. How are you today?” Pete asked.

The four-year-old giggled and dashed away from the doorway.

Pete edged the door open and slipped inside, Ethan right behind him. The air inside of the house was fresh, cool, and smelled of chorizo. As Ethan shut the door behind them, the refreshing gloom was a relief after the hot Texas sunlight. Both men took off their hats and ran their fingers through their hair.

“C’mon!” Cynthia motioned to them from the hallway. “We’re in the kitchen.”

Sergio’s little boy, Alex, darted into view long enough to wave hello, then dashed away.

“Cute kids,” Ethan said with a grin.

“They have four of them.” Pete’s voice held more of a wistful tone than he had intended. “Hopefully after this is all said and done I can get down to making some of my own.”

A pretty girl with dark green eyes and curly dark hair walked down the hallway from the bedrooms. “Hey, Pete.”

“Hey, Jackie. When did you get so tall?”

The girl looked like she was at least three years older than twelve. It unnerved Pete. Kids grew up so fast nowadays.

Jackie shrugged, giggled, and gave him a brief hug. She glanced toward Ethan suspiciously. “Who’s that?”

“A friend,” Pete answered.

“You shouldn’t lie,” Jackie chastised him, shaking her head.

Ethan arched both of his eyebrows as he pocketed his sunglasses.

Jackie regarded Ethan suspiciously.

Pete felt uncomfortable suddenly. He had the eerie feeling that something was going on that he didn’t understand.

Rolling her eyes, Jackie shook her head. “Remember where liars go,” she said, and headed toward the kitchen.

Realizing the comment was not directed at him, Pete cast a wary look at Ethan.

“Interesting,” was all Ethan said, and followed the girl.

The kitchen was cramped. Emma Leigh and Alex were seated at the kitchen table watching the small TV set on a counter while eating some very colorful cereal. The baby, Anna Belle, was drinking her bottle in her highchair, regarding everyone with dark eyes. Sergio and Cynthia were huddled behind the stove cooking breakfast.

“Hey, sorry to be a bad hostess, but I don’t want the chorizo to burn,” Cynthia said, leaning in to kiss Pete’s cheek as he greeted her with a hug.

Sergio was on tortilla duty. “Hey, guys. The kids are almost done. We’ll shove them out the door in a sec.”

“Dad, that’s rude!” Jackie declared.

Sergio grinned at her and continued his duty.

“Well, it’s good to see everyone,” Pete said. He was a little more nervous than he expected. “This is my friend, Ethan.” Pete quickly made the introductions.

“Good to meet you,” Cynthia said, casting a smile in their direction as she poured diced potatoes into the big black skillet where the spicy chorizo was sizzling. “You guys on a hunting trip or something?”

“You could say that,” Ethan said with a wide grin. “Smells really good in here.”

“I’m making chorizo, potato, and egg tacos. I can make you some bacon and eggs if you’d prefer that.”

“No, ma’am. Those tacos sound great.” Ethan slid off his duster and laid it over the back of a chair before settling onto it. “The kids don’t like tacos?”

“We get to eat cereal on weekends, because then we can run all the sugar out of our systems,” Jackie said tartly.

“Ah, I see.” Ethan nodded his head with understanding.

Jackie continued to regard him suspiciously as she poured herself some cereal. “Sure you do.”

“Jackie, be nice to our visitors,” Sergio called out.

With a frown, the girl tucked into her sugary flakes.

Pete also took a seat at the big breakfast table. Alex and Emma Leigh ignored them, staring at some horrible kid’s program on the TV. Anna Belle was also watching as she slowly slurped on her bottle, but her eyes kept flicking toward him. Pete gave her a slight smile and her eyes narrowed.

“Do you want some coffee? Or some orange juice?” Sergio asked.

“Uh, coffee would be great,” Pete said. “I can get it though.” He quickly busied himself with collecting mugs and snagged the coffee pot from where it sat steaming. He was surprised to see that his hands were trembling. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Jackie glowering at Ethan and baby Anna Belle twisting around in her seat to look toward Pete. Maybe the kids were just curious, but he felt uneasy.

Casual small talk started between Ethan and Cynthia, lessening the tension in the room. Or maybe Pete was just imagining it. Sergio finished his tortilla duty and checked on his kids. Pete set a mug before Ethan and poured the coffee. Watching Sergio fussing over his kids made his own heart pang with an unexpected sadness. How many times had Pete imagined this sort of future for him and Amaliya?

Wrangling the kids out the back door was easier than expected. Jackie nearly drowned herself gulping down the last of her sugary milk and hurried out after her younger siblings. She gave Ethan one last dark look before banging the backdoor behind her.

“No slamming the door!” Cynthia shouted after her.

Sergio gathered up the cereal bowls and boxes to clear the table. The baby finished her bottle and set it down on the tray of the highchair with a loud thump.

Ethan laughed. “Like she’s just finished a good beer.”

Anna Belle regarded him thoughtfully.

“She’s always like that. I think she got it from Sergio,” Cynthia said, laughing. She set a plate of steaming tacos before Pete and another in front of Ethan. “Here you go.”

“Thanks for the meal,” Ethan said with a charming smile.

Cynthia returned it. She was obviously less suspicious than her kids.

Pete hungrily bit into a taco, almost devouring half of it. It tasted so amazing he wanted to shove the other half in after it.

A sharp intake of breath and a whispered prayer in Spanish drew the eyes of all in the room to the doorway. Innocente stood in the doorway looking furious.

“You!” she said sharply.

Then all hell broke loose.

Chapter 15

Trying to shift her purse around while searching through it, Samantha muttered irritably. Wearing a short white skirt, pink tank top, and white flip-flops with big pink stones on them, she was cutely dressed, but the dark circles under her eyes were evidence of her sleepless night. Samantha fumbled about inside her packed purse as her cat, Beatrice, regarded her coolly from the back of the sofa. The gray tabby was stretched out in a patch of sunshine, the white bib under her chin practically glowing in the light.

Finally, Samantha located her sunglasses and house keys. She held up both triumphantly, but Beatrice didn’t appear impressed. The cat closed her eyes dismissively.

“Well, fine.” Shifting the big pink bag onto her shoulder, she yanked open her front door. “I’ll be back later. Don’t scratch the couch!”

Beatrice ignored Samantha with her usual cat aloofness.

Shoving open her screen door, Samantha nearly whacked Jeff in the face as he stepped onto the porch.

“Whoa!”

“Sorry, Jeff!” She hurriedly shut the door and locked it while he took several cautious steps back onto the walkway. “I’m all crazy this morning. I slept through the alarm clock.”

“No problem. It was hard for me to wake up, too.”

Jeff gave her his usual kind smile and she hugged him tightly.

“You’re so sweet!”

“If you insist,” he answered, snuggling her.

Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, she slid out of his arms, feeling self-conscious. He just smiled and held out his hand to her. Happily, she took it and they walked down the walk to his beat-up Land Rover parked at the curb.

“Did you eat anything?” Jeff asked, holding the passenger door open for her.

“I didn’t. I got up too late.”

“Good thing I snagged some coffee and some kolaches then,” he said with a grin before shutting the door and circling around to the driver’s side.

A white bag and two large coffees were nestled into the console. Samantha hungrily yanked out a kolache and took a big bite, savoring the warm bread and spicy sausage. Around her chewing, she said, “Gawd, I love you.”

Jeff grinned at her words as he drove up the street. “I aim to please.”

“You always think of everything. It’s like you’re magic or something.” She hesitated, gave him a thoughtful look, and said, “
Are
you magic or something?”

“Ordinary human. Boringly so,” Jeff assured her.

“Not a secret elf, or fairy, or something?”

“Nope. Human as can be. I promise.”

“I wonder what I am now,” Samantha said with a sigh.

“A fabulous and very pretty human woman with a little extra flair.” Jeff lightly touched her hand.

Unexpected tears glimmered in her eyes as she took another quick bite of her breakfast. Jeff had a wonderful way of making her feel good even when things were going horribly wrong.

Traffic was light and they made decent time driving past downtown to the walking trail encircling Lady Bird Lake. The parking lot was fairly empty near the Lamar Boulevard Bridge. They didn’t talk much as they both munched on the warm kolaches and chased the tasty breakfast down with sweet, milky coffee. Samantha enjoyed the camaraderie and her high anxiety mellowed out to a low ping in the back of her mind.

As they climbed out of the SUV, Jeff snagged two sweating water bottles from a cooler tucked behind his seat and shoved them into his messenger bag. Again, he had anticipated their needs, and Samantha was grateful. It was already humid and sticky, the bugs in the trees lining the lake humming loudly. Samantha smiled as Jeff reached for her hand when they strolled onto the path. While they waded through the humid air and enjoyed the beauty of the midmorning sun glinting off the waves, she tried to pretend this was just a nice day out together instead of a ghost hunt.

Rubbing her lips together, she tried not to ruin the moment by saying anything about their true purpose for strolling along the trail. The tree boughs creaked above as the wind played in the leaves. Glancing upward, she saw a squirrel watching them pass with a thoughtful look in its beady eyes. She stuck her tongue out at it.

Jeff must have seen her because he laughed. His fingers tightened on her hand and he gave her a furtive look.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Samantha rolled her eyes. “Sure.”

“I just think you’re adorable,” Jeff confessed.

“Really?” Samantha nudged him with her shoulder. “I thought I was an annoying cartoon character.”

“Oh, you heard Eduardo say that, huh?”

“On more than one occasion.”

“He’s a coyote. They’re mischievous and moody. Just ignore him.” Jeff nudged her back.

Turning her attention forward, Samantha could see the Mopac Bridge looming ahead. Little flutters of anxiety in her tummy made her wish now that she hadn’t eaten. Beside her, Jeff seemed unaware of her sudden nervousness as he dug around in his bag.