Samantha Moon: First Eight Novels, Plus One Novella (169 page)

I wasn’t sure if it was the funniest thing I’d ever heard, but it was definitely a tension breaker for me. And as I gasped and fought for my own breath, Kingsley mumbled, “I don’t know why I open up to you two.”

“And now we know why you don’t ask for a free haircut, either,” squealed Allison.

I reached back and put a hand on my friend’s forearm. “Let’s leave him alone,” I said. “We don’t want to piss him—or his hair—off.”

Allison giggled some more, while Kingsley shot me a grumpy look. “It’s really not funny,” he said.

“
No,” I said, struggling to keep a straight face. “Excessive hair growth is never funny.”

Allison literally snorted in the back seat, which made Kingsley finally crack a smile. “You two are clowns,” he said. “I think we should get serious.”

“Yes, serious,” Allison and I said together. We stopped laughing almost on cue, even though Allison might have snorted once more for good measure.

I turned left from Sunset and headed up Los Feliz Boulevard, following my recently added navigational device. No, this old van did not come with navigation, but this one worked easily enough...that is, if it would quit falling from its mount, which it did now as I made my left turn. I caught it and returned it to its spot before I had completed the turn.

“If you two are done making fun of my affliction, maybe we should discuss a game plan.”

I turned left into one of the Griffith Park entrances, stopped the van and killed the engine.

“Good idea,” I said. “Oh, and we’re here.”

Chapter Thirty-eight

We sat in the minivan.

Technically, the park was closed, but there was nothing to keep us out either. The park was, after all, an entire hillside...a chain of hillsides, in fact.

“
She told me to come alone,” I said.

“
And what did you say?” asked Kingsley.

“
I told her to go fuck herself.”

“
That’s my girl,” said Kingsley. “So, where is this place?”

“
The river—which is now an aqueduct—flows not too far from here. It’s popular with bikers and joggers.”

“
And vampires,” said Allison.

“
And how do we get to their underground lair?” asked Kingsley

I nearly asked the big guy to quit calling it a
lair
, except that’s exactly what it was. A breeding ground for the undead. A nest, perhaps.

“
There’s a cave opening close to here,” I said. “She described it to me.”

In fact, as I spoke those words, I told the gang to hold on while I closed my eyes and cast my thoughts out. Unlike Allison, who needed something personal, I needed no such aid. At any point, in any place, I could close my eyes and cast my mind out, scanning my immediate surroundings within a few hundred feet. And, yes, that net seemed to be growing wider these days, but not by much. Still a couple of hundred feet, give or take.

My sweeping, all-seeing internal eye didn’t have any problems with the dark either. The night was bright and alive and I could have just as easily been a dark demigod looking down at his realm.

Or the world’s weirdest mom trying to save her sister.

Either way, I confirmed that the park was empty of anything human. It was also empty of most things animal, except for a few stray cats and a squirrel that seemed to be dancing the jig on a nearby tree branch. I next searched for the landmark Hanner had described: a red post off to the side of the main river path.
There, found it.
Next, I mentally hung a left and continued on to a pile of boulders—and found them exactly where Hanner had said they would be. I also found the small opening into the rocks—an opening that might pose a problem for Kingsley, and slipped inside it, but not very far. I had reached the limits of my abilities. One thing was certain, though, the cave entrance was not guarded.

A moment later, I returned to my body, waited a moment to get reoriented, and then reported my findings. Mostly, I reported them for Kingsley’s benefit, as I knew Allison had internally followed my traveling, swooping mind.

“I’ll fit,” said Kingsley.

“
How can you be so sure?”

He tapped his thick skull. “Mind over matter.”

“Fine,” I said, “so what’s the game plan?”

“
Get your sister,” said Kingsley, “and get the hell out of there.”

“
What about Danny?” I asked.

Kingsley turned and looked at me, and as he did so, his eyes flared amber. Not the flame I sometimes saw in other vampires’ eyes. No, this was the glint of something wild, feral, untamed. Something animalistic.

“Well, I can’t just leave him there,” I said.

“
He’s part of this, Sam. You told me so yourself. That they turned on him is his own fault.”

“
He’s my kids’ father...”

“
He made his own bed, Samantha,” said Kingsley.

As he said those words, I wondered about that. I wondered if Danny had, indeed, made his bed, or if someone had made it for him, so to speak. Well, I would learn the truth soon enough. One thing was certain, there was no way in hell he had willingly allowed his finger to be cut off.

I didn’t mention Fang, although Allison was well aware of my plans to save him, too. Kingsley already didn’t like Fang much, and vice versa. Both saw the other as a threat, and if Kingsley was already having a problem with me helping my ex, well, I knew for damn sure he would put his overgrown paw down in regard to Fang.

He doesn’t like Fang,
came Allison’s thoughts.

You can read his mind, too?
I asked, surprised.

Not really. Kingsley is a master at shielding his thoughts, but I can read his body language and some latent feelings he’s had. If you are going to save Fang, and possibly even your ex, you can count him out.

And what about you?
I asked her.

Oh, you can always count me in, silly.

Fang has the diamond medallion,
I thought, referring to the one artifact that could return me to a mostly-normal life.

I know, Sam. Is that the only reason why you want to save him?

I didn’t have to think long about the answer.
No,
I thought back to her,
I’m pretty sure I love him.

That’s what I thought, Sam.

“Are you two done?” asked Kingsley.

“
We’re done,” I said.

“
Good,” he said, “because I have an idea about how we can save your sister...and maybe even your lying, cheating ex-hubby, too.”

Chapter Thirty-nine

The trail from the parking lot soon wound along the Los Angeles River.

No, not a traditional river, but it had been once, before man, concrete and zoning commissions debased, muzzled and graffitied it. As we followed a dirt path that led along the flowing water, which sparkled to my eyes, but probably not so much to Allison’s—Kingsley was a different story—I scanned ahead, verifying that we were not being followed or stepping into a trap. We were okay on both fronts.

So far.

Crickets chirped endlessly, seemingly coming from everywhere at once. A small hum filled the air, too; mosquitoes were alive and well along the banks of the tamed river. Beyond, the drone of traffic along the I-5. Many people didn’t realize just how hilly Los Angeles was. We were surrounded by such hills now, each dotted with bright lights from bigger homes.

A friend of mine, Spinoza, had his office near here, in Echo Park. So did another friend of mine, who bore an uncanny resemblance to Elvis Presley, despite the obvious facial reconstruction.

We probably could have used both their help now. But they were mortals with guns. These were vampires with teeth. Vamps with teeth trumped guns.

I had another friend out here, too, a private eye who had recently passed from lung cancer complicated by AIDS. I’d met him long ago while working with the federal government. We’d both been involved with a missing girl case, a case on which many government agencies and local police and private eyes had found themselves working. We never did find the girl, but I had met James Coleman. His good friend, a stoic Nigerian named Numi, had been kind enough to send me an email about his passing. I would miss James. He had been a troubled guy, but a great investigator.

I took my thoughts off James and put them onto my poor sister, who didn’t deserve any of this. God, she was going to be so pissed off at me. And, yes, I was already assuming that we would save her, that she was going to get out of this alive, and that I was going to have to spend the next five years apologizing for getting her involved in this mess.

Nothing wrong with thinking positive,
Sam
, came Allison’s words.

I nodded as we continued along. I led the way, periodically pausing and scouting ahead, occasionally pushing aside an errant tree branch or stepping over thicker bushes crowding the trail.

Soon, I found the red post in the ground, mostly hidden by thick creosote, huckleberry and something that could have been an overgrown fern. The path beyond was mostly nonexistent.

“
Here?” asked Kingsley, his eyes shining like twin suns. God, we were such freaks, all of us.

“
This is it,” I said, and led the way. Behind me, despite his best efforts to stay quiet, he crashed through the forest like an oversized bear drunk on fermented blueberries.

The trail narrowed further, and I forced myself through the thickets and brambles, snagging my jeans and light jacket. I heard Allison behind me struggling a bit, and behind her, cursing under his voice, was Kingsley. We were a motley, ragtag bunch, an unlikely trio to take down a coven of vampires, or whatever they were called.

Covens are for witches, Sam,
came Allison’s words.
And Kingsley looks like he could take down a whole forest.

Are you always in my head?
I asked, finally spying the clump of boulders through the pines and spruces ahead.

These days, yes. We’re very connected, Sam.

Lucky you,
I thought, and sent her a mental wink.

And just like that, the tangle of branches and leaves and thorns and roots gave way to an open space, and a big pile of rocks.

“Here we are,” I said. “The entrance.”

Chapter Forty

The opening was smaller than Kingsley had hoped.

“This could pose a problem,” he said, which, of course, is exactly what I had said.

Kingsley, who’d scampered up onto the rocks with surprising agility, looking more like a hulking, hairy mountain goat than anything else, peered down into the dark hole that was surrounded by piles of boulders. That anyone consistently used this hole as an entry point to anything was beyond me. That my own flesh and blood sister had recently been forced down into this hole was unfathomable.

Poor Mary Lou.

Once again, I wished desperately that I could reach out to her in some way, but my sister and I were not in telepathic contact with each other, and neither were Danny or Fang; at least, in Fang’s case, not anymore.

What have you done, Fang?

The opening was not obvious, even if a hiker had managed to work his way to this spot, which I suspected few had, and those who had might not live long enough to talk about it. Indeed, the boulders were surprisingly free of graffiti, which was a rarity anywhere in Los Angeles.

The three of us had climbed onto them and were presently looking down into a small opening. I could have been Alice looking down into the rabbit’s hole. Except there were no rabbits down there, nor even a hallucinogenic Wonderland. No, nothing but murderous vampires.

And my sister. And Danny. And Fang.

Lord help us all.

Anyway, I could see through the darkness to a dirt floor below. I could also see imprints of shoes. Fresh imprints, too. Women’s running shoes included. If I had to guess, those were Mary Lou’s running shoes.

Seeing them now, and knowing she was close by, sent a fresh wave of panic through me.

I reported what I saw to the others, knowing that the entrance would lead down into a natural tunnel system.

“Tight squeeze,” said Allison, “even for us girls.”

She was right. How a grown man, no, a werewolf man, could expect to drop down into the hole, I didn’t know.

“Yes, this is a very big problem,” he said again.

“
No,” said Allison, “you are the big problem.”

Believe it or not, I might have detected some flirtation in Allison’s voice. Yes, she’d always had a crush on the big oaf. Anyway, Kingsley grunted at that, then reached down into the hole, grabbed hold of the edge of one of the flatter rocks, and did something that surprised even me. He pulled the sucker out. The huge rock—which was a borderline boulder—flipped out and tumbled down the pile, landing with a heavy thud in the dirt below.