Undead and Uneasy (13 page)

"Nuts!" he said, snapping his fingers. "Guess my horoscope was wrong this morning."

"Stick with the comics," I advised him, then took off my sunglasses. I blinked painfully at

the fluorescents, then caught his gaze and said, "I've got special privileges, T. Starr."

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"Yup."

"I can come and go no matter how late it is."

"Yep, you sure can."

"Tell the charge nurse, will you?"

"I am the charge nurse."

Finally, a break. "Well, spread the news, T. Starr. Betsy Taylor. Unlimited visiting

privileges."

"Yup, you can come and go whenever you want, everybody knows."

"And you have a very nice evening."

"No phone number?" I heard him ask mournfully, and I snickered. Even deep in the thrall

of sinister vampire mojo, he was still trying to score. T. Starr was gonna go far.

I pushed open the door to Jessica's room, ignoring the soft sigh of the hydraulic hinges (or

whatever made big doors wheeze like that), and stepped inside just in time to hear some

pompous asshole say, "—really a very rare form of blood cancer. A fascinating case study,

really."

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"No thanks," Jessica said. Sighed, really . . . her normally strident tone of voice was

running at about 15 percent.

"But if my colleagues could read about your case in J.A.M.A., they might be able to help

others with your condition."

I knew from my two-year stint as a medical secretary that J.A.M.A. was the Journal of the

American Medical Association . J. A.M. A., along with theLancet , were two of the

biggies for docs to publish the weird and unusual.

"No thanks."

"Really, Miss Watkins, you're being a little selfish, don't you think?"

A doctor couldn't write up a patient without his or her permission.

"Miss Watkins, don't you think?"

But they were supposed to ask. Not nag. Not guilt trip.

I opened my mouth to leap to Jessica's rescue, when the bathroom door slammed open

and Detective Nick Berry snarled, "The lady said no, asshole. Take a walk."

I was actually glad to see him, but had to wonder . . . when did he sleep? Or work? For

that matter, how'd he keep getting up here?

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"Detective Berry, it would be a pity to ban you from the floor. Your visits seem to have a

positive effect on my patient."

"No . . ."Jessica's voice was a thread. I could tell it hurt to talk. "Don't do that . . . maybe I could do the . . . the thing . . . "

"Forget it, baby," Nick told her.

"Yeah," I said. I tried to slam the door behind me, but the damned thing just slid slowly

shut on those whispery hinges. "Forget it, baby."

From the way the men jumped (Jessica, obviously, didn't have the strength), I realized they

hadn't known I was in the room.

And the dickhead bullying my best friend? When he wasn't flushed red to the eyebrows, he

was probably almost normal-looking. Mussed brown hair, cut short. About my height,

with bluish-green eyes and a truly heroic nose. Slump-shouldered and too thin for his

height. Bony wrists sticking out of the lab coat. A full-on, grown-up geek. And let's not

forget about that spectacular blush! I couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or angry. I was

hoping for embarrassed.

"Hey, shitstain, ever hear that no means no?"

"What are you people doing here after visiting hours?" B. McGill, M.D., Oncology,

sputtered.

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"Kicking your ass." I crossed the room in a hurry—Nick had his gun out of his holster,

guess I'd startled him, too—and picked B. McGill up. By his throat.

I won't lie. It felt gooooood.

"Don't. Bully. My friend. Ever. Ever! Again." Each word was punctuated by a teeth-

rattling shake. B. McGill's eyes were starting to roll like dice.

"Let go, Betsy, he's mine."

"Back off, Nick. I'mstarving ."

"Awwww." Jessica smiled. "I hate it when Mom and Dad fight."

"I can't let you commit felony assault on him, even if he's the biggest dick on the ward."

"Nick? Sweetie? You couldn't stop me with flamethrower."

"Rrraaggle," B. McGill managed.

"Betsy. There are days when I almost don't hate you, so don't make me shoot you."

"Oh, go ahead and shoot!" I snapped. "The way my week's going? You think I'm scared of

your thirty-eight?" And what happened to his Sig? How many guns did the guy have,

anyway?

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"Kids, kids," Jessica said.

"Gragggle."

"Put him down! Now!"

"Make me."

"Gggkkkk!"

"Kids?"

I heard the click as Nick cocked his gun. I could hear the bullet tumble into the chamber.

The barrel looked really big. That wasfine . Finally, a foe I could grapple with, a problem I

could confront head on. Misplaced aggression , Sinclair whispered in my head, which was

irritating. For an undead (possibly all-the-way dead) runaway groom, he had sure made

himself .it home in my brain.

"Kids, Dr. McGill is out cold."

I looked. Nick looked. She was right. His head was lolling, and he was drooling on my

wrist. Well, shit. That was no fun at all. I dropped him, and he hit the tile and splayed in a

most unflattering way. Nick put his gun away.

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) We glared at each other across Jessica's bed.

"Pull that again, and I will arrest you."

"Draw down on me again and I will eat you."

"Again," he sneered. He poured Jessica a cup of water and fixed the bed so she was sitting

up. He guarded her like a pissed off mama cat, while she drank it all down.

"Oh, like it was such fun for me, too, that first time! Get it through your head, lamebrain, I

was a brand-new dead girl! I didn't even know I was a vampire until my teeth came out. I

went to you for help, remember?"

"Help?" he nearly shrieked.

"How could I know what chomping you would do?"

"You didn't think biting me on the neck and drinking my blood would be problematic?"

Wince. Score one for Nick. Never mind. "In case it's escaped your notice, I'm one of the

good guys! I kill bad vampires and stop serial killers and—and—" I was going blank.

What other good things had I done? Surely there were at least a few more . . .

"Of course you stop killers, why do you think I've been feeding you information for the

last eighteen months? Because I'm soooo in love with you?”

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"That was the prevailing theory," I admitted, feeling vain and stupid at the same time. "Of course, I'm revising it rapidly. So you, uh, don't love me, yeah, I'm getting that."

"Not fucking likely, you blond leech on legs. I dream about locking you up in a sunny

cell."

Jessica said nothing. And I kept my face perfectly straight. So Nick didn't know everything

about me. Thank goodness! He probably thought a cross or holy water would hurt me.

Excellent.

"You know something, Nick? I'm glad you don't like me. Because you're a self-absorbed,

overreacting, testosterone-filled, gun-toting dipshit."

"Will you two cut the shit?" Jess demanded. "I'm having a real crummy day. Night.

Whatever."

"He started it."

"You started it."

"I'm ending it! I will turn this hospital bed around right now if you two don't knock it off.

And before you ask, Bets, I didn't clue him in as to what you are."

"Of course you didn't." Jess looked ghastly and had lost more weight. Trouble was, she

didn't have that much to lose in the first place. Five pounds from her was, like, 10 percent

of her body weight. Or whatever. "Sinclair's mojo wore off. Nick and I already discussed

that."

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"Yeah," she said. "You know, when I'm out of this bed, we're going to have to find a way for everybody to play nice."

I grimaced. And Nick looked like someone had placed a scorpion on his tongue.

I stepped over the unconscious asshole, gently put a finger on Jessica's chin, looked at her

neck, then turned her head and looked at her other side. Then I looked at her wrists.

Clean as a whistle. I'd check her thighs, next (wasn't looking forward to that wrestling

match), and then her—

"Don't bother," Nick grumped. "I already looked." "Yeah, and here I thought we were going to get sweaty, and it was just another exam. What are you guys looking for?"

"There's a lot of weird stuff happening all at the same time," I replied. "I thought it was kind of interesting that you had a big-ass relapse around the time everybody started

disappearing."

"No bites," Nick told me. "Not even a scratch."

"So this is just bad timing?" "Luckily for you."

"Oh, put both your guns away," I snapped. "Nobody's impressed."

"I am," Jess said cheerfully. "In fact, it's turning me on like you wouldn't believe."

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"I'm outta here."

"Wait! You said everybody was disappearing? Who?"

"I'll tell you the whole story after."

"After what?" I heard Nick ask as the door started to wheeze shut behind me.

"After it's all over," Jessica sulked. "She keeps me out of the cool stuff until it's too late to have any fun of my own."

"Humph," Nick replied.

I couldn't believe, all this time, that I thought he'd been on my side! That he'd liked me.

Here it was all a lie, hated my guts and fed me info just to get creeps off the street. Not

caring, I assumed, if I got hurt or even killed in the process.

Jeez, he'd made a special trip to my house to tell i me all about the serial killer Laura went

to town on! He must have known I wouldn't have known about him, avoiding the news as

I did.

What a manipulative bastard! He'd been pulling all our strings for so long, I didn't—

Whoa. What?

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) I wheeled around, marched back to the room, shoved the door open, waited patiently for

it to actually be open, then rushed in and grabbed Nick's head in my hands before he could

turn, much less find his gun.

"Betsy! What the hell do you think you're—"

I ignored her. "Nick."

"Yes."

"You have to tell the truth, Nick."

"Yes, I do."

"Are you responsible for Sinclair's disappearance?"

"I wish."

"Do you know who is?"

"No. But good luck to them."

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) I thought for a second, never breaking eye contact "Do you have any advice?"

"Go back to the beginning. Find them. Kill them."

"Go back to the beginning?"

"Who else is gone?"

"Marc. Cathie-the-ghost. Tina. My father and his wife. Antonia. Garrett."

"Then it's personal. You already know who's doing it. Go back to the beginning."

I stared at him thoughtfully. He was dreaming with his eyes open, looking not at me but

through me, past me. "I'm sorry for what I did, Nick, and for what I did just now. You'll

remember everything . . . in five seconds."

"Great," Jessica snapped. "Leave me to deal with the fallout."

"Sorry, hon. Catch you later."

"Let me guess!" she hollered. Wow, water had certainly perked her up. "After you go

back to the beginning!"

Well, yeah.

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) Chapter 24

What did it mean? I wasn't a detective, God knew. And the people around me usually did

the thinking. That was how I liked it. I liked that Tina and Sinclair dealt with most of the

shit. I liked that another vampire looked after the other Fiends, that two other vampires

looked after my nightclub, Scratch. Shit, Jessica had even hired someone to feed my cat.

My time was spent reading, snacking, fucking, wedding planning, playing bartender in the

kitchen with my friends, and occasionally vanquishing evil . . . again, with help.

The answering machine in the kitchen was blinking. I scowled at it, then pressed "Play."

"Hi, Betsy. Michael Wyndham. We're coming up empty. Completely cold trail. The Pack

members in the area haven't seen either of them. We're still looking. Call me if you find

anything."

"Hi, hon. It's Mom. The baby is doing fine. I thought you might want to know. Laura's

here, if you need either of us. So . . . talk to you soon?"

My, my. Weren't those two getting thick as thieves?

"Hi, Betsy, it's Marc. Man, I hope you get this. Anyway, call me right away." He left a

phone number—not his own cell phone—with an unfamiliar area code.

"Hello, Jessica. It's Don. Listen, I set up that new tax shelter for you, I just need you to