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Chapter 12~13

  Chapter 12

  While we waited for the court order, I talked to the family. Not my favorite thing to do, but necessary. This hadn't been a random attack, which meant they probably knew the vampire, or had known him before he died.

  The living room continued the pastel theme, blue predominating. Beth St. John had made coffee. She'd shanghaied Larry into carrying up a tray. I guess she didn't want to see the body again. Couldn't say I blamed her. I'd seen bloodier murder scenes, a lot bloodier, but each death has its own peculiar poignancy. There was something very piteous about Ellie Quinlan stretched across her pink candy sheets, and I hadn't known her. Beth St. John had. Made it hard.

  The family sat huddled on the white sofa. The man was broad, not fat, but square like a linebacker. He had short black hair that was going nicely grey at the sideburns. Very distinguished. His complexion was ruddy, not tanned, but colorful just the same. He was dressed in a white dress shirt unbuttoned at the neck, but sleeves still sporting their cufflinks. His face was very tight, immobile like a mask, as if underneath something entirely different was going on. He looked calm, composed, but the effort thrummed along his skin. Anger glittered in his dark eyes.

  His arm was around his wife's shoulders. She leaned into him crying softly, eyes closed as if that would make it better. Her eye makeup had smeared in long, multicolored streaks like an oil slick down her cheeks. She had thick black hair done in some short, complicated style that looked too stiff to touch. She wore a long-sleeved, button-down blouse with a delicate flower pattern on it, pink predominating. Her slacks were a matching pink. Her feet were bare except for dark hose. A delicate gold cross and wedding rings were her only jewelry.

  The boy was only about my height and slender as a willow. He hadn't hit his growth spurt yet, and it made him look younger than he was. His face had that soft, perfect skin that said he'd never had a pimple and shaving was a distant dream. If the girl was seventeen, he had to be at least fifteen, maybe sixteen. He could have passed for twelve. A perfect victim, except for his eyes and the way he held himself. Even in the midst of grief with the lines of tears drying on his face, he looked sure of himself, self-possessed. His eyes held a quick intelligence and a rage that would hold the bullies at bay.

  His hair was the perfect black of his father's, but it was baby fine, probably the natural texture of Mrs. Quinlan's before she styled it to death.

  A little black poodle was in his lap. It had barked like a machine gun, rat-a-tat-tat, yip-yip-yip until he'd picked it up and held it. A soft growl tickled out of its curly jaws.

  "Hush, Raven," the boy said. He petted the dog as he said it, thus rewarding the growling. The dog growled again; he petted it again. I decided to ignore it. If the poodle got loose, I figured I could take it. I was armed.

  "Mr. and Mrs. Quinlan, my name's Anita Blake. I need to ask you a few questions. "

  "Have you staked the body yet?" the man asked.

  "No, Mr. Quinlan, the sheriff and I agreed to wait twenty-four hours. "

  "Her immortal soul is in jeopardy. We want it done now. "

  "If you still want it done tomorrow night, I'll do it. "

  "We want it done now. " He was holding his wife very tight, fingers digging into her shoulder.

  She opened her eyes and blinked at him. "Jeffrey, please, you're hurting me. "

  He swallowed hard and loosened his grip. "I'm sorry, Sally. I'm sorry. " The apology seemed to take some of the anger out of him. The lines in his face softened. He shook his head. "We must save her soul. Her life is gone, but her soul remains. We must save that at least. "

  There had been a time when I believed that, too. Down to my toes I thought all vampires were evil. Now, I wasn't so sure. I knew too many of them who didn't seem that bad. I knew evil when I felt it, and that wasn't what they were. I didn't know what they were, but were they damned? According to the Catholic Church, yes, they were, and so was the girl upstairs. But then, according to the Church, so was I. I'd become Episcopalian when the church declared all animators excommunicates.

  "Are you Catholic, Mr. Quinlan?"

  "Yes; what difference does that make?"

  "I was raised Catholic. So I understand your beliefs. "

  "They are not beliefs, Miss. . . What is your name?"

  "Blake, Anita Blake. "

  "They are not beliefs, Miss Blake. They are facts. Ellie's immortal soul is in danger of eternal damnation. We must help her. "

  "Do you understand what you're asking me to do?" I asked.

  "To save her. "

  I shook my head. Mrs. Quinlan was looking at me. Her eyes were very intent. I was betting I could cause a little family disagreement.

  "I will put a stake through her heart and chop off her head. " I left the fact out that most of my executions were done with a shotgun now, at close range. It was messy and you needed a closed coffin, but it was a lot easier on me and a quicker death for the vampire.

  Mrs. Quinlan started to cry again, huddling against her husband. She buried her face against him, smearing makeup on his clean white shirt.

  "Are you trying to upset my wife?"

  "No, sir, but I want you all to realize that two nights from now Ellie will rise as a vampire. She'll walk and talk. Eventually, she'll be able to be around you. If I stake her, all she'll be is dead. "

  "She is already dead. We want you to do your job," he said.

  Mrs. Quinlan wouldn't look at me. Either she believed as strongly as her hubby, or she wouldn't fight him. Not even for her daughter's continued existence.

  I let it go. I could stall for twenty-four hours. I doubted that Mr. Quinlan was going to change his mind. I had hopes for Mrs. Quinlan.

  "Does the poodle always bark at strangers?"

  They all three blinked at me like rabbits caught in headlights. The change of subject was too abrupt for their grief.

  "What has that got to do with anything?" he asked.

  "There is a murderous vampire out there somewhere. I'm going to catch him, but I need your help. So please just answer my questions as best you can. "

  "What does the dog have to do with it?"

  I sighed and sipped my coffee. He had just found his daughter dead, murdered, raped, I'm sure he'd told himself. The horror of it cut him some slack, but he was beginning to use it up.

  "The poodle barked its head off when I came to the door. Does it bark every time a stranger comes to the house?"

  The boy saw what I was getting at. "Yeah, Raven always barks at strangers. "

  I ignored his parents and talked to the most reasonable person in the room. "What's your name?"

  "Jeff," he said. God, Jeffrey Junior, of course.

  "How many times would I have to come to the house before Raven stopped barking at me?"

  He thought about that, rolling his lower lip under, really thinking about it.

  Mrs. Quinlan sat up, a little apart from her husband. "Raven always barks when someone comes to the door. Even if she knows you. "

  "Did she bark tonight?"

  The parents frowned at me. Jeff said, "Yeah. She barked like crazy until Ellie let her in her room just after dark. Ellie let her in, then a few minutes later Raven came back downstairs. "

  "How'd you find the body?"

  "Raven started barking again and wouldn't stop. Ellie didn't let her in. Ellie always lets her in. I mean, I'm not allowed in her room, but Raven gets to go in even when Ellie wants her privacy. " He made that last word sound like he usually said it with a lot of eye-rolling.

  "I knocked at the door and she didn't answer. Raven was scratching at the door. It was locked. She locked her door a lot, but she wouldn't answer. " A tear escaped from his wide eyes. "I went and got Dad. "

  "You unlocked the door, Mr. Quinlan?"

  He nodded. "Yes, and she was just lying there. I couldn't bear to touch her. She's unclean now. I. . . " He was choking on tears, trying so h
ard not to cry that his face was turning purple.

  Jeff came and put his arm around his dad, leaning against his mother, the poodle still gripped in his other arm. The dog whined softly, licked the makeup from Mrs. Quinlan's face. The woman looked up and gave a choked laugh, petting the curly fur.

  I wanted to leave. I wanted to let them huddle together and grieve. Hell, the death was so fresh, they hadn't gotten to grieving yet. They were still in shock. But I couldn't leave. Sheriff St. John would be back with the warrant, and I needed as much information as I could get before we braved the darkness.

  Larry was sitting in the corner in a pale blue chair. He was being so quiet you'd almost forget he was there. But his eyes were eager, noticing everything, filing it all away. When I first realized he damn near memorized everything I said and did, it was intimidating. Now I counted on it.

  Beth St. John came into the room with a tray of sandwiches, coffee, and soft drinks. I didn't remember anybody asking for them, but I think Beth was needing something to do besides sit here and watch the Quinlans cry. Me, too.

  She set the tray on the coffee table between the couch and the love seat. The Quinlans ignored it. I took a fresh mug of coffee. Grilling grieving families always goes down better with caffeine.

  The group huddle broke up. The poodle was transferred to the wife's arms, and the two men sat on either side of her. Jeffrey and Jeff looked at me with identical eyes. It was almost eerie. Genetics at work.

  "The vampire had to be in the room with Ellie when she let the dog in at full dark," I said.

  "My daughter would not have let in her murderer. "

  "If she was eighteen, Mr. Quinlan, it wouldn't be murder. "

  "Being made a vampire against your will is still murder, Miss Blake. "

  I was getting tired of everyone calling me "Miss," but the grieving father could do it a few more times. "I believe your daughter knew the vampire. I believe she let him in willingly. "

  "You are crazy. Beth, go get the sheriff. I want this woman out of my house. "

  Beth stood up uncertainly. "David's gone to get some things, Jeffrey. I. . . Deputy Coltrain's upstairs with the body, but. . . "

  "Then get him down here. "

  Beth looked at me, then back to him. She gripped her small hands together, almost wringing them. "Jeffrey, she's a licensed vampire hunter. She's done this a lot. Listen to her. "

  He stood up. "My daughter was raped and murdered by some soulless, bloodsucking animal, and I want this woman out of my house, now. " If he hadn't been crying at the same time, I'd have been pissed.

  Beth looked at me. She was willing to stand up to him if I needed her to. Mucho points for her. "Has anyone you know vanished or died recently?" I asked.

  Quinlan squinted at me. He looked confused. The change of subject again was just too abrupt. I was hoping I could distract him from throwing me out long enough to learn something.

  "What?"

  "Has anyone you know gone missing or died recently?"

  He shook his head. "No. "

  "Andy's missing," Jeff said.

  Quinlan shook his head again. "That boy is no concern of ours. "

  "Who's Andy?" I asked.

  "Ellie's boyfriend. "

  "He is not her boyfriend," Quinlan said.

  I caught Jeff's gaze. The look said it all. Andy had been a boyfriend, and dear old dad hadn't liked him one little bit.

  "Why didn't you like Andy, Mr. Quinlan?"

  "He was a criminal. "

  I raised my eyebrows. "In what way?"

  "He was arrested for drug abuse. "

  "He smoked some pot," Jeff said.

  I was beginning to wish I could just go off and talk with Jeff. He seemed to know what was going on and wasn't trying to hide it. Trick was how to manage it.

  "He was a corrupting influence on my daughter, and I put a stop to it. "

  "And he's missing?" I asked.

  "Yes," Jeff said.

  "I will answer Miss Blake's questions, Jeff. I am the man of the house. "

  Jesus, man of the house. Hadn't heard that in a while. "I'd like to see the rest of the house in case the vampire entered somewhere other than her room. If Jeff could show me the doors, I'd appreciate it. "

  "I can show you around, Miss Blake," Quinlan said.

  "I'm sure your wife needs you right now, Mr. Quinlan. Jeff can show me around, but only you can comfort your wife. "

  Mrs. Quinlan looked up at him, then at me, as if she wasn't sure she wanted to be comforted, but I knew the image would appeal to him.

  He nodded. "Perhaps you're right. " He touched his wife's shoulder. "Sally needs me right now. "

  Sally cooperated with fresh crying, using the poodle as a sort of impromptu handkerchief. The poodle squirmed and whined. Quinlan sat down and took his wife in his arms. The dog squirmed free and trotted over to Jeff.

  I stood. Larry stood. I moved toward the door and looked back at the boy. Jeff stood and the poodle trotted at his side. I opened the doors and ushered us all outside. Raven the poodle eyed me suspiciously, but she came along.

  I caught a last glimpse of Beth St. John gazing at the door as if she wanted to go with us, but she sat down beside the unwanted sandwiches and the cooling coffee. She sat like a good soldier. She would not abandon her post.

  I closed the door, feeling cowardly. I was glad it wasn't my job to hold the Quinlans' hands. Facing the vampire even in the dark didn't seem so bad by comparison. Of course, I was still safe inside the house. Out there in the dark with the vampire, I might feel different.

  Chapter 13

  We stood out in the entryway. The air felt cooler out here, easier to breathe. Had to be my imagination. The poodle was sniffing at my foot. She gave a low growl and Jeff picked her up, tucking her under one arm, in a familiar gesture like he'd done it a hundred times before.

  "You don't really want to see the doors, do you?" he asked.

  "No," I said.

  "Dad's all right. He's just. . . " He shrugged. "He's just right, and everyone else is wrong. He doesn't mean anything by it. "

  "I know. He's scared right now, too. That makes everyone bitchy. "

  Jeff grinned. I wasn't sure if it was the "scared" comment or the word "bitchy. " Probably didn't hear many people saying either about his dad.

  "How serious were Andy and your sister?"

  He glanced at the closed doors and lowered his voice just a little. "Dad'll say not very, but they were serious. Real serious. " He glanced at the door again.

  "We can go somewhere else to talk," I said. "Your choice of rooms. "

  He looked at me. "You're really a vampire hunter?" If the circumstances had been different, he would have been enjoying himself. It's hard not to think it's cool to put stakes through people's chests.

  "Yeah, and we raise zombies, too. "

  "Both of you?" He sounded surprised.

  "I'm a full-fledged animator," Larry said.

  Jeff shook his head. "We can talk in my room. " He led the way up the stairs. We followed.

  If I'd been a cop, questioning a juvenile without a guardian or lawyer present would have been illegal, but I wasn't a cop. And he wasn't a suspect. Just gathering information, folks. Just grilling a sixteen-year-old boy about his sister's sex life. Murder investigations are never pleasant, and some of that unpleasantness has nothing to do with the corpse.

  Jeff hesitated at the head of the stairs, peering down the hallway. Deputy Coltrain was standing outside Ellie's room, back stiff, hands behind his back, alert for intruders. The door was open. Too hard to stand in the room with the body, I guess. He saw Jeff and closed the door, still standing in front of it. Nice of Coltrain to make sure Jeff didn't see the body. But standing outside the closed door was not the best idea. A vampire, if it was old enough, could have come in the room behind him and opened the door before he could have drawn his gun. The undead make n
o noise.

  I debated on whether to tell him that. I let it go. If the vamp had meant to take out more people, it could have. He could have taken out the entire family. Instead, when the dog barked he panicked and ran. This was not an ancient bloodsucker. This was someone who was new at the job. I was betting on the boyfriend, Andy, but I'd keep an open mind. Andy might have just driven to California to find fame and fortune, but I doubted it.

  Jeff opened the door near the head of the stairs and went in. His room was smaller than his sister's. Being firstborn does have its advantages. The wallpaper was tan with cowboys and Indians on it. The bed had a matching spread. It was the room of a much younger person, just like his sister's. The walls were bare, no pinups, no sports figures. There was a desk stacked high with books. A small pile of clothes lay near the closet door. Raven the poodle sniffed the clothes. Jeff shooed her away and kicked the clothes into the closet and closed the door.

  "Sit down anywhere you can. " He pulled the desk chair out a little, then stood near the window, not sure what to do. I doubted he had many adults up to his room for a talk. Parents didn't count. Though frankly I couldn't imagine either of the Quinlans coming in for a quiet chat.

  I took the chair. I figured Jeff would feel more comfortable lounging on his bed with Larry than with me. Besides, I wasn't used to wearing skirts this short yet, and every once in a while I forgot. The chair seemed safer.

  Larry sat down on the bed with his back pressed against the wall. Jeff sat down next to him, propping some of the pillows into the corner for a back rest. Raven jumped up on the bed, circled his lap twice, and lay down. Cozy.

  "How hot an item were Andy and your sister?" No prelims; off with the clothes.

  He glanced at both of us. Larry gave him an encouraging smile. He shifted more securely against his mound of pillows and said, "Pretty hot. I mean, they hung all over each other at school. "

  "Embarrassing," I said.

  "Yeah. I mean, she was my sister. She's only a year older than me, and there's this guy pawing her. " He shook his head. He rubbed the poodle's ears, hands moving down her small curly body. He petted her like it was habit, a comfort measure.

  "Did you like Andy?"

  He shrugged. "He was older and sort of cool, but no, I thought Ellie could have done better. "

  "How so?"

  "He did smoke pot and didn't have any plans for college. Andy wasn't going anywhere. It was like the fact that he loved my sister was everything. Like they'd live on love or something stupid like that. "

  I agreed that that was stupid. "When your dad put a stop to it, did it stop?"

  He grinned at me. "No. They just started sneaking around. I think if anything, telling Ellie she couldn't see him made it worse. "

  "It usually does," I said. "When did Andy disappear?"

  "About two weeks ago. His car went missing, too, so everybody thought he'd run off, but he wouldn't have left Ellie behind. He was sort of creepy, but he wouldn't have left her. "

  "Was Ellie upset at being left behind?"

  He frowned, hugging the dog against his chest. Raven licked his chin with her small pink tongue. "That was the weird part. I mean, I know she had to pretend not to care in front of Mom and Dad, but even at school or out with our friends she didn't seem to care. I was kinda glad. I mean, Andy was a loser, but it was like she didn't believe he was gone or knew something the rest of us didn't. I thought he'd just gone off to find like an out-of-town job and was going to send for her. "

  "Maybe he did," I said.

  The frown deepened between his smooth, unblemished brows. "What do you mean?"

  "I think Andy may be the vampire that did your sister. "

  A look of disgust crumbled his face even further. "I don't believe that. Andy loved Ellie; he wouldn't kill her. "

  "If he's a vampire, Jeff, he wouldn't think turning her into the undead is killing her. He'd probably think of it as bringing her over. "

  Jeff shook his head. Raven wiggled out of his grasp as if he was squeezing too hard. She hopped off his lap and lay down on the covers. "Andy wouldn't hurt Ellie. Doesn't it hurt to die?"

  "Probably," I said.

  "The bushes underneath her end window are all crushed," Larry said.

  I looked at him. "Say again. "

  He smiled, pleased with himself. "I took a look around outside. That's what took me so long when you sent me out for gloves that you didn't need. The bushes under the end window to the girl's room are all smashed like something heavy fell on them. "

  I had a moment to visualize Larry out in the dark all alone, unarmed except for his cross. The thought made my skin cold. I opened my mouth to yell at him and closed it. Never dress anyone down in public unless it's an object lesson. I said, "Any tracks?" I gave myself a dozen brownie points for not yelling.

  "Do I look like Tonto? Besides, the ground is just grass and it's been so dry lately. I don't think there'd be any tracks. " He frowned at me. "Can you track vampires?"

  "Not normally, but if this one is as new as I think he is, then maybe. " I nodded. "Yeah. " I stood up. "I've got to go ask the deputy something. Thank you for your help, Jeff. " I offered him my hand to shake. He took it. His handshake was a little uncertain, as if he wasn't used to it.

  I went for the door and Larry followed.

  "You will find him and kill him, even if it's Andy?" Jeff asked.

  I turned back and looked at him. His dark eyes were still intelligent, still full of purpose, but there was also a little boy needing reassurance.

  "Yeah, we'll find him. "

  "And kill him?"

  "And kill him," I said.

  "Good," he said. "Good. "

  I wasn't sure if "good" was the word I would have chosen, but it wasn't my sister lying dead in the other room.

  "You got a cross?" I asked.

  He frowned, but said, "Yeah. "

  "You wearing it?"

  He shook his head.

  "Get it and wear it until we catch him. Okay?"

  "You think he'll come back?" Fear glittered at the edge of his eyes.

  "No, but you never know, Jeff. Just humor me. "

  He got up and went to his bureau. There was a line of glittering chain on one corner of the mirror. When he picked it up, a tiny gold cross dangled from it. I watched him put it on. The dog watched it all with anxious eyes.

  I smiled. "We'll see you later. "

  He nodded, fingering the cross, scared now underneath the shock. We left him in the tender care of Raven.

  "You really think the vamp will come back to the house?" Larry asked.

  "No," I said, "but just in case your little visit out into the dark gives him ideas, I want Jeff to at least have a cross on. "

  "Heh," he said. "I found a clue. "

  Deputy Coltrain was watching us, but we were running out of privacy. I kept my voice down and hoped that was enough. "Yeah, and you went out, alone, unarmed, in the dark with a vampire that had already killed once on the loose. "

  "You said it was a really new vampire. "

  "Not before you went out after the gloves. "

  "Maybe I figured out that it was a new one all on my own," he said. He was looking stubborn, like far from taking my warning to heart, he just might do it again.

  "New vampires can still kill you, Larry. "

  "With a cross on?"

  He had a point. Very few of the new dead could get past the pain of a cross, or play enough head games to get you to take it off voluntarily.

  "Fine, Larry, but where's the vampire that made him? That one may be a couple of centuries old, and it's out in the dark, too. "

  He went a little pale around the edges. "I never thought of that. "

  "I did. "

  He gave a shrug and had the grace to look embarrassed. "That's why you're the boss. "

  "That's right," I said.

  "All right, all right. I promise to
be good. "

  "Great; now let's go ask Deputy Coltrain if he knows anyone who could track our vampire. "

  "Can you really track a vampire like that?"

  "I don't know, but with one less than two weeks old, one that falls out a window and into some shrubs, you might be able to. They at least might be able to narrow down where we should look first. "

  He was grinning very broadly at me.

  "Yeah, knowing it fell out the window is useful information. It might not have occurred to me to check for tracks outside the window. "

  If he grinned any wider, he was going to pull something.

  "And if a vampire old enough to get past your cross had eaten your face, I'd have never known about the shrubs. "

  "Ah, Anita. I done good. "

  I shook my head. For all that Larry had seen of vampires, it wasn't enough. He still didn't fully appreciate what they were. He didn't have any scars yet. If he stayed in the business long enough to get his license, that would change.

  God help him.