One Foot in the Grave

Jeaniene Frost

One Foot in the Grave

The second book in the Night Huntress series

To my father.

You are now,

and will always be,

my hero.

ONE

I WAITED OUTSIDE THE LARGE, FOUR-STORY home in Manhasset that was owned by a Mr. Liam Fla

My knock was answered by an older man in a business suit. “Special Agent Catrina Arthur,” I said. “Here to see Mr. Fla

Catrina wasn’t my real name, but it’s what was on my doctored badge. The doorman gave me an insincere smile.

“I’ll see if Mr. Fla

I already knew Liam Fla

Well, neither was I, even though I was the only one out of the three of us with a heartbeat.

A few minutes later, the door reopened. “Mr. Fla

That was his first mistake. If I had anything to say about it, it would also be his last.

My first thought as I entered Liam Fla

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as power filled the room. Fla

“Agent Arthur,” Fla

His accent was English, which was at odds with his Irish name. Just hearing that intonation made a shiver run up my spine. English accents held memories for me.

I turned around. Fla

Yep, he was pretty. He probably had no trouble scaring up di

“Yes, this is about Thomas Stillwell and Jerome Hawthorn. The Bureau would appreciate your cooperation.”

My polite stalling was to gauge how many other people were in the house. I strained my ears, but so far came up with no one but Fla

“Of course. Anything to assist law and order,” he said with an undercurrent of amusement.

“And you’re comfortable speaking here?” I asked, trying to get more of a look around. “Or is there somewhere private you’d prefer?”

He sauntered over. “Agent Arthur, if you want to have a private word with me, call me Liam. And I do hope you want to talk about something other than boring Jerome and Thomas.”

Oh, I had little intention of talking as soon as I got Liam in private. Since he’d been implicated in the deaths of his employees, Fla

“Liam, you’re not flirting with a federal agent who’s investigating you in a double homicide, are you?”

“Catrina, an i

“You haven’t,” I said immediately. “Trust me, I would have remembered.”

I didn’t mean it as a compliment, but it caused him to chuckle in a way that was too insinuating for my liking.

“I’ll bet.”

You smug son of a bitch. Let’s see how long you’ll keep that smirk.

“Back to business, Liam. Are we talking here, or somewhere private?”

He made a noise of defeat. “If you insist on traveling this path, we may as well be comfortable in the library. Come with me.”

I followed him past more lavish, empty rooms to the library. It was magnificent, with hundreds of new and old books. There were even scrolls preserved in a glass display case, but it was the large piece of artwork on the wall that caught my attention.

“This looks…primitive.”

At first glance it appeared to be wood or ivory, but on closer inspection, it looked like bones. Human ones.

“Aborigine, nearly three hundred years old. Given to me by some mates of mine in Australia.”

Liam came nearer, his turquoise eyes starting to glint with emerald. I knew the pinpoints of green in his gaze for what they were. Lust and feeding looked the same on a vampire. Both made the eyes glow emerald and the fangs pop out. Liam was either hungry or horny, but I wasn’t going to satisfy any of his cravings.

My cell phone rang. “Hello,” I answered.

“Agent Arthur, are you still questioning Mr. Fla

“Yes. This should be wrapped up in thirty minutes.”

Translation: If I didn’t answer again in half an hour, Tate and my team would come in after me.

Tate hung up without further comment. He hated it when I handled things alone, but too bad. Fla

“I believe the police told you that the bodies of Thomas Stillwell and Jerome Hawthorn were found with most of their blood missing. And not any visible wounds on them to account for it,” I said, jumping right in.

Liam shrugged. “Does the Bureau have a theory?”

Oh, we had more than a theory. I knew Liam would have just closed the telltale holes on Thomas and Jerome’s necks with a drop of his own blood before they died. Boom, two bodies drained, no vampire calling card to rally the villagers-unless you knew what tricks to look for.

Flatly I shot back, “You do, though, don’t you?”

“You know what I have a theory on, Catrina? That you taste as sweet as you look. In fact, I haven’t thought about anything else since you walked in.”

I didn’t resist when Liam closed the distance between us and lifted my chin. After all, this would distract him better than anything I came up with.

His lips were cool on mine and vibrating with energy, giving my mouth pleasant tingles. He was a very good kisser, sensing when to deepen it and when to really deepen it. For a minute, I actually allowed myself to enjoy it-God, four years of celibacy must be taking its toll!-and then I got down to business.

My arms went around him, concealing me pulling a dagger from my sleeve. At the same time, he slid his hands down to my hips and felt the hard outlines under my pants.