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“Yeah, I want a piece of them.”
Edward smiled, broad and shining. “I love my work.”
I smiled back. “Me, too.”
Chapter 27
Jean-Claude lay in the middle of a white canopied bed. His skin was only slightly less white than the sheets. He was dressed in a nightshirt. Lace fell down the low collar, forming a lace window around his chest. Lace flowed from the sleeves, nearly hiding his hands. It should have looked feminine, but Jean-Claude made it utterly masculine. How could any man wear a white lace gown and not look silly? Of course, he wasn’t a man. That must be it. His black hair curled in the lace collar. Touchable. I shook my head. Not even in my dreams. I was dressed in something long and silky. It was a shade of blue almost as dark as his eyes. My arms looked very white against it. Jean-Claude got to his knees and reached his hand out to me. An invitation.
I shook my head.
“It is only a dream, ma petite. Will you not come to me even here?”
“It’s never just a dream with you. It always means more.”
His hand fell to the sheets, fingertips caressing the cloth.
“What are you trying to do to me, Jean-Claude?”
He looked very steadily at me. “Seduce you, of course.”
Of course. Silly me.
The phone beside the bed rang. It was one of those white princess phones with lots of gold on it. There hadn’t been a telephone a second before. It rang again, and the dream fell to shreds. I came awake grabbing for the phone.
“Hello.”
“Hey, did I wake you?” Irving Griswold asked.
I blinked at the phone. “Yeah, what time is it?”
“It’s ten o’clock. I know better than to call early.”
“What do you want, Irving?”
“Grouchy.”
“I got in late. Can we skip the sarcasm?”
“I, your true-blue reporter friend, will forgive you that grumpy hello, if you answer a few questions.”
“Questions?” I sat up, hugging the phone to me. “What are you talking about?”
“Is it true that Humans First saved you last night, as they’re claiming?”
“Claiming? Can you talk in complete sentences, Irving?”
“The morning news had Jeremy Ruebens on it. Cha
“Oh, he did not.”
“May I quote you?”
I thought about that for a minute. “No.”
“I need a quote for the paper. I’m trying to give a chance for a rebuttal.”
“A rebuttal?”
“Hey, I was an English major.”
“That explains so much.”
“Can you give me your side of the story, or not?”
I thought about that for a minute. Irving was a friend and a good reporter. If Ruebens was already on the morning news with the story, I needed to get my side out. “Can you give me fifteen minutes to make coffee and get dressed?”
“For an exclusive, you bet.”
“Talk to you then.” I hung up and went straight for the coffeemaker. I was wearing jogging socks, jeans, and the oversized t-shirt I’d slept in when Irving called back. I had a steaming cup of coffee on the bedside table beside the phone. Ci
“Okay, spill it,” he said.
“Gee, Irving, no foreplay?”
“Get to it, Blake, I’ve got a deadline.”
I told him everything. I had to admit that Humans First had saved my cookies. Darn. “I can’t confirm that the vampire they ran off was the Master of the City.”
“Hey, I know Jean-Claude is the master. I interviewed him, remember?”
“I remember.”
“I know this Indian guy was not Jean-Claude.”
“But Humans First doesn’t know that.”
“A double exclusive, wowee.”
“No, don’t say that Alejandro isn’t the master.”
“Why not?”
“I’d clear it with Jean-Claude first, if I were you.”
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, not a bad idea.” He sounded nervous.
“Is Jean-Claude giving you trouble?”
“No, why do you ask?”
“For a reporter you lie badly.”
“Jean-Claude and I got business just between us. It doesn’t concern The Executioner.”
“Fine; just watch your back, okay?”
“I’m flattered that you’re worried about me, Anita, but trust me, I can handle it.”
I didn’t argue with that. I must have been in a good mood. “Anything you say, Irving.”
He let it go, so I did, too. No one could handle Jean-Claude, but it wasn’t my business. Irving had been the one hot for the interview. So there were strings attached; not a big surprise, and not my business. Really.
“This’ll be on the front page of the morning paper. I’ll check with Jean-Claude about whether to mention this new vamp isn’t the master.”
“I’d really appreciate it if you could hold off on that.”
“Why?” He sounded suspicious.
“Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea for Humans First to believe Alejandro is the master.”
“Why?”
“So they don’t kill Jean-Claude,” I said.
“Oh,” he said.
“Yeah,” I said.
“I’ll bear that in mind,” he said.
“You do that.”
“Gotta go; deadline calls.”
“Okay, Irving, talk to you later.”
“Bye, Anita, thanks.” He hung up.
I sipped the still-steaming coffee, slowly. The first cup of the day should never be rushed. If I could get Humans First to believe the same lie Edward bought, then no one would be hunting Jean-Claude. They’d be hunting Alejandro. The master that was slaughtering humans. Put the police on the case, and we had the rogue vamps outnumbered. Yeah, I liked it.
The trick was, would everyone buy it? Never know until you try.
Chapter 28
I had finished a pot of coffee and managed to get dressed when the phone rang again. One of those mornings.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Ms. Blake?” the voice sounded very uncertain.
“Speaking.”
“This is Karl Inger.”
“Sorry if I sounded abrupt. What’s up, Mr. Inger?”
“You said you’d speak to me again if we had a better plan. I have a better plan,” he said.
“For killing the Master of the City?” I made it a question.
“Yes.”
I took a deep breath and let it out slow, away from the phone. Didn’t want him to think I was heavy breathing at him. “Mr. Inger…”
“Please, hear me out. We saved your life last night. That must be worth something.”
He had me there. “What’s your plan, Mr. Inger?”
“I’d rather tell you in person.”
“I’m not going to my office for some hours yet.”
“Could I come to your home?”
“No.” It was automatic.
“You don’t bring business home?”
“Not when I can help it,” I said.
“Suspicious of you.”
“Always,” I said.
“Can we meet somewhere else? There’s someone I want you to meet.”
“Who, and why?”
“The name won’t mean anything to you.”
“Try me.”
“Mr. Oliver.”
“First name?”
“I don’t know it.”
“Okay, then why should I meet him?”
“He has a good plan for killing the Master of the City.”
“What?”
“No, I think it will be better if Mr. Oliver explains it in person. He’s much more persuasive than I am.”
“You’re doing okay,” I said.
“Then you’ll meet me?”
“Sure, why not?”
“That’s wonderful. Do you know where Arnold is?”
“Yes.”
“There’s a pay fishing lake just outside of Arnold on Tesson Ferry Road. Do you know it?”
I had an impression that I had driven by it on the way to two murders. All roads led to Arnold. “I can find it.”
“How soon can you meet me there?” he asked.
“An hour.”
“Great; I’ll be waiting.”
“Is this Mr. Oliver going to be at the lake?”
“No, I’ll drive you from there.”
“Why all the secrecy?”
“Not secrecy,” he said, his voice dropped, embarrassed. “I’m just not very good at giving directions. It’ll be easier if I just take you.”