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“It’s not an advantage when all my bullets are silver,” Brenda said.
“I still tipped off the cops,” Evan said. “I tell you what. I’ll give you the friends-and-family discount. Twenty percent off.”
Ben said, “That’s your friends-and-family discount?”
Brenda murmured, “It’s because he doesn’t have any.”
I stared. This was all so wrong. “You people are insane.”
Brenda just shrugged. Didn’t deny it.
A couple of the police cars drove away with Boris and Sylvia. More stayed, including a van marked CSI. This was going to end up on an episode of the show, wasn’t it? I guessed they’d be here a while. Five bodies, Evan said. Aside from Balthasar, I wondered which ones, who was left, and what would happen to the show. Not that I could think about them without shivering. Not even Avi, who’d seemed so friendly and earnest. I hoped the cult was broken up for good.
I said, “What about the vampire?”
“Vampire?” Evan said.
“Yeah. The woman in charge of the ceremony. That priestess. She was a vampire.”
“You sure?” Brenda said. “I remember her—I’m sure I capped her.”
“I smelled her. She got shot and nothing happened. She’s the real one in charge of that mess. If she got away, it’ll just start up all over again.” Or she might be looking to take revenge.
Brenda flattened her hand on the table. “What would a vampire be doing fronting a Vegas show?”
I thought about it: A vampire at the head of a pack of lycanthropes was a pretty powerful vampire. She’d be a rival to the Master of the city—unless she was something else entirely. Like a Babylonian priestess, heading a cult of a goddess who hadn’t been worshipped since the ancient Mesopotamian empires.
I nudged Ben. “Let me use your phone.” I dialed Dom’s number. It rang, and rang, and rang.
Did Dom even know that the head of Balthasar’s pack was a vampire—maybe even an ancient Mesopotamian vampire? And how old would she have to be to be the priestess of a Babylonian cult? Four thousand years old? I didn’t want to think about that. Would Dom know about her if she didn’t want him to? Now that she’d been disturbed, maybe even exposed, what would she do next?
“What’s wrong?” Ben said, reading the anxiety in my expression.
“He’s not answering.”
“Who?” Evan said. “Who are you calling?”
“The Master of Las Vegas.”
Brenda narrowed her gaze and looked confused. “You mean that cult was headed up by a vampire, and she isn’t the Master of Las Vegas?”
“I think something weird’s going on,” I said.
Evan laughed. “She says this now?”
I’d noticed lately how my baseline for weird had shifted a bit. Werewolves and bounty hunters of the supernatural were normal. A borderline BDSM stage show starring a mille
“What do we do about it?” Ben said.
“Nothing,” Evan said.
“Nothing?” That woman had tried to kill me, and I didn’t like the thought of her ru
“Not our bailiwick,” Brenda said, shrugging. “You can’t expect us to go after something that powerful just because it’s the right thing to do.”
“We only have your word that she’s a vampire,” Evan said. “Are you sure about that?”
“I smelled her.”
Brenda said, “If there’s a different Master here, I’m betting she isn’t even a vampire. Look—we took care of that gang. They’re not going to be sacrificing anybody anytime soon. Until she shows herself again—if she does—there’s nothing we can do.”
“Personally, I’m thinking she’s one of the five bodies we took out.” Evan gestured to the hotel driveway, where the first of the gurneys, carrying a body in a black plastic bag, was being brought out. Once again, I wondered who it was.
“I might be able to get a copy of the police report by tomorrow,” Ben said. “Can you wait that long?”
“Sure,” I said. “Assuming she doesn’t kill us all in our sleep.”
“You’re really a jumpy one,” Brenda said.
“Can you blame me?”
Ben took hold of my hand under the table and squeezed. Chill out. Don’t freak. She was just trying to get to me—it was her job.
“What do you want to do?” he said.
“I think I want to go see Dom. We have a little time—we can get over there before sunrise.”
“Then let’s go.” He pushed his chair out. “Thanks for the drinks, and the help, and the save. I’ll send you a check.”
He shook hands with Evan and Brenda over the table. “Tell Cormac I said hi,” Brenda said.
“He’ll laugh his ass off when I tell him that.”
“Good,” she said. “He probably needs a good laugh these days.”
“Real interesting meeting you, Kitty,” Evan said.
I smirked. “Not nice, or good, or a pleasure—”
“I’ll say it was a pleasure,” Brenda said. “I haven’t had this much fun at a gun show in years.” She gri
The sooner Ben and I were out of here, the better.
But I paused. “Brenda, can I ask you kind of a personal question?”
“Sure. Amuse me.”
“Let’s see, how can I put this... do you dress like that on purpose?” I gestured to her tight-pants, cleavage-revealing, spike-heeled ensemble.
“Like what?” she said, totally deadpan.
“Never mind.”
Hand on my elbow, Ben pulled me away.
Dawn was nearly here. The Strip’s glitter looked tired, desperate almost, in the near-morning light. Like Christmas on downers. Dom might or might not be up still. I had to find him, because no matter how blasé Evan and Brenda were about it, I knew the priestess of Tiamat was a vampire, and I believed she was still at large. I wanted to warn Dom.
He probably just wasn’t answering his phone. Didn’t mean he was in trouble or anything.
“Thanks for humoring me,” I said to Ben as we walked to the Napoli. I felt like we were a team again.
Ben said, “If he’s not answering his phone, how do you even know he’ll be there?”
“Maybe he’s not. But I have to try. And if he’s in trouble—”
“Kitty. You can’t save the world. What makes you think he even has anything to do with that mess at the Hanging Gardens?”
“It’s vampires. They’re always tangled up. Nothing’s ever simple with them. Maybe you’ve noticed.”
“Yeah, I have. So what, we ask for him at the front desk again?”
“I still have the key card to his penthouse. Let’s hope it still works.”
Inside the elevator, I tried the card, and surprise, surprise, it worked. A smarter guy would have had the card canceled or asked for it back. But Dom was a gracious host. He was also a vampire, which made me wonder what his veneer of amiable cluelessness was hiding.
Beside me, Ben was fidgeting, nervous. “This may be a bad idea, walking into a vampire’s lair like this.”
“You’re probably right,” I said.
He did an actual double take. “Really? You’re admitting it?”
“Yeah.”
“I can’t help but notice we’re doing it anyway.”
Er, yeah... I wrapped my arm around his and squeezed close.
The elevator stopped. The doors opened to the foyer of Dom’s suite. Both Dom’s vampire bodyguards were on watch. Sven stood at the elevator doors, a six-foot-five mass of polished Nordic chill. His smile showed a hint of fang. Behind him, at the other end of the foyer, the other, silent bodyguard stood watch. I avoided looking at him and concentrated on Sven.
I smiled back and waved. Told myself to be brazen. “Hi. Is Dom in?”
“What are you doing here?” Sven said, not angrily or defensively, but curious. Definitely not surprised. He’d probably seen us coming on some security video. It would be easy to keep track of anyone coming to Dom’s suite. Didn’t mean the vampire priestess couldn’t sneak in.
But everything looked normal. Sven even looked relaxed—amused, maybe, at the werewolves who thought they could march in here without a by-your-leave.