Danger Calls (6 page)

S
he'd made a list.

She'd checked it twice.

She didn't know who'd been naughty, only who'd been nice.

The problem was, those who'd been nice might have been the ones who'd been the most naughty.

Melissa hated having to second-guess everyone's motives. It wasn't in her nature to question what was behind someone's actions or whether she was misreading a glance or an errant look. With as much time as she spent in the hospital, having to wonder about each of her co-workers was creating quite a strain.

Tossing the list onto her desk, she closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, once again going over the events of the night the journal was stolen. Where she had been and whom she had seen. How long she'd been in the E.R. and after, what she recalled from her walk back to her office and the discovery of the theft. As it had every other time, the same list of names came up. Number one on that hit parade was her friend Sara, the nurse in charge of her floor.

Sara had been on duty that night and free when Melissa had been called to the emergency room. She'd been on the floor when Melissa had returned from the E.R. and had come by immediately after the theft to offer her help. Had her offer been a smokescreen to throw Melissa off?

Although Melissa wasn't one to normally plug into the hospital grapevine, she'd done so the last few days and discovered a great deal. Gossip said that Sara had been working a ton of extra hours, but no one knew why. Only that Sara needed the money.

Tony, the muscle-bound security guard who had been with Melissa in her office, had supposedly been tossed out of some kind of competition for testing positive for steroids. Melissa knew little about Tony other than that he had always been unflaggingly polite and helpful. As for his purported steroid use, the grapevine hinted that he had passed the random drug tests done by the hospital. Nevertheless, the rumors made him a possible suspect. Who knew if he could trade the prescription medicines stolen from her office for the steroids he needed to bulk up?

There had been a few other orderlies and nurses there that night, along with her father's old friend, Dr. Edward Sloan, but overall, it was a rather short list. And she wanted to take her friend Sara off of it.

Sara came from a tough neighborhood on the Upper East Side and had risen from poverty the hard way by doing a stint in the Army that had taught her the basics of being an EMT, and later had helped pay for a nursing degree. Melissa knew Sara had been trying to move her family to a better area. Maybe that was why she needed cash.

Being her friend, Melissa could probably come right out and ask, only Sara was prideful about certain things, money being one of them. Melissa had it and Sara didn't. That was always a source of conflict between them. Was it enough of an issue that Sara would steal or deal drugs to balance the scales? And why would she take the journal?

It left a sour taste in her mouth as she scooped her list of names off her desk and stuffed it into her lab coat pocket. Taking a look at her watch, she realized it was time for her last rounds before going home.

To most people, home was a sanctuary where they could escape the grind of their daily lives. For Melissa, it just meant a different kind of grind except…

Sebastian might be there. He'd been around the last few days; busy wiring and setting up equipment. So far with her schedule, it had been easy to avoid him, but now that it was her turn for some midday shifts, they might finally run into one another. She was still conflicted about whether that might prove difficult…or decidedly interesting.

 

The door to the women's locker room was ajar.

Melissa caught sight of Sara, who looked around before stuffing something into a knapsack. The knapsack tipped over and two blood bags spilled onto the floor. Sara quickly scooped them up and jammed them back into her bag.

Melissa pushed through the door.

Sara whirled, a look of worry on her face that turned to a broad smile as she recognized her friend. “Whew, you scared the crap out of me.”

“Worried?” Melissa asked, trying to appear nonchalant while angry that she'd now have to move Sara back to Number One on her list of suspects.

Determined to find out what was going on with her friend, Melissa entered the combination on her lock, but kept an eye on Sara to see if any other interesting things fell out of her knapsack. Like the stolen journal.

Sara nodded and turned back to her locker. “Just spooked since the other night.”

Melissa took off her white coat and hung it up, pausing to slip the suspect list into her knapsack. She glanced at Sara, who was easing off her nurse's scrubs and tossing them into the laundry basket. Her friend seemed calm and no longer worried. Had she misread Sara's actions? Could there be some logical reason for her to be taking the blood?

Like the reason you do?
an annoying voice in her head challenged.

“Were you on the floor when it happened?” Melissa asked as she, too, slipped off her hospital garb and pitched it into the hamper.

“I was with a patient. They'd buzzed me about some pain, so I had to call the resident,” Sara began, part of her explanation muffled by the shirt she was putting on over her head. “You know, I thought I heard something, but it wasn't all that loud. And I didn't see anyone come down the hall from the elevator, so I guess they used the stairs.”

Melissa reached for her oxford shirt. “Sounds like they had it all planned out.”

Sara shook her head. “But we were around. We were sure to see them unless…Maybe they wouldn't have taken a chance if they saw someone on the floor. Maybe they would've just gone to another office.”

“Or maybe they would have hurt someone? Is that why you were spooked before?” Melissa offered, hoping to find some reason for Sara's furtive actions.

“
Sí
,” Sara answered and gripped the edge of her locker with one hand, facing Melissa. “I've been working a lot of hours. If I can't be safe here…”

“Is everything okay?”

“
Mami
hasn't been well.” Sara's face grew hard and unreadable, her motions slightly flustered. “I'd rather not talk about it.” As they both finished dressing, she remained silent.

As they walked out of the locker room together, Melissa didn't press, sensing Sara's unease. When they neared the elevator bank, Melissa laid her hand on Sara's arm and said, “If you need to talk, if there's anything I can do to help, just let me know.”

Sara gave Melissa a tired smile. “Thanks for the offer, but you can't even begin to guess the half of it.”

Melissa considered the possibility that she knew exactly what was up with Sara, but she said nothing else. It was safer to go to the source, for if there was one person sure to know more about other vampires and their keepers, it was Ryder.

 

The journal flew across the room and hit the wall with a dull, but satisfying, thud.

Useless. Totally useless.

The Danvers clan had apparently been guarding some kind of secret for a long time, only this journal hadn't provided any information on the nature of their clandestine duties or how those duties tied into Frederick Danvers's recent experiments.

Another lab rat had died. Just one more rat to go and there was still nothing to keep the cell strain going. Nothing to give a clue as to how to activate the frozen samples.

It was risky to try anything else right now. Security had been tightened at the hospital and the surveillance of Melissa's office had revealed nothing. If she had other journals, she wasn't endangering them by bringing them to the hospital.

Which meant she might have them at home. Only a home intrusion posed many increased risks, including injury to the inhabitants. Not that collateral damage of that kind was a problem, but if Melissa was the last Danvers with knowledge of the secret, the risk of losing her was too extreme. At least for now.

There was one lab rat and a fresh supply of human blood to inoculate with the cell strain. Maybe this time it would take.

“A
re you sure it was a blood bag?”

Melissa dragged a hand through her hair. “As sure as I could be without checking her knapsack.” With an exasperated sigh, she continued, “Is she like me? A keeper? It would make sense, wouldn't it? As a nurse, she knows a lot of medical stuff. She could take care of needs like yours.”

“Possibly.” Ryder lowered his gaze as if further considering her question.

Diana, who was perusing the list Melissa had given her earlier, jumped in with, “Sara Martinez. It's a common name. Anything else you can give me? Birth date? Social Security Number?”

“We're both Virgos. I think she was born on August 27th.”

“Virgos, huh? That makes you headstrong and intelligent. And would it be so bad if you had fellow-keeper company?” Sebastian asked.

Ignoring him, Melissa shot up off the sofa and paced a step or two before facing Ryder and Diana. “So is it possible? Could Sara be a keeper like me?”

“I know there are other vampires, but I don't know who they are or where they are.”

Melissa examined him, trying to figure out how he could be so damn complacent about this. But she saw that while his tone sounded relaxed, he tapped his closed fist against the arm of the sofa in a nervous gesture. “How could you
not
know?”

To stop the growing tension between Melissa and Ryder, Sebastian quipped, “It's not like there's some secret organization like VLAD, Melissa.”

“VLAD?” She faced him, a confused look on her face.

“
Sí
. Vampires, Lycanthropes And Demons. Get it? VLAD. Like the Impaler.” He made a staking motion with one hand.

It brought a small smile to Melissa's lips and dragged a strangled chuckle from Diana.

“Is it possible that your father knew somehow? Maybe he figured out what Sara was up to? Confronted her about it?” Ryder asked, completely ignoring Sebastian's attempt at humor.

Melissa seated herself on the arm of the sofa, so close Sebastian could smell her perfume, a scent with a hint of lilacs. So close he could detect the tightness of her body as she answered, “My father was kind of old-fashioned that way. He was a doctor. She was a nurse. There was no reason for him to get to know Sara.”

“But maybe she knew about him,” Ryder replied. “Maybe she wanted something from him.”

“What?” Melissa pressed, her hands fluttering in the air with her distress.

“Information she obviously didn't get,” Sebastian supplied. Then he asked Diana, “Are we sure someone killed Melissa's parents? There's no room for doubt about that?”

“None. The copies of the reports Peter Daly got for me show gross errors during the initial investigation.” She turned her attention to Melissa. “Is there anything else you can think of—”

“Nothing, but maybe there's more in my father's journals. Maybe I should get started there instead of with the older ones.”

“Not without some safeguards,” Ryder advised and looked across the small distance to Sebastian, pinning him with his gaze. “Are you ready to get started?”

Sebastian sat up straighter and squared his shoulders, bracing himself for anything else Ryder might say. “I finished all the programming and setup this afternoon. We can scan tonight if you'd like.”

“The sooner, the better,” Ryder confirmed.

“I need a break and even though I'm not really hungry, I need some dinner. After that, Sebastian can get started. Once he's done with Father's first journal, I'll start reviewing it to see if I can make sense of what was going on.”

Diana's stomach grumbled noisily and she placed a hand over her midsection to quiet the rumble. “My stomach seconds the dinner plan.”

Some of the earlier tension dissipated as the talk turned to routine things.

Ryder offered, “Chinese? Now that it's dark, Diana and I can go pick up something while Sebastian scans.”

“Sounds good. Make mine Kung Pao Chicken, very hot,” Melissa said.

“Like it spicy, do you?” Sebastian teased, and a gleam entered his eye to let her know food was the last thing on his mind.

Business only, Melissa thought. Only something inside made her want to shock him. Grinning boldly, she answered, “The hotter, the better.”

 

Sebastian worked as quickly and efficiently as one of his fancy computers, Melissa thought as she occasionally looked up from the older journal she was reading. There didn't appear to be a wasted action as he placed her father's first journal on the flatbed scanner and methodically digitized the pages. The first volume was a slim one and Sebastian was halfway through it by the time Diana and Ryder returned with dinner.

By tacit agreement, the conversation during the meal stayed away from their investigations. Anyone eavesdropping on their dinner would never have thought anything out of the ordinary was going on. It could have been a double date, without the fear of murder and mayhem looming over their heads.

After dinner Diana returned to her office to get some second opinions from her staff, and Ryder, sensing he was no longer needed or wanted, excused himself.

“Do you mind if I change into something more comfortable?” Melissa asked. When Sebastian grinned at her, she blushed hotly. “As in sweatshirt-and-pants kind of comfortable, and
does your mind always have to be in the gutter?”

Sebastian raised his hands in surrender. “Sorry, but the cliché was too much to resist.”

“Well, try. This is supposed to be business.” Although she was having serious doubts about her own abilities to resist his charm and keep to the agreement.

“Yep, just business. So go get comfortable—” he did a Groucho Marx kind of eyebrow wiggle “—while I scan away.”

Despite her better judgment, his actions dragged a laugh from her. She playfully jabbed him in the arm and retired to her bedroom to change.

Quickly slipping into sweatpants and a T-shirt, she returned to Ryder's office, where Sebastian was now three-quarters of the way through the journal. Melissa held up another diary—the next one by the second Danvers—and asked, “Mind if I keep reading this in here until you're done?”

Without shifting his gaze away from the monitor or breaking the rhythm of his work, Sebastian inclined his head in the direction of the couch in the office. “Make yourself at home.”

Home
. As she settled herself onto the leather couch and pulled a light throw over her legs, she did feel homey with Sebastian in the room.

What did he think of everything that was going on? Would he be glad to be done with his end of it? Would he volunteer for something else or go his own way, much as he seemed to do with everything in his life? It saddened her to think he would leave without a second thought.

As he lifted his gaze, it collided with hers. She guiltily shifted her attention back to the journal, telling herself to concentrate. She wasn't sure whether she'd read the page before, so she began again.

And again and again. She yawned, the dinner and comfort of the couch making her sleepy. She battled drowsiness, but it was a losing fight. Closing her eyes, she told herself it would only be a quick nap.

At the speed Sebastian was going, he'd soon be done with the first of her father's journals. She counted on him to wake her so she could get to work and find a cure for Ryder, or at least find out if she had some keeper company.