Night Huntress 07 - This Side of the Grave (3 page)

Sympathy welled up in me, dulling the voices still yammering on in my mind. Ed and Scratch were doing the best they could to look out for their friends under the very harsh circumstances of living in a world where they were close to second-class citizens. I knew from experience that it sucked to feel like no one had your back when the monsters came sniffing around. Of course, technically, Ed and Scratch were monsters, too.

Then again, so was I. In this case, that was a plus.

Bones looked at me and arched a brow.

“Let’s do it,” I said to the unspoken question.

He rose, giving his knuckles a quick, expert crack, and then threw several bills on the table.

“All right, then, mates. Let’s see if Shayne’s mobile just ran out of charge.”

True to Ed’s word, Harris’s apartment was only twenty minutes away. I found it ironic that it was also only about a mile away from the apartment complex I’d lived in when I went to OSU, seemingly another lifetime ago. If Bones noticed the close proximity to my old place, he didn’t comment on it. He seemed more focused on the exterior of the building, trying to pick up any vibes of danger within. We couldn’t risk sending Fabian in first to check it out. The ghost had snuck into our trunk when we drove off, unnoticed by Ed or Scratch, but if we sent Fabian in ahead of us, that
would
draw their attention to our phantom friend.

Tingles of power rode on the air behind us in the narrow parking lot. Ed and Scratch jerked around, but Bones didn’t flinch. Neither did
I
. That was Tiny and Band-Aid, our backup who’d followed us over from the mall.

“Tiny, Band-Aid, keep an eye on these two for a moment, will you?” Bones said to them before striding toward the complex. I went with him, shrugging into my long leather coat. It wasn’t because I was cold; the late summer day was warm, but my coat held several pounds’ worth of silver knives. Sure, I had knives tucked under my blouse, but those were the shorter, throwing variety meant for vampires. Only decapitation killed a ghoul, which meant I needed bigger blades if any sinister members of that species awaited us inside.

Bones inhaled once we reached the second floor. So did
I
. The front doors were all in a line facing the parking lot, with the fresh air chasing away most of the telltale scents of their occupants, but I caught a whiff of something inhuman coming from the second to last unit. Bones must have, too, because his steps quickened. I inhaled again, my nose wrinkling when we were almost at that door. Bones paused to give me a grim look.

The shades were drawn tight, preventing us from peering inside, but I already knew what we’d find. The scent of death was unmistakable.

“We’re too late,” I whispered. Seeing the broken lock on the door was almost redundant.

Bones pushed the door open, moving immediately to the side in case a flash of flying silver accompanied his entry. Nothing moved, however. The inside of the apartment was as quiet as a tomb.

And just like a tomb, it had bodies in it.

“I don’t feel anyone, but stay sharp,” Bones said as he stepped inside. I followed, checking the corners first, joining Bones in doing a sweep of the interior with as much caution as if we knew enemy forces were within. As we’d suspected, though, the place was empty of everyone except us—and two shriveled vampires on the floor of the tiny family room.

The damn voices in my mind began to rise again. There weren’t as many people in the apartment complex as the mall, so it didn’t affect me with the same sort of mental explosion, but it was like my mind was filled with the hum from a nest of angry bees. I rubbed my temple, as if that could tone them down, but of course, it didn’t help.

Bones didn’t catch the gesture. His attention was still focused on the two shriveled corpses near our feet.

“Looks like a dawn ambush,” he noted, taking in their lack of shoes and how neither body was fully dressed. “Poor sods didn’t have the chance to put up much of a fight.”

The lack of disarray in the apartment was testament of that. When supernatural creatures fought to the death, things usually got a lot messier than a few overturned tables and some blood smeared on the carpet. Investigating the deaths of vampires was still somewhat unusual for me. Sure, I’d spent years working for a covert branch of Homeland Security tracking paranormal homicides, but in those circumstances, the vampires had usually been the perpetrators. Not the victims.

…
if I don’t pay the car payment, I’ll have enough money for the mortgage…

…
told
that bastard I wouldn’t put up with him being out all night again…

…
so
proud of her, she’ll graduate with her class…

I rubbed my head once more as the voices got louder. This time, Bones saw it.

“Again?”

“I’m fine,” I said, attempting a casual tone.

His stare turned pointed. “Bollocks.”

“I’ve got it under control, it’s nothing to worry about,” I amended. That was true. Dead bodies took priority over the mental mutterings going off in my head.

From his expression, Bones wasn’t buying my blasé act, but the clock was ticking on this crime scene. We had bodies to remove, evidence to erase, and killers to find.

Bones raised his voice. “Ed, get up here.”

The skinny vampire’s face pinched when he came inside and saw the bodies. “Aw, fuck,” he groaned.

“Are these Shayne and Harris?” Bones asked, in a gentler tone than before.

Ed bent down, sniffing at each body. Vampires might never look a day older than whatever age they were when they were changed, but all that ended upon death. After death, a vampire’s body rapidly composed to their true age, meaning that most of the time, there was nothing left but mummified remains inside of whatever clothes they died in. These two bodies were no exception.

Ed sat back on his haunches next to the denim-clad body. “That’s them,” he said in a thicker voice. Then he snarled, “Fucking ghouls.”

“Why don’t you go back outside now?” I said, giving Ed’s arm a pat. There was nothing more he could do, but Bones and I still had things to take care of.

Ed gave another long look at Harris’s and Shayne’s corpses before he got up and walked out. I sighed. This was bad for so many reasons, and Ed’s grief was only part of it.

“Why do you think they left the bodies?” I asked Bones quietly. “Ed and Scratch hadn’t heard of bodies being found from the other disappearances. Think the killers got interrupted?”

Bones’s gaze swept around the room.
It didn’t take long; the area only consisted of a tiny kitchen and a family room big enough for just one full-sized couch.

“No, luv,” he said at last. “I think whoever did this
had
the time to take the bodies, but chose not to.”

I swallowed. That could be the result of the same sort of arrogance I’d seen in the past from killers who left bodies behind because they thought they were too smart to get caught. But unfortunately, I didn’t think that was the case. Instead, this looked like confirmation of a much bigger problem—killers who
wanted
us to know who they were. Only an idiot wouldn’t label those ghouls as prime suspects after they’d beaten on Harris just the evening before he and Shayne were murdered. Those ghouls knew that by leaving the bodies here, they were practically signing their names on them.

Only one reason I could think of—whoever was behind this felt strong enough to come out from behind the curtain. This might as well be a public service announcement that the ghouls would start stepping up their attacks, and I didn’t think it was a coincidence that they’d chosen to start displaying vampire bodies in the same area I grew up in. No, I took this as a statement of “You can’t stop us, Reaper,” and damned if I’d let that stand. Vampires might be disappearing in other areas, too, but here was where the perpetrators were calling us out by leaving the bodies. If we didn’t draw a line in the sand here, then we’d be almost inviting things to get worse elsewhere.

“But there’s not much anyone else is going to do about it, is there?” I asked in a sudden rush of frustration. “My old team won’t get involved because they only step in when the undead attack humans. The vampire community will just shrug because Shayne and Harris were
Masterless
. Ed and Scratch can’t take on a bunch of ghouls by themselves, and if
we
go after the killers and their leader is who I think he is… we’ll be playing right into that bastard’s hands.”

Bones stared at me without blinking. “You know you’re right about your old team, the vampire community, and how we can’t openly go after those ghouls if
Apollyon
is involved.”

Apollyon
.
An image of the centuries-old ghoul with his squat body and almost laughable comb-over flashed across my mind. Appearance-wise,
Apollyon
might look to be on the ass end of average, but in the past year, he’d managed to incite a hell of a lot of trouble. Bones almost died after ghouls attacked us in Paris several months ago, plus ghouls provided support to another Master vampire in his attempts to force me to return to him.
All courtesy of
Apollyon’s
inflamed rhetoric.
Even though I hoped I was wrong, I just knew he was the one behind these attacks, too.

Of course, that meant all these terrible things were happening because of me.

“We can’t let him or the others get away with this,” I growled.

Bones’s
mouth curled into a predatory smile. “Kitten… I said we can’t
openly
go after them.”

A large shadow passed across the door
way, blocking out the sun as Tiny entered the apartment. The vampire’s nickname was ironic, because he was massive in a way that would make even the mythical Conan feel insecure.

“Cops are coming,” he said.

I’d heard the wail of sirens growing ever closer over the past couple minutes. Guess one of the neighbors had gotten jittery at the sight of several sinister-looking people milling around the driveway. They obviously hadn’t heard the death struggle taking place several hours before or we wouldn’t have been first on the scene.

“You keep nosing around here, I’ll handle them,” I said to Bones. If we were lucky, Bones might recognize the scent from one of the murderers. In his two hundred and twenty-plus years as a vampire, he’d come across a lot of undead people, and scent was as unique as a fingerprint.

Still, I didn’t hold out much hope that we’d solve these murders that easily. Bones might know a lot of undead people, but vampires and ghouls made up roughly five percent of the world’s population. Even with
Bones’s
extensive history, there were too many for Bones to know each
pulseless
one personally.

Bones glanced at Tiny, who followed me outside. I didn’t reach for my cell phone, but that had been my first instinct. Using my government connections to chase cops away from crime scenes was habit to me after the years at my old job. This next part, however, was still relatively new.

“Hey,” I called down when the police officers arrived and got out of their squad car. “Glad you’re here, I was just about to call.”

“Do you live here, ma’am? We received a report about suspicious persons loitering in the area,” the blond cop said, eyeing Tiny in a wary manner. His partner’s hand moved to his gun.

“Skin that piece again and I’ll forget I’m not hungry,” Tiny muttered, so low the cops couldn’t hear him.

I stifled a laugh and addressed the police officers again. “I don’t live here, but my friend’s place was broken into. Can you check it out?”

The cops gave me
a
once-over as they came up the stairs to the second floor. I smiled in a harmless way and made sure my empty hands were well within eyesight. Of course, a thorough cop would wonder why I was wearing a long jacket during the warm summer afternoon.

When they were within a dozen feet of me, my gray eyes turned glowing green. I
lasered
that stare at them, letting the entrapping nosferatu power cloud their minds.

“There’s nothing going on here,” I said in a firm, pleasant voice. “Turn around and leave, the call was a false alarm.”

“Nothing going on,” the blond officer intoned.

“False alarm,” his buddy repeated, his hand leaving his gun.

“That’s right. Go on. Serve and protect somewhere else.”

They both turned around and got back into their car without another word, driving off. Before I became a vampire, it would’ve taken twenty minutes and two phone calls to get the same result, unless Bones green-eyed the local cops into leaving. Vampire mind control sure made it easy to cut through the bureaucratic red tape when it came to crime scenes.

Bones appeared in the apartment doorway holding two slender, sheet-draped bundles. To any nosy neighbors, he might have been carrying wrapped horizontal blinds instead of what I knew they were—the remains of Shayne and Harris.

“Tiny, put these in your boot,” Bones said.

Tiny glanced down at his feet in confusion. I snorted. “He means your trunk. British English can be so confusing at times.”

“That’s only because you Yanks keep renaming things,” Bones replied with an arch look, handing off the corpses to Tiny. Then he leapt over the balcony, landing in the parking lot without a hitch in his stride as he walked over to Ed and Scratch. Both vampires regarded Bones gloomily.