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“What about Ben? And Dack, we have to find Dack, he’s working for Mercedes.”
Charlie’s smile fell. “Shit.”
“We have to tell Rick.”
Hardin pointed at Lopez. “You two, call for backup, check on Kramer out back.”
“Where’s Sawyer?” Lopez asked. Hardin just shook her head.
“There’s another one of those things down out back, keep an eye on her.” She fired off the patter of instructions.
“Things?” Charlie said. “She calls us things?”
Then Violet jumped to her feet and braced, preparing for a fight. “They’re still out there.”
I didn’t see anything but shadows, and they were everywhere.
Charlie grabbed my arm. “Go downstairs. Tell Rick what’s happening. Go!” He shoved me on my way.
Hardin and I ran to the back, passing Lopez, who was talking into his radio. Calling for backup. Lopez’s partner had a crossbow trained on Stella, but she was doubled over and croaking. Hardin led with the crossbow, moving cautiously along the wall. The basement door still stood open. I couldn’t hear anything from inside. Slowly, Hardin leaned around the doorway for a look, then slipped into the hallway. I followed.
The hall was carpeted with a dark-colored berber. The lighting was muted, atmospheric even.
Two figures lay shoved up against the wall, appearing dead. The two side doors stood open; the rooms inside were dark.
“More vampires?” Hardin said. I nodded. An unconscious vampire might as well have been a body—pale, waxen, not breathing.
And once again, how the hell did you knock a vampire unconscious? I’d have to talk to Rick about that later.
We hurried down the hallway. Hardin kept the weapon trained on the bodies the whole time.
I said, “Remember, don’t look—”
“At their eyes, I know.”
The door at the end of the hall was already open, into a room that looked like it came from another world. We inched forward and peered in.
The place was marvelous, with low ceilings and brocade fabric draping the walls. Bronze lamps gave out soft light, and the carpet was thick and lush under our feet. The colors were luscious to the eyes, the furnishing opulent, and at one end stood an actual dais, a raised platform decked with Persian rugs and antique furniture. The central piece was a throne, upholstered in red plush with gilt carving on all surfaces.
Rick sat on the throne, gripping the scrolled edges of the armrests, and leaning forward. Arturo stood before him, a look of fury twisting his face. Rick had done exactly what he said he’d do: come here to wait for Arturo.
Rick said he only needed a few minutes alone with him. He should be leaping, attacking. Why was he hesitating? The longer he gave Arturo, the more chances Arturo had to speak, to act, the better chance he had of winning.
“It takes more than sitting in that chair to take my place,” Arturo said.
Rick looked to the doorway, where we were standing. Hardin had her crossbow ready, but moved it back and forth between them, like she didn’t know whom to shoot first.
“Stand down, Detective,” he said. “I’m going to do this right, and that means not staking him.”
Hardin shook her head. “You—” she spoke to Arturo, “are under arrest for assault.”
Arturo spared a quick glance over his shoulder. “Katherine, have you changed your mind? My offer still stands.”
I couldn’t answer, not even to shake my head. Hardin and I needed to get out of here. This was more of a window into vampire politics in action than most people outside their world ever got. I was strangely fascinated. At the same time, I wanted to be anywhere but here. This was going to get very, very messy.
Rick spoke, his voice even. “The fact that I’m here, that you haven’t been able to stop me, shows that you’re weak. It’s time for you to step aside.”
“Are you giving me a chance to concede?” Arturo said, laughing.
