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I felt like shit and didn't have a bruise to show for it. I concentrated on the next problem, pushing what I'd done, and almost done, to the back burner. Nothing I could do about it until I talked to Richard and Jean-Claude. I'd worried about tying myself to the vampire, but I'd never really worried about being tied to the werewolf. I should have known I'd get shit from both sides.
I got beeped three times in about three minutes. McKinnon first, Dolph second, and an unknown number. The unknown number called back twice in ten minutes. Damn. I pulled off into a service station. I called Dolph first.
"Anita."
"How do you always know it's me?"
"I don't," he said.
"What's up?"
"We need you at a new location."
"I'm on my way to the church site for McKinnon."
"Pete's here with me."
"That sounds ominous."
"We've got a vamp on his way to the hospital," he said.
"In his coffin?"
"No."
"Then how...?"
"He was on the stairs covered in blankets. They don't think he's going to make it. But this is one of the halfway houses for the Church. We've got a two-biter here that says the vamp we took was the guardian for the younger vamps still inside. She seems worried about what the vamps will do when they wake and the guardian isn't there to calm them down or feed them."
"Feed them?" I asked.
"Says that they each take a small drink from the guardian to start the night. Without it, she says the hunger grows too strong, and they may be dangerous."
"Isn't she a font of information."
"She's scared, Anita. She's got two freaking vampire bites on her neck, and she's scared."
"Shit," I said. "I'm on my way, but frankly, Dolph, I don't know what you want me to do."
"You're the vampire expert, you tell me." A little hostility there.
"I'll think about it on the way. Maybe I'll have come up with a plan by the time I get there."
"Before they became legal, we'd have just burned them out ourselves."
"Yeah," I said, "the good old days."
"Yeah," he said. I don't think he got the sarcasm. But with Dolph it was always hard to tell.
I dialed the third number. Larry answered, "Anita." His voice sounded strained, pain-filled.
"What's wrong?" I asked, my throat suddenly tight.
"I'm all right."
"You don't sound all right," I said.
"I've just been moving around too much with the stitches and stuff. I need to take a pain pill, but I won't be able to drive."
"You need a lift?"
He was quiet for a second or two, then, "Yes."
I knew how much it had cost him to call me. This was one of his first times in the field on a police job without me. The fact that he needed my help for anything must have griped his ass. It would have bugged the hell out of me. In fact, I wouldn't have called. I'd have toughed it out, until I passed out. This wasn't a criticism of Larry, it was a criticism of me. He was just smarter than I was sometimes. This was one of those times.
"Where are you?"
He gave me the address, and it was close. Lucky us. "I'm less than five minutes away, but I can't take you home. I'm on my way to another crime scene."
"As long as I don't have to drive, I'll be okay. It's starting to take all my attention just to stay on the road. Time to stop driving when it's this hard."
"You really do have a higher wisdom score than I do."
"Which means you wouldn't have asked for help yet," he said.
"Well... yeah."
"When would you have asked for help?"
"When I drove off the road and had to call a tow truck."
He laughed and took a sharp breath as if it hurt. "I'll be waiting for you."
"I'll be there."
"I know," he said. "Thanks for not saying you told me so."
"I wasn't even thinking it, Larry."
"Honest?"
"Cross my heart and..."
"Don't say it."
"You getting superstitious on me, Larry?"
He was quiet for a space of heartbeats. "Maybe, or maybe it's just been a long day."
"It'll be a longer night," I said.
"Thanks," he said. "Just what I wanted to hear." He hung up then without saying goodbye.
Maybe I'd trained Dolph never to say goodbye. Maybe I was always the bearer of bad tidings, and everyone wanted to get off the phone with me as soon as possible. Naw.
