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Chapter 41
I CALLED JEAN-CLAUDE from the car while Edward drove. I was way past caring what Olaf and Bernardo heard. The Mother of All Darkness was waiting just outside my shields to eat me. I could still feel some of her emotions. The primary one was fear. What the fuck could she be afraid of?
Jean-Claude answered a little breathlessly. "Ma petite, I felt something reach out to you. Something dark and terrible. If it is Vittorio, you must leave Las Vegas now, right now, before nightfall."
"It wasn't him," I said.
"Then who?" he asked.
I clung to the cell phone and the sound of his voice like a lifeline. I was still so scared I could taste metal on my tongue. "Marmee Noir."
"What I felt was different than ever before. It was smaller, more..." He seemed to search for the right word. "Human."
I nodded, even though he couldn't see it. "She was small like in the church in St. Louis. She had those damned little slippers with the pearls on them."
"Perhaps they are what is on her real body up in the room where she rests."
"She wasn't in the room, Jean-Claude. You need to call Belle Morte, or whomever, and tell them she was walking around in the bottom room of the cavern. The part of the cave where her windows overlook. She was down there."
He cursed long and elegantly in French. In English he said, "I will call the others. I will call you back as soon as I can. I would tell you to hide in a church with holy items until this is done."
"I've got a murderer to catch."
"Ma petite, please."
"I'll think about it," I said. "Okay?"
"That is something. I love you, Anita; do not let her take you from me."
"I love you, too, and I won't. I'm shielding like a son of a bitch. I had to drop the shield for her to get through."
"Ma petite, Anita... Merde, I will call you back as soon as I have reached someone in Europe." He hung up with more French, too rapid for me to catch.
The SUV went around the corner a little rapidly, keeping up with the police car in front of us. They hadn't turned on sirens or lights, but we were breaking several speeding laws. Apparently, we weren't the only ones spooked by what had happened back in the house. I wondered what Sanchez had told them. I wondered what the cops who saw it all had told everyone? Had they, like Jean-Claude, blamed it all on Vittorio? Had it spurred them on to get this done before the vampires in Vegas rose for the night?
"What did Count Dracula say?" Edward asked.
"Don't call him that, Edward."
"Sorry, what did he say?"
"He's going to call some of the vamps in Europe."
Olaf spoke from the backseat. "Did you say that the Queen of All Vampires, who we saw in spirit in St. Louis, is walking around in the flesh somewhere?"
"I saw her in a vision. It may just be a vision, but I've had visions with her before, and she's always been in the room where she's trapped. I've never seen her walking outside it."
"Fuck," Edward said.
I looked at him because he didn't cuss that often. That was usually my job. "What?" I asked him.
"I was approached about fulfilling a contract on her."
I turned in the seat and stared at him. I studied his profile, but between the sunglasses and his usual blank face, there was nothing to see. My own face had fallen into open-mouthed astonishment. "Are you saying that someone approached you to assassinate the Queen of All Vampires?"
He gave a nod.
Olaf and Bernardo both leaned up in their seats-which meant they hadn't put their seatbelts on, but strangely, for once, I hadn't thought to tell them to put them on.
"You got a contract to kill Marmee Noir, and you didn't mention it to me?"
"I said I was offered a contract. I didn't say I took it."
That made me turn as far as the seatbelt that I was wearing would let me. "You turned it down? Was it not enough money?"
"The money was good," he said, his hands still careful on the wheel, his face still blank and unreadable. You'd never know at a glance that we were talking about anything remotely interesting. It was the rest of us who were showing the interest.
"Then why didn't you take the contract?" I asked.
He gave me the smallest glance as he slid the truck around the corner, almost on two wheels. We all had to grab parts of the car, though Olaf and Bernardo had to grab harder without seatbelts to help them. We barreled after the other police cars. They'd hit lights, but were still siren free.
"You know why," he said.
I started to say, No I don't, and then I stopped. I got my grip on the dashboard and the seat tighter and thought about it. Finally, I said, "You were afraid that Marmee Noir would kill you. You were afraid that this one would finally be too tough."
He said nothing, which was all the yes I would probably get.
Olaf said, "But all the years I have known you, Edward, you have sought to test yourself against the biggest and baddest monsters. You seek to be tested. This would have been the ultimate test."
"Probably," he said, in a low, careful voice.
"I never thought I'd live to see it," Bernardo said. "The great Edward's nerve finally fails."
Olaf and I both glared at him, but it was the big guy who said, "His nerve did not fail him."
"Then what?" Bernardo said.
"He didn't want to chance dying on Donna and the kids," I said.
"What?" Bernardo said.
"They make you fearful," Olaf said, quietly.
"I said his nerve had failed, and you yelled at me," Bernardo protested.
Olaf gave him the full weight of that flat, dark gaze. Bernardo wiggled a little in his seat, as if he fought not to back off from the inches-away gaze, but he held his ground. Point for him.
"Edward's nerve will never fail him. But you can still be afraid of something."
Bernardo looked to me. "Did that make sense to you?"
I thought about it, let it roll around in my head. "Yeah, actually it did."
"Explain it to me, then."
"If Marmee Noir comes here and attacks us, then Edward will fight. He won't run away. He won't give up. He'll fight, even if it means dying. But he's chosen not to hunt down the biggest and baddest anymore because they're more likely to kill him, and he doesn't want to leave his family behind. He's stopped courting death, but if it comes looking for him, he'll fight."
"If you fear nothing," Olaf said, "then you are not brave; you are merely too foolish to be afraid."
Bernardo and I looked at the big man. Even Edward took enough time to glance back at him. "What scares you, big guy?" Bernardo asked.
Olaf shook his head. "Fears are not meant to be shared; they are meant to be conquered."
Part of me wanted to know what could scare one of the scariest men I'd ever met. Part of me didn't want to know at all. I was afraid it would either be another nightmare for me, too, or make me feel sorry for Olaf. I couldn't afford to feel sorry for him. Pity will make you hesitate, and one day I would need to not hesitate with him. A lot of serial killers have pitiful childhoods, hideous stories where they were the victims-most of them are even true. But none of it matters. It does not matter how horrible their childhoods were, or whether they were victims themselves. It does not matter when you are at their mercy, because one thing that all the serials have in common is that for their victims, there is no mercy.
When you forget that, they kill you.
