Blood and Sand
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“Does Paula know what’s going on?” Baojia called out, not caring who heard.
“I’m trying to make things better for us. That’s all. You know how hard she works for that old man?”
“Yes, I do.” He turned left and lifted his eyes to the round camera mounted to the ceiling. “I used to work just as hard for him. And I did it gladly. She does it gladly.”
“She shouldn’t have to!”
He shook his head. “She knew about none of this, did she?”
“She’ll forgive me when she’s the one in power.”
“No, she won’t, you stupid man. Rory, Rory…” He turned right again, slowly getting closer to the security room where he was fairly certain Rory was holed up. “Always looking for the jackpot. Never the one willing to do the heavy lifting. Paula’s too good for you. She always was.”
“She should be running that city. She does run that city. He’s just a figurehead.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know. Not that I care. You’re going to be dead soon.”
“You don’t even work for him anymore. What difference does it make?”
He paused and closed his eyes at the rush of pain. “Your actions, Rory. You took something of mine. Not my job. Something far more precious.”
His brother’s voice was harsh when it came over the line. “So you finally fell for a girl, huh? That human? Ivan get her? I… I didn’t want that to happen, Baojia.”
“It doesn’t matter what you wanted. Results matter, not intentions. Not that your intentions were any good to begin with. I’m going to kill you. But I won’t torture you. I’ll give my sister that.”
“It’s a big casino.” The sadness was gone from Rory’s voice. “Figure you can find me in here? I’m not in my office.”
Baojia looked up into the nearest camera. “I can find you.” Then he ducked into a closet.
He was in the original section of the casino. The original bie originngo hall the tribe had put up before Ernesto’s millions made them all rich. The dropped ceilings had always been a problem from a security standpoint, but there was no way of getting around them as Ernesto didn’t want to waste the money on a low-priority, low-risk venture like an Indian casino. None of the money was kept anywhere near the old section. Who would try to break in?
Baojia braced his hands on the walls and climbed up, silently lifting the panel from above and reaching into the blackness to the old pipes that were just strong enough to hold his weight. He shimmied into the void, reaching back to put the panel into place, removing evidence of his passage. Then he silently moved toward the security office. As he reached the air-conditioning vents, he paused to listen. He could hear Rory somewhere, talking over a radio to guards, no doubt wondering where he had disappeared to. The echo of the guard’s reply told him that his brother was exactly where Baojia thought he’d be—the fortified guard room with one reinforced door. It was light-tight. A panic room, in a sense. Rory could hole up in there for days if he wanted. Only, it was primarily used for guards, and human guards wanted air-conditioning when they worked in the desert.
He swung from the old pipes and into the ductwork, still listening for Rory’s voice, for any indication that his brother suspected he was being stalked.
It was almost too easy.
Baojia slid through the ducts, navigating the byzantine network until he was staring at the back of his brother’s head, listening to him yell at the guards, who still couldn’t find the intruder. The panel was screwed on. It would have been hard for someone who was trying to avoid detection. But at that point, Baojia knew it was only a matter of seconds before his brother sensed him. They did, after all, share a bloodline. But Rory was no longer his family, and Baojia’s mission was very clear.
He kicked open the vent and slid into the room in one movement, drawing his sword as he did. Rory spun, the knowledge already clouding his features. Then Baojia reached up and grabbed Rory’s face in his hand, crushing it between his fingers as his sword relieved the old cowboy of his head.
Rory’s body crumbled to the ground, his head still clasped in his brother’s hand, mouth gaping open in shock.
Baojia had found a shirt by the time he made it back to his house in Coronado. He didn’t know where else to go, and the car he’d stolen from the casino parking lot didn’t look like it would make it far. Logic said that Tenzin would take Natalie somewhere in San Diego, but he had no idea where. Nor did he have any idea whether Natalie still lived at all. He thought Tenzin would hold up her end of the bargain, but he couldn’t be certain. The low, gnawing pain in his belly wouldn’t go away until he saw her alive. Human. Vampire. He didn’t care.
The house in Coronado was just as he’d left it, including Luis sleeping on the couch downstairs as if he’d been waiting for him. At the sound of the slamming door, the human woke.
“Boss?” he rubbed his eyes. “That crazy vampire was right. And you look like shit.”
“Which crazy vampire?”
“I don’t know. She didn’t give me her name. Just called the club, yelling into the phone, asking for your human.”
“That would be Tenzin.”
“Anyway. She said to get back here and wait for you. Gave me a number to call when you got here. Why the hell are you here? Are you supposed to be?”
He tried not to scream. “The number, Luis.”