Halfway to the Grave
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"Your eyes..." he managed.
I didn't need to glance in a mirror to know they were all lit up. Fighting was a sure way to bring out their glow. In that way, it was like an optical erection. Unavoidable once things went past a certain point.
"Lovely, aren't they?" Bones said silkily. "So at odds with her beating heart. Feel free to be shocked. I know I was when I first saw them glow."
"But they're...She can't..."
"Oh, don't concern yourself with her any longer, mate. It's me you need to fret about."
That returned Charlie's attention to him. He wiggled, but a flick of the knife stilled him.
"Kitten, someone's in the other room. They're human, but don't rush to assume they're harmless."
I pulled out three small throwing blades from my boot and went to check it out. Now I also caught the sound of a heartbeat coming from the back of the apartment. It was in the room Dean had come out of. Did he have warm-blooded backup?
When I neared the room, I dropped to my knees and moved forward in a crawl. A gunshot to the head would be all she wrote for me. I hoped anyone aiming would assume I'd be higher up, and I'd rush him before he squeezed off a shot. Did I have it in me to kill another human? Only one way to find out.
I peered cautiously around the bottom of the door frame-and then ran in with a cry.
"We need an ambulance!"
The girl was staring sightlessly at the ceiling. One look revealed she had no weapons. The only thing she was wearing was her own blood. Her arms and legs were flung out in a blatant pose, and she wasn't moving. Of course not. She would have been told she couldn't.
My knives fell from nerveless fingers. I couldn't stop looking at her. All these years, the vampires I'd killed, and I'd never seen a victim before. Reading about it didn't even begin to compare to the living, breathing evidence of someone else's cruelty. My gaze went from her throat, to her wrists, and to the crease of her thigh. All bore distinct puncture wounds that slowly oozed.
They shook me from my state of horrified shock. I grabbed the bedsheet and began ripping it. The girl didn't even move when I used the strips as bandages and tied them to everything but her neck. That wound I manually applied pressure to, using the remains of the sheet to cover her while I carried her out of the room.
"I have to take her to a hospital-"
"Wait, Kitten."
Bones gave me an inscrutable look as I hurried into the main room of this hellhole. Charlie barely glanced at the figure in my arms. He seemed more concerned with his own predicament.
"But she's lost a lot of blood! And worse!"
Bones knew what "and worse" meant, even if he couldn't already tell from one sniff. Blood loss could be replenished. Her emotional wounds might never heal.
"You rush her to a local hospital and you may as well kill her." Evenly. "Hennessey will send someone to silence her, she knows too much. I'll take care of her, but let me deal with him first."
Charlie swiveled his head as much as their close proximity allowed.
"I don't know who you are, sonny boy, but you're making a big mistake. If you get up on out of here now, you might just live long enough to regret it."
Bones let out a mocking laugh. "Well said, mate! Why, some of the others groveled straightaway, and you know how tedious that is. You're right, we haven't been properly introduced, even though I already know your name. I'm Bones."
The slide of Charlie's eyes let me know he'd heard of him. One day, I might have to ask how he'd earned his reputation. Then again, I probably didn't want to know.
"There's no reason to be uncivilized 'bout things." Charlie was suddenly back to his charming drawl. "Hennessey said you've been slinking after him, but why don't you smarten up? You can't beat him, so you should join him. Hell, he'd love to have someone like you batting for his team. This is a big, sweet pie, my friend, and there ain't nobody who wouldn't like a piece of it."
Bones angled him so he could look at him. "Is that right? I'm not so sure Hennessey would want me. Killed an awful lot of his blokes, you see. He might be cross about that."
Charlie smiled. "Aw, hell, that's like a job interview for him! Don't you worry none about that. He'd figure if they was dumb enough to get dried by you, he don't want them in the first place."
"We don't have time for this," I snapped, setting the girl on the floor. "She's bleeding to death while you're making friends!"
"Just a moment, pet. Charlie and I are talking. Now, about this pie, mate. Big and sweet, you say? I'm afraid I'll need a little more incentive to let you live than just 'big and sweet.' I'm sure I can find someone who would pay a pretty penny for your corpse."
"Not as much as you can get by playing for Hennessey instead of against him." He nodded in my direction. "You see that li'l gal your wildcat is cradling? Each one of those honeys is worth 'bout sixty large, when it's all put to bed. We doll them up and have them work the breathers first. Then we auction 'em off to one of ours. Full meal, no cleanin' the dishes afterwards! And then they're a perfect plate for a hungry bone-muncher! I mean, these gals were never more useful in their lives-"
"You piece of shit!" I cried, marching toward him with my stake.
"Stay where you are, and if I have to tell you to shut it one more time, I'm going to knock your bloody head off!" Bones thundered at me.
I froze. His eyes blazed with a dangerous glint in them I hadn't seen since we first met. All at once, I was uneasy. Was he still trying to get information out of Charlie...or being recruited instead?
"That's better." Bones turned his attention back to Charlie. "Now, then, you were saying?"
Charlie laughed like they'd shared a joke. "Whew! Your kitty's high-strung, isn't she? Better watch your small and wrinklies before she wears 'em on her belt!"
Bones laughed as well. "No chance of that, mate. She likes what they do to her too much to rob me of them."
I felt ill, and my head started to pound. How could he waste so much time while this girl was bleeding all over the carpet? My God, what if this was the real Bones? What if everything before this had been an act? I mean, how well did I know him, anyway? This could have been his intention all along, and how amusing that I'd been tricked into helping him. My mother's voice echoed in my head. They're all evil, Catherine. They're monsters, monsters...
"Sixty grand each, that's nice, but split up how many ways? It's not a lot of quid if you're splashing it over a big pond."
Charlie relaxed as much as he could while being pronged. "Naw, it's not much if it's only a few dozen cooches, but tally that number up against hundreds. There's only 'bout twenty of us in this, and Hennessey's expanding his treats. Going global with 'em. Hell, the Internet's opened up a whole new client base for us, know what I'm sayin'? But he wants to keep his inner structure small. Just enough to keep those wheels movin' over that sweet track to happy land. Aren't you tired of scratching out a livin' from job to job? Residual income, that's the key. We've run through our last batch of gals, and it's roundup time again. Few months of shoring up, and then it's just sit back and watch the bank account grow. It's sweet, let me tell you. Sweet."
"Indeed. You paint a tempting picture, mate. However, there are a few chaps of Hennessey's where there's no love lost between us, so tell me-who else is on this quid train? Can't sign me up if I've shagged one of their wives or shriveled their brother, right?"
The smile was wiped from Charlie's face. Something cold settled over his expression and his voice lost that Deep South twang.
"Fuck you."
With those words, Bones straightened from his easy slouch.
"Right." His tone became crisp as well. "Knew you'd figure it out eventually. Well, thanks anyway, mate. You've been moderately helpful. Only twenty of you, you say? That's less than I thought, and I've a decent inkling who the rest of them might be."
Relief slammed into me with such force that my knees trembled. Oh God, for a second, I hadn't thought he was faking. I thought I'd been played in the worst way possible.
"Kitten, I don't feel anyone else, but take a look around this building anyway. Break down the doors if you have to, but make sure no one else is here."
I gestured to the girl, who hadn't moved. "What about her?"
"She'll hold a bit more."
"If you kill me, it won't only be Hennessey who'll come down on you. You'll wish your mother had never been born," Charlie hissed. "He's got friends, and they go higher up on the pole than you can handle."
I left, but heard Bones's reply as I started on the closest unit.
"As far as Hennessey and his friends go, I thought they wouldn't miss anyone stupid enough to get dried by me? Your words, mate. I suspect you're regretting them."
A quick sweep if the complex turned up nothing. There were only four separate units and they were all empty. This building was a front, was my guess. Only one unit had been inhabited by the late Dean and the soon-to-be-late Charlie. Still, to the casual observer, it had been another typical small rental. One day I'd like to actually see something typical. I hadn't come across it yet.
When I came back ten minutes later, the girl was still lying on the floor, but Bones and Charlie were gone.
"Bones?"
"Back here," he called out.
Dean's room. I approached with less stealth than before, but couldn't bring myself just to trot in without caution. Untrusting. Yeah, that was me.
The sight that greeted me widened my eyes. Bones had Charlie in bed. Not lying on it, but in it. The metal frame was wrapped around him and twisted together to form clamps. That silver knife was still in Charlie, wedged with a bent beam holding it in place.
Bones had three jugs near his feet. Their smell, even with my nose, told me what they were.
"Now, mate, I'm going to make you an offer. It only gets extended once. Tell me who these other players are, all of them, and you'll go out quick and clean. Refuse, and..." He hefted a jug, emptying out its contents over Charlie. His clothes soaked up the liquid and the harsh scent of gasoline filled the air. "You'll live as long as it takes for this to kill you."
"Where'd you get those?" I asked irrelevantly.
"Under his kitchen sink. Thought they'd have something like this on hand. You didn't think they'd just leave this place and all of its forensic evidence behind when they were through, did you?"
I hadn't gone that far in my thinking. I'd been a day late and a dollar short all night, it seemed.
Charlie gave Bones a look filled with chilling hate. "I'll tell you in hell, and that'll be soon."
Bones struck a match and dropped it on him. The flames sprouted instantly. Charlie screamed and started to thrash, but the bed frame held. Or the fire incapacitated him too quickly.
"Wrong answer, mate. I never bluff. Come on, Kitten. We're leaving."
Chapter Fourteen
WE ONLY STAYED LONG ENOUGH TO MAKE sure Charlie didn't get out. Bones trailed more gasoline to the other units on the upper floor, and they lit up the sky as well. The girl had yet to speak. Her eyes hadn't even really focused when I carried her out of there.
Bones gave her a few drops of blood. Said they'd tide her over until he got her somewhere safe. We couldn't hang around here for many reasons. The fire department would be on their way. The police, too. And any of Hennessey's goons who'd soon find out that one of his residences had been torched with his people inside.
I was surprised when Bones went over to Charlie's car and popped the trunk. "I'll be right back," I murmured to the girl, and left her in the backseat. She didn't seem to even hear me.
I went around to the back of Charlie's car, curious. Bones was bent over the trunk. When he came back up, he had a man in his arms.
I gaped. "Who the hell is that?"
The guy's head drooped into view and I sucked in a breath. The obnoxious jerk from the bar!
Even though I didn't hear a heartbeat, I had to ask. "Is he...?"
"Dead as Caesar," Bones supplied. "Charlie took him 'round the back and snapped his spine. Bloke would have felt me, too, if he'd been paying more attention. That's where I was hiding."
"You didn't try to stop him?"
It came out with all of my residual guilt over the unknown man's death. I hadn't tried to stop him, either. Maybe that's what sharpened my tone.
Bones fixed his gaze on me, unblinking. "No. I didn't."
I felt like beating my head against a wall. Technically, we'd won tonight, but the victory was hollow. An innocent man killed. A young woman traumatized beyond comprehension. No names of who else was involved, and the knowledge that now it would only get worse.
"What are you doing with him?"
He set him in the grass. "Leave him as he is. There's nothing more to be done. With this fire, he'll be found soon. He'll have a proper burial. That's all he's got left."
It seemed so callous just to leave the man there, but Bones had a practical, if not cold, point. There was nothing more we could do for him. Dropping him off at a hospital with a note wouldn't make his family hurt any less.
"Let's go," he said briefly.
"But what about Charlie? You're just going to leave him and Dean for the police to find, too?" I persisted, getting into the backseat and taking the girl's hand as we sped away.