Halfway to the Grave
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Pete's retort ended in a gasp when he spotted a man in the middle of the highway in our lane. My breath caught as well, and my mother screamed.
"That's him! That's-"
Tate had less hesitation. In the seconds before the car struck Bones, he pulled his gun and fired through the windshield at him.
It was like hitting a brick wall. The collision crushed the front of the car. Glass exploded out of the windows and the front and rear air bags deployed instantly. Jerked forward violently, I heard brakes screech behind us as our escort swerved to avoid slamming into our rear. The two cars on either side of us sailed past and then applied their brakes to try to rotate around. Traffic still came from behind us. Vehicles that had banked sharply to the left and right of us crashed into the turning agents' cars. The sound of twisting steel on metal as the vehicles piled up in a ghastly domino effect was deafening.
Tate and Pete lolled in their seat belts, blood from the glass and contact with the dashboard streaming down their faces. There was a wrenching sound as Tate's door was ripped off its frame. Through the smoke from the destroyed engine, I saw Bones grin as he chucked the piece of the car like a giant Frisbee at the car behind us. Back there, the other guards vainly tried to get a clear shot at him. They scattered as the door burst through their windshield. In a flash the other door followed suit, and my mother wailed in mortal fear when he next tore open mine.
"Hallo, Kitten!"
Despite my earlier resolution, I was thrilled to see him. He unclasped my seat belt and grabbed my mother when she tried to scoot out her side.
"Not so fast, Mum. We're in a bit of a hurry."
A moan from the front seat made him casually swat Tate in the head.
"Don't kill him, Bones! They weren't going to hurt me!"
"Oh-right, then. Let's just send them on their way nicely."
In a blur he yanked Tate clear from his seat. For a moment his mouth pressed against his neck, and then he tossed him fifty feet in the air. Tate landed in the grass by the shoulder of the road. Pete attempted to crawl away, but Bones grasped him and gave him the same flight with similar onboard beverage service.
"Get out of the car, luv," Bones directed, and I sprang from the ruined remains of the vehicle. He still had my mother by the arm. She was crying and cursing him at the same time.
"They're going to kill you, they know what you are! Catherine's-"
My mother's words were cut off when I punched her right in the jaw. She collapsed without another word. In her railing threats, she would have revealed too much, and if Bones knew about the deal I'd made, he would talk me out of it. I'd believe whatever impossible assurances he gave me, because my heart had no common sense.
A bullet whizzed by. I dropped to the ground, not wanting to get shot again. Bones gave an irritated glance in its direction and then grasped the floorboards of the car. My eyes widened in growing comprehension. God, he couldn't do that, could he?
The agents from the cars in front of us had taken cover behind one of their overturned vehicles, and they were firing at us. Apparently they'd been told to ensure my safe arrival or, failing that, guarantee I didn't escape. Plan A had failed, so they were going with Plan B. Bones gave a wolfish grin as he lifted the car off the ground. He spun in a semicircle for maximum velocity, and then the twisted hunk of machinery went sailing through the air, landing point-blank on the makeshift barricade of the agents' vehicle.
There was a thunderous boom as the car exploded on contact. Thick acrid smoke billowed into the air. In the midst of this maelstrom, with his legs apart and eyes flashing green, Bones looked absolutely, terrifyingly magnificent.
Pandemonium seized the highway. Traffic on the opposite side of the road piled up as disbelieving onlookers stopped driving and gaped at the carnage to their left. Every second brought a fresh squealing of brakes and new accidents. Bones didn't pause to admire his work. He took my hand and threw my mother over his shoulder as we raced into the trees out of sight.
He had a car waiting about five miles ahead where the lanes were free of the wreckage behind us. Bones deposited my mother in the back, pausing only to clap a piece of duct tape over her mouth before we sped off.
"Glad you were the one that socked her, luv. It saved me the trouble. You don't get your meanness from your father-you get it from her. She bit me."
For someone who had just been hit by a car going sixty, he looked remarkably chipper.
"How did you do that? How did you stop the car? If a vampire can do that, why didn't Switch prevent me from bashing into the house last night?"
Bones snorted derisively. "That pup? He couldn't stop a toddler on a tricycle. He was only 'round sixty, luv, in undead years. You have to be an old Master vamp like me to pull such a trick without regretting it dearly afterwards. Believe me, it hurt like blazes. That's why I took a nip from your two blokes before chucking them off. Who were they, anyhow? They weren't police."
This had to be handled very carefully. "Um, they were from some branch of government, they didn't say which. Weren't real chatty, you know? I think they were taking me to a special jail or something because of Oliver."
He gave me a look. "You should have waited for me. You could have gotten killed."
"I couldn't wait! One of Oliver's dirty cops tried to shoot me, and he was supposed to plant a bomb in the hospital where they were taking my mother! Oliver was the one, Bones. He admitted it, practically bragged about how Hennessey was 'cleaning up' his state for him. Like all those people were nothing but garbage. God, if I'd killed him ten times, it still wouldn't be enough."
"What makes you think those blokes who were taking you away weren't more of his men?"
"They weren't. Besides, you hardly treated them like you were giving them the benefit of the doubt. You dropped a car on four of them."
"Oh, don't fret." Unconcernedly. "They jumped free before the explosion. And if they were too thick not to, then they deserved to die for their stupidity."
"Whose car is this?" We were riding in a black Volvo SUV, fully loaded with that new car smell.
Bones cast a sideways glance at me. "Yours. Do you like it?"
I shook my head. "Not whose it is now, but won't it be reported stolen soon?"
"No," he replied. "This was your Christmas present. It's registered under the name on your false license, so there's no way for them to track it. Hope you don't mind missing out on the surprise, but under the circumstances, it was our best option."
My mouth hung open, because he was clearly serious. "I can't accept this. It's way too expensive!" In the midst of everything, here I was arguing over the lavishness of a Christmas gift. Normal and I would never meet.
He gave an exasperated sigh. "Kitten, for once could you just say thank you? Really, luv, aren't we past this?"
A sharp stab of misery poked me when I remembered we were way past this, just not like he thought.
"Thank you. It's beautiful. All I got you was a new jacket." Christmas was only two weeks away, but it might as well have been a thousand years.
"What kind of jacket?"
God help me, how would I have the strength to walk away from him? His dark brown eyes were lovelier than anything money could buy. I swallowed hard and described it, because talking kept the tears at bay.
"Well, it was long, like a trenchcoat. Black leather, so you'd look spooky and mysterious. The police probably ransacked whatever was left of my apartment the vampires didn't destroy. It was wrapped and hidden under the loose board in the kitchen cabinet."
Bones took my hand and squeezed it gently. Now there was no halting the moisture from my eyes.
"Switch?" Better asking late than never. The fact that Bones was here made the question almost rhetorical.
"Shriveled in Indiana. That bugger ran at full speed for hours. Sorry I couldn't have taken my time with him, Kitten, but I wanted to head straight back to you. When I caught him, I staked him and left him to rot in the woods by Cedar Lake. With all the bodies left back at the house, one more isn't going to rock the boat. In fact, Indiana's where we're headed now."
"Why Indiana?" Dimly I was glad Switch was dead. Maybe now my grandparents could rest in peace.
"Got a mate there, Rodney, who will set you and your mum up with new identification. We'll bunk at his place tonight and leave tomorrow afternoon. Just have to run a few errands in the morning to be set. From there, we'll proceed to Ontario for a few months. We will track down those last two sods, mark my words, but we'll do it quietly once this heat over Oliver cools down. When your lads can't find a trace of you after a bit, they'll look for other fish to fry."
Oh, if only it were that simple. "How did you know when they were moving us?"
He gave an amused grunt. "By watching. When they cleared a path from a floor to the back exit and had armed guards waiting by a bunch of vehicles, it was obvious. I just stayed ahead of them until the timing was right."
A solid thumping noise drew my attention to the backseat. Bones grinned.
"Looks like your mum woke up."
Chapter Twenty-Seven
RODNEY WAS A GHOUL, TO MY SURPRISE. Somehow I just expected vampire. Bones lifted my mother out of the backseat, tape still over her mouth, and handed her off to me as he made the introductions. Rodney didn't bat an eye. He must have been used to people showing up at his house bound and gagged.
I set my mother on her feet and shook Rodney's hand as much as I could while keeping her from bolting away.
"I hate to impose right off, Rodney, but where's the bathroom?"
"It's no imposition, it's on the left," he said with a smile.
I hauled her with me. "Be back in a minute, Bones. I want to get her cleaned up and have a word with her."
"Take your time, luv."
I locked the door behind us and immediately began to run the water in the tub. On the way over, I'd come up with a plan, but now I had to get my mother to play along. She made furious grunts behind her gag, and I sighed. Even with the water running, Bones might hear us.
I gave the bathroom mirror a cagey glance and then turned the faucet to run as hot as possible. Soon the room filled with steam. Bingo.
I used my finger to write on the now-fogged mirror:
Leaving tomorrow don't speak he'll hear you
Her eyes bugged. "He killed the man who murdered Grandpa Joe and Grandma, Mom," I said in a clear voice. "He won't hurt me and he won't hurt you."
She wrote three words next to mine:
Leaving without him?
I nodded my head yes, even though I wanted to throw up. "I know you hate vampires and I know this will be hard, but you're going to have to listen to me for a while."
He doesn't know, he would stop us
"Just give me a little time. You have to trust me. Our lives depend on it."
Play along no matter what
"We're staying here tonight, and then tomorrow we're leaving the country. It's the only way."
I kept repeating that to myself. This was the only way. It just hurt more than I could stand.
"Well? Are you going to be reasonable? Can I take the gag off?"
She gave me a hard stare and wrote again on the mirror:
Leaving without him promise me
"You can trust me," I repeated. "I promise."
My mother nodded once, and I took her gag off. She glanced at the door, but didn't say a word.
I grabbed one of the pretty hanging towels and rubbed our words off the mirror. "Try to be nice when we go out."
Bones and Rodney were seated at the table. My mother glared at both of them, but said nothing. For her, that was being nice.
"Take your pick of the guest rooms, one upstairs and one in the basement," Rodney offered.
"Show me the one in the basement," I said instantly.
"Of course, follow me."
I took my mother's arm and we went down a flight of stairs to the basement. Rodney opened a door to a guest room complete with fluffy blankets and, more importantly, no windows.
I gave my mother a light push inside. "This'll be perfect for you, Mom."
She stared stupidly at me as I started to leave.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Upstairs. With Bones. Good night."
I slammed the door and watched with grim contentment as Rodney locked it from the outside. The mere fact that he had a downstairs bedroom with a lock on the outside was cause for comment, but none of my business.
There was a pounding on it almost at once.
"Catherine! You can't mean to-"
"We'll talk about it tomorrow, Mom, when we're alone. Tomorrow. Don't cause a fuss, you're making Rodney hungry."
Although I had no way of knowing the truthfulness of that statement, he winked at me and made a low rumbling noise in his throat. The room inside at once became quiet.
"Thanks for that," I whispered gratefully. "She would have banged all night."
He smiled as we walked back up the stairs. The door to the basement he also locked and gave me a meaningful glance.
"In case she's really feisty."
Bones waited for me in the other guest room and I went straight into his arms, breathing in the scent of him. For several minutes we just held each other. Selfishly I tried to drink in the feeling of him next to me. I might know this was the only way, but oh God, did it hurt.
"I told you we'd make it through the night, luv. You didn't believe me."
"No," I softly answered. "I didn't. But you were right, and both of you are alive. That's all that matters. It means more than anything to me."