One Grave at a Time
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"You found me without anyone telling you where I was?"
But my borrowed powers from Marie were gone! That had been proven when I failed to raise Remnants, and no other ghosts had randomly found their way to me, not to mention my inability to control a ghost's actions anymore.
"Yes, Cat," Don replied, an edge to his tone. "You told me I could do that after I first died, remember? Now you're shocked that it worked?"
Yeah, I was. Shocked speechless, in fact. Bones turned around and went inside without another word. Once there, I heard him mutter something low to Spade but couldn't make out the exact sentences. Spade left to go back to his town house right after.
My uncle didn't care about what the other vampires were doing. He stared at me, tugging on a nonexistent eyebrow.
"Madigan's fake repentance period is over, and he's implemented a slew of new security measures against guess what? Ghosts. He's duplicated everything you did at the cave, and your old house, smothering the compound in marijuana, garlic, and lit sage, not to mention infrared cameras and recorders. It's prevented me from following him, let alone from speaking to Tate-"
"Can you feel anything special about me right now?" I cut him off, still reeling over the implications of his finding me on his own.
"Is it too much to finish a sentence without someone interrupting me?" Don snapped.
I marched over to him, my shock giving way to dread. "This is important, so answer the question!"
My uncle let out another of those exasperated noises but then ran his hand briefly through my arm.
"You . . . vibrate. I don't know what else to call it. Other people don't do that, whether they're human, vampire, or ghoul." Then Don frowned, running his hand through me again. "But it's softer now. It was much stronger the last time I saw you."
"Sparks but no fire," I whispered, understanding at last.
He frowned. "Come again?"
"Just like before, when my hands sparked, but I'd lost enough of the pyrokinetic power from Vlad's blood to turn those sparks into big streams of flame." I whirled around and began to stride to the door, stopped when I realized Don couldn't follow me, and swung back again. "The other places you ended up when you were trying to find me, was one of them New Orleans?"
His frown deepened. "Yes. I went straight to this large, antebellum-looking house, but I couldn't go inside because it had a barrier around it like this place does."
Marie's protection against unwanted ghostly visitors, I mentally filled in. Don didn't know that he'd just done a flyby on the ghoul queen of New Orleans, drawn by the original source of the power of which I only had traces left in me now.
But those traces, while not enough to summon Remnants or bend ghosts to my will, were obviously enough for a determined phantom to find me, as evidenced by Don's appearance. And if he'd been able to follow that remaining, albeit weak thread of power, then so would another ghost who'd be really keen to know where I was, considering I'd made off with two of his intended victims.
"You tried to enter the house, then flew back because the sage burned you?" I asked, looking around the brightly lit backyard.
Don nodded almost warily. "Yes."
Both pets had reacted to a ghost trying to come into the house, but now that my uncle was fifty feet away in the yard, Helsing and Dexter were quiet. I edged closer to the front door, realizing there was a chance that Don wasn't the only ghost within the perimeter.
Elisabeth and Fabian had been telling the truth, I thought grimly. They hadn't been followed either time by Kramer. No, the Inquisitor found us at Spade's house the same way he must've found us at that hotel in Ohio-by following the supernatural trail that led from Marie Laveau back to me. Poor Fabian probably didn't even realize that connection was still active because he hadn't needed to look for me. He and Elisabeth had known where I was the whole time.
Power sliding along my back was Bones appearing in the doorway behind me. I glanced over, mutely noting the two large handfuls of smoking sage he held out to me. Tyler stood close by, Dexter clenched in his grip and my cat in a carrier by his feet. Bones had either overheard my conversation with Don or figured it out for himself.
"They all need to get out of here," I said.
Bones's mouth brushed my ear as he bent down to whisper his reply. "They'll be gone soon, Kitten."
Good. They needed to be far away from me, or I'd lead their tormenter right to them, if I hadn't already.
"I'll be right back," I murmured, then walked over to Don, wary of every noise or flicker of movement around me. He was only twenty yards from the front door, but that distance seemed to stretch with every step I took.
"I need you to leave now," I said once I was close enough to touch him. "Find me again tomorrow." Then I whispered where, trying to keep my voice low enough that only he could hear me.
"What's going on?" Don asked, as soon as I was finished.
"Listen to your niece and leave," Bones stated brusquely.
Don opened his mouth like he was going to argue, but Ian's "Here we are, Crispin!" distracted him. The auburn-haired vampire strolled down the sidewalk like he hadn't a care in the world. My mother followed behind him, her pajamas suggesting she'd just woken up. Spade and Denise brought up the rear, both of them giving the yard the same cautious looks I did. I was tempted to run back into the house, but I waited, not wanting to draw suspicion if someone other than they were watching.
Bones stepped aside from the doorway, letting all of them enter. Less than ten seconds later, Francine, my mother, and Ian came out. My mom had her arms around Francine as if hugging her from behind. Ian flashed us a grin, then grasped my mother with both arms, vaulting straight up into the sky with a burst of nosferatu speed.
Don's "Where are they going?" barely left his lips before the bushes across the yard exploded with movement, like a large, invisible force had smashed through them.
No need to play it cool anymore! I ran toward the house, a cloud of smoke flooding out from the front door to envelop me before I got there. It was so thick it wafted out into the yard. My uncle jumped back like he'd been scalded when some of it touched him.
"Told you to leave, old chap," Bones muttered. Then he pulled me inside, whatever else Don said lost in the howl of German that erupted from the yard.
Tyler was in the family room, a pile of burning sage on the tile and a fan aiming that smoke like a Gatling gun at the doorway. With Bones slamming the front door shut, Tyler turned off the fan, coughing a little at the grayish haze that started to build up in the room.
Something like a percussion boom sounded right before the windows exploded. I had Tyler flat on his back, my body shielding his, before the glass finished falling. Upstairs, Lisa screamed, quickly followed by what sounded like something heavy beating against the walls of the town house.
"Charles," Bones said warningly, stuffing cushions in front of the blasted open windows. I was torn, wanting to help him contain the smoke in the room and being afraid that if I moved off Tyler, Kramer would rush in and kill him.
"Hold on tightly now," I heard Spade mutter, then another boom reverberated through the house. Lisa screamed again, but this time, the tail of it faded, growing fainter, as if coming from a much greater distance.
Fly, Spade, fly! I thought, knowing he'd be carrying Denise to safety, too.
More furious German came from outside the house, the banging increasing until the walls trembled. Listening to it made me savagely happy, because it proved that Kramer couldn't follow them by air. If he could, he wouldn't be outside trying to huff and puff to blow the house down.
"Bones, you have to get Tyler and Dexter out of here, too," I whispered. He could fly much faster than I could, not to mention I had the whole "here I am!" transmitter thing still going on.
"Not leaving," Tyler gritted out. "But get off . . . my f**king kidney."
I moved my knee away from his lower back. Hadn't meant to jam that into his side, but I'd kind of been in a hurry to cover him before.
"You have to leave. He'll find me wherever I go for at least the next month or so," I hissed back, remembering how long it took for my hands to stop sparking. "You want to get killed?"
"No. That's why I'm not leaving," Tyler replied more emphatically, yet so soft if I wasn't on top of him I might not have caught it with the racket outside. "If you're gonna trap him, you'll need me, and I need you to trap him," he finished. Dumb-ass, flashed across his mind, but he didn't end his sentence with that last part out loud.
Despite a ghost's beating in the walls and Dexter barking loud enough to make my eardrums hurt while cowering under a nearby table, I couldn't help my snort of laughter. Dumb-ass? Tyler was the one refusing to go to safety. Talk about the proverbial pot and kettle.
Bones came over, glass crunching under his feet with every step. "Neighbors are calling the coppers. Stay with him. I'll gather what we need, then we have to go."
We'd rented the entire trio of town houses to make sure no units were attached to ours, but even that hadn't been enough of a low profile with the fit Kramer was throwing.
"Looks like you're leaving after all," I noted to Tyler.
He grunted. "I hate flying with you guys, have I told you that?"
I cast a quick look outside, where it sounded like Kramer was now ripping up the lawn in his rage.
"Sorry. A lot of vampire tricks take getting used to."
Chapter Twenty-Six
Bones and I waited next to the Cathedral of the Epiphany, one of its tall steeples casting the shadow of a cross over where we stood. I told myself that was a good omen even though I couldn't shake my tenseness. At eight in the evening, the area wasn't as busy, but enough people were around that I worried about more than Tyler's safety if Kramer showed up. Earlier today, we'd checked Dexter and Helsing into a kennel. It wasn't a long-term solution, but it was the best choice until Spade could arrange to pick them up. The pets, like Francine and Lisa, would be safer away from me.
Toward that end, we'd spent last night in an abandoned meatpacking facility in the Stockyards, keeping sage burning on the cold cement floor all evening. Even though it was miserable, and none of us slept, we couldn't justify getting a hotel room and endangering anyone unlucky enough to be in the rooms next to ours. Bones made some calls, and tonight we'd be in a rented house without any close neighbors, but not until we spoke to my uncle. There were some important questions that only Don could answer. He better show up, I thought, glancing at the clock on my cell phone. I wouldn't put it past my uncle to stand me up if an opportunity arose for him to follow Madigan without being detected.
My concerns were laid to rest when I spotted a ghostly figure floating over the park's rolling hills, wearing a business suit instead of an old, mended tunic. I didn't know what made certain clothes appear on ghosts-Don hadn't died in a business suit, after all-but that wasn't what I was burning to find out. He'd barely gotten within earshot before I started in on him.
"How long did it take from the time you started looking for me to when you popped up on our lawn yesterday?"
"Hello to you, too, Cat," my uncle replied with a faint shake of his head. Tyler sidled over, squinting in the direction I faced. Must've figured out from my question that a ghost was here even though he couldn't see him yet.
"Lives depend on your answer," Bones told my uncle crisply.
Don gave his eyebrow a few thoughtful tugs. "It was around five in the morning, Tennessee time, when I began to concentrate on you like you told me to. What time was it when you saw me?"
"A little after two in the afternoon." With the time change, that was about ten hours. Far, far longer than when I first had Marie's blood and Fabian attempted to find me. That took him anywhere from minutes to less than an hour to zoom to my side, depending on how far away I was.
Bones gave Don a speculative look before turning his attention to me. "He's not used to navigating by ley lines and he's not nearly as powerful as Kramer. Best to assume it would take the Inquisitor half that time."
Five hours. God, that wasn't enough time to get anything significant done before the ghost found us.
"We were at the meatpacking plant longer than that last night," I pointed out, hoping Bones was wrong.
"And he could've been there, waiting to see if Spade and the others joined up with us," he replied.
Good point. Why would Kramer tip his hand if it wouldn't net him anything he wanted? Bones and I weren't his main targets; those women were. Kramer certainly hadn't let on that he'd found the town house until Ian blasted away with Francine. No wonder nothing had happened when Bones and I took Lisa from her house. Kramer already knew where we were headed. The fucker was probably laughing the whole time he watched us, thinking we were making it easier on him by keeping both women under the same roof.
Well, at least he wouldn't be laughing now. If Kramer had been watching us all last night, he'd know the others hadn't met up with us, and it wouldn't take him long to figure out that they weren't going to. When that happened, I expected him to express his displeasure in his usual way-trying to murder all of us.
"Oh, there he is," Tyler remarked. "You're the old guy from the cave in Ohio. Howya doin'?"
"I'm dead, how do you think I'm doing?" my uncle replied sourly before floating closer to me. "What happened yesterday, Cat?"
I let out a short laugh. "The same ghost from that day at the cave dropped by, and as you can tell, his mood was the same, too."