"You didn't worry about your wife meeting someone, maybe even a vampire, so late at night?” Raj asked bluntly, which earned him a shocked look from Sarah.
Dr. Edwards seemed taken aback by the question as well. He didn't respond immediately, staring at Raj and then away, as if debating whether to answer. When he looked back, his eyes were full of loss, and something else—guilt.
"We were supposed to have dinner that night,” he said quietly. “It seems meaningless now, but at the time . . .” He drew a breath before continuing. “I'd scored something of a professional coup and we were going to celebrate. Estelle cancelled at the last minute. I was angry. She'd done this sort of thing so many times before, always putting her work before everything else. She left a phone message, canceling our plans and telling me about her meeting. I didn't even call her back."
"Does your wife keep a calendar? Anything that would list her appointments?"
Tears sparkled in Edwards's eyes and he swallowed hard before nodding. “On her computer, but the police already took that. I don't think they found anything."
"Does she have a secretary?” Sarah asked. “Someone who might have called her contact?"
Edwards shook his head. “Estelle was very careful about her work. Medical research is a highly competitive field, cutthroat some would say, and she'd been burned before by a colleague. She rarely shared any of the details beyond her lab, and even then her assistants know only what they're actively working on, very little of the larger project."
Raj stood to leave. This was useless. “Thank you, Dr. Edwards, for—"
Edwards stood also, interrupting him. “You must understand. We live well here, but it was not always so. It's difficult to see beneath her professional persona, but Estelle is very street smart. She told me she was meeting someone in the vampire community, someone high enough to ensure access to the blood samples she needed. I believed her, Mr. Gregor. And I believe whoever she met . . .” He drew a breath before continuing, “. . . whoever she met knows where she is."
Raj frowned and nodded sharply. “For what it's worth, I think you're right, Dr. Edwards.” He gestured at Sarah, indicating it was time to leave.
Sarah set her untasted coffee back on its delicate saucer and stood. She'd slipped out of her coat when she sat down and now gathered it up, getting ready to leave. Something caught her eye, and Raj saw her cross to a large sideboard against the entryway wall.
"Is this your wife?” she asked Edwards, touching a silver-framed photograph.
"Yes,” the doctor replied, seeming puzzled. “But I already gave the police a photograph."
"You did, sir,” Raj said quickly. “Dr. Stratton is new to the case. Thank you for agreeing to see us on such short notice. We'll be in touch,” he added and hustled Sarah out the door.
Chapter Twenty-six
Sarah waited until they were in Raj's car and back on the main road, before saying, “Remember when I told you Krystof was talking to some woman at that university reception?"
"Mmm,” Raj said absently.
"It was Estelle Edwards."
He glanced at her in disbelief. “Why didn't you say something before?” he demanded.
"I never saw her photograph before,” she replied calmly.
"But you met with Scavetti—"
"For five minutes, so he could tell me all the reasons I didn't belong on his precious case. I only know what Trish looks like because she was in the paper."
"Goddamn it."
"I don't get it, Raj."
"What don't you get?” he asked. He seemed angry suddenly, although not necessarily at her.
"What's the connection? Why Estelle Edwards, and why those women?"
"Blood,” he said succinctly. “That son of a bitch."
"Explain please."
He scowled. “Vampires stay young forever. Humans would like to also. It's all in the blood."
Sarah's eyes opened wide in understanding. “Oh, my God,” she said. “And Estelle Edwards is a hematologist! She could make a fortune."
"Exactly."
"But why hasn't someone done it before now? Hell, why haven't you all set up a corporation and raked it in?"
He stopped at a red light and twisted around to look at her. “How long do you think vampires would remain free if humans figured out a way for our blood to make them live forever?” he asked grimly.
She stared at him as realization struck. “Right,” she said. “Got it.” The light changed and the BMW took off like it was on a raceway. “So is Krystof in trouble?” she asked.
Mr. Inscrutable just shrugged, ignoring her question, and Sarah had a sudden, strong urge to throw something at him. Unfortunately, there was nothing handy, and besides, at the speed he was going, the car would probably crash spectacularly and she'd die. He'd be fine, of course. Stupid vampire.
Staring straight ahead, he whipped the powerful sedan down the empty streets, his anger fairly radiating off of him. She expected him to take her straight home and dump her at the curb, so she was surprised when he turned toward the university.
"The roommate's name is Jennifer Stewart,” he said abruptly and rattled off her phone number. “Give her a try."
"Yes, my lord,” she responded, which earned her a sideways glare. She punched in the number.
"If she's not there, I'll drop you off—"
"Hi, is this Jennifer?” Sarah made a face at Raj. “Jennifer, my name's Sarah Stratton."
Jennifer Stewart could have been Patricia Cowens's twin sister, Raj thought. They had the same heart-shaped face surrounded by long, curly black hair, the same newly ripe body, fairly begging to be plucked.
"I told the police,” she was saying. “Trish never went to one of those parties before. She was really sweet, but she hardly went anywhere. It was a big deal for her that her dad let her move into the dorm, and she didn't want to do anything to make him change his mind. He's pretty protective, like totally obsessed almost. Did you know he bought a house here just so he could visit on weekends? It's out in the country and it's like huge."
"He bought a house because Trish was going to school here?” Sarah asked.
"Yeah. Trish didn't mind, though. She said it was because of her mom being dead. He's actually a really nice guy for being so massively rich."
Raj was getting impatient with the conversation. They'd already gone through a needlessly long set of introductions, during which Jennifer wisely asked to see their identification. Raj could understand that. After all, her roommate was missing. But the ID check had been followed by a lengthy explanation of why they should called her “Jen” and not “Jennifer” and never “Jenny.” Raj would have called her anything she wanted if it meant he'd get some answers before the next millennium.
"I don't think she had a good time at the party, though, Jen was saying. “It's kind of a weird vibe there sometimes, you know?"
Raj didn't know. He didn't want to know. What he wanted to know was whatever Jen had to say that could possibly help him discover if Krystof was trading in vamp blood. Christ, if that was true, the old man really had lost it. He wandered over to the small student desk next to the window, leaning over to peer at a photograph of the two roommates which was stuck to a cork bulletin board. Without even glancing over his shoulder, he ripped the photograph off the board and tucked it into his pocket before turning around to lean against the desk.
"Did you or Trish ever go to anything more serious than these parties?” he asked impatiently. “Anything involving vampires?"
Jen looked at him with those wide, little girl eyes and shook her head. “Oh. You mean like a blood house or something?"
That was exactly what Raj meant and he found it curious that the innocent-eyed Jennifer had homed in so quickly. “Among other things,” he said. “Anything like that?"
"No, sir,” she said, shaking her head vigorously and tossing her shiny curls. “Never."
Raj straightened from his slouch against the desk. “Jennifer,” he said in a low, seductive voice. Her gaze swung to him as quickly as a compass to due north.
He went to one knee in front of her and took her hand, like a courtier before a princess. Jennifer, you know what I am don't you?
Yes. Even her mind voice was young and breathless. It made him smile.
I'm trying to find Trish, Jennifer, and I know you want to help, don't you?
She nodded eagerly.
I'm going to help you remember some things, is that okay?
Is this kind of like hypnosis or something?
That's exactly what it's like
She frowned. You won't make me cluck like a chicken or anything, will you
Raj wanted to laugh, but he replied seriously. No. That would be a betrayal of your trust, and I would never do that, sweetheart.
Okay, then.
Raj heard Sarah moving restlessly behind him. The entire conversation with Jennifer would have taken only minutes, but he had a sudden image of what Sarah must be seeing. Him kneeling in front of the young woman, her gaze locked on his, her face suffused with happiness, as if he was the most wonderful person she'd ever met. He cleared his throat and spoke out loud. “Jennifer, did you lie earlier when I asked about the blood houses?"
The girl's eyes filled with tears that spilled down her cheeks. “I'm sorry,” she whispered.
"Why did you lie, sweetheart?"
"I'm not allowed,” she said in a childlike voice. “My parents would get really, really mad at me."
"Did you tell the police about it?"
"No! They'd tell!"
"I won't tell."
She smiled happily. “I know."
"So you can tell me the truth, can't you? You can tell me about the blood house."
