Part 18 (2/2)
Then he found what he was looking for in Brad Parker, a man whose loyalty could be bought and who knew enough to make it worth the payment.
It had almost worked. If not for my being on a date with a vampire, my head would have been blown off.
When Bones was finished, he arched a brow at Don. ”You have any more questions for him?”
Don looked stunned. ”No, I can safely say you covered it. Tate? Juan? Anything else?”
Mutely they shook their heads. Tate was more grudging in his silent response, his lips thinned to a straight line, but Juan looked at Bones with a flash of admiration. A start.
”Fancy locking him up?”
The question was again addressed to Don. I appreciated the gesture behind it. Bones was deferring Brad's fate. To my surprise, Don waved a hand.
”You know we're not letting him live, not with what he knows. Just don't make a mess.”
Tate was incensed. ”For Christ's sake, we can take him below and shoot him!”
”Don't be childish, Tate,” Don snapped. ”Bullet or bite, the end's the same, and it's his right. He found him; we didn't. Cat would be dead soon if he hadn't, and despite what she thinks of me, I don't want that to happen.”
Don looked straight at me when he said that last part, and understanding dawned as to what this was. He was giving a peace offering in the form of Brad Parker's jugular. It wasn't pretty, but again, it was a start.
”Make it fast,” I said to Bones. ”I know you want to take your time, but don't. He's not worth it.”
I didn't leave the room, but Tate did, in a huff. Juan shuffled but stayed, and Don remained where he was.
Bones didn't mind the audience. He bit into Brad's neck with his fangs fully extended, swallowing deeply and repeatedly.
No one except me heard the inevitable sound of death as it occurred, and true to my request, it was fast.
”There you are, old chap,” Bones said a minute later as he let Brad fall limply to the tile. ”Not a drop spilled.”
I went to him, stepping over Brad, who was sprawled by his feet. Bones kissed my forehead with warm lips. Two kills in two days; he was probably stuffed. Then again, his dinner last night had drained into the capsule.
”You know I'm going after him, Don.” There was no need to say the name, and somehow, I didn't want to.
”Yes, I know.” He appraised the two of us together and tugged his eyebrow. ”I want to speak in private with you, Cat.
There are some things we need to discuss.”
”We can speak, but Bones is coming. Really, even if he couldn't hear us, which he can, I'd just tell him later.”
Bones gave Don a smug smile. Well, he'd earned a little gloating.
Don coughed. ”If you insist. Juan, would you remove...?” He gestured vaguely at Brad's body as we followed him back to his office.
TWENTY-FIVE.
ARE YOU LEAVING US?” DON BEGAN WITHOUT preamble when I shut the door.
It was a good question, since I now knew what he'd hidden from me these past years.
I looked around Don's office and then back at the man himself. Don and I didn 't have similar features, but he was my blood, as surely as my mother was. After several quiet moments, I realized I didn 't hate him for his lies, both outright and of omission. Who was I to judge him so harshly for his mistakes? After all, I'd made an exceptional number of my own.
”No.”
Don let out a sigh that might have been relieved, but Bones ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
”b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l. You just won't take the easy road.”
”I need to do this.”
Bones stared at me for a long moment, then turned to Don.
”The only way you're keeping her is if I'm with her. Consider it a two-for-one deal. I won't stop her from doing what she considers her job, but I will not see her die for it. None of those men are strong enough to back her up, but I am. You want her?
Then you'll get me also.”
This I hadn't expected. Clearly neither had Don. He gaped.
”You can't expect me to allow a vampire inside an operation designed to kill vampires! That's not even lunacy-it's suicide!”
Bones smiled a very patient smile and sat down, tapping his fingers on Don's desk.
”Look, mate, I could give a rot about your operation, but do happen to care a great deal about her life, so I 'm going to make you an offer, and you're going to accept it.”
Don blinked at the baldness of the statement. I was curious myself to hear what this offer was, because it was news to me, too.
”Why does the success of your missions hinge on her?” Bones went on. ”Because she's your strongest fighter. Without her, you have a group of men who might do jolly well in a regular war, but against ghouls and vampires, they 're roadkill. You know it, too. That's why you got your knickers in a twist when you discovered how lethal she was at twenty -two. And don't think I've forgotten that it was your manipulating that kept me alone the past several years. Just for that, I'd fancy peeling your skin off like an orange while you were alive and screaming, but that's off topic.”
”Quite,” I said edgily.
Bones continued as if I hadn't spoken. ”But since she insists on still working here, we have to come to an arrangement. As skilled as she is in battle, no one is infallible. If she went down in a fight right now, your operation would be finished, since you have no one strong enough to replace her. This is the first part of what I 'm offering. You will never have to fret about her coming back from a job, because unless I'm shriveled on the ground, she will.”
”You want to work for me?” Don asked in astonishment.
Bones laughed. ”Not for you, old chap. For her. She's the only one I'd listen to, anyway.”
My expression must have been as astonished as Don's, because Bones paused and took my hand.
”I'm not fretting over control with you. You can have all of the command you desire as long as we're together. I'll just save my demands for the bedroom.”
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