“And I’ll fill you full of silver, bro,” Eli said. He had two handguns aimed at Edmund’s back. I stepped to my right and out of his angle of shot. “You already got silvered up this week. Twice could finish you.”
Bruiser said, softly, “Jane, call him.”
“Do what?”
“You shared blood. Call him. Someone else is trying to influence him, someone he once trusted and with whom he shared blood. Only a stronger master can ease him from this path.”
“Not sure how to do that.”
“He’s fighting the call. Give him something else to think about.”
“Beast wants to hunt cows from inside your fancy car,” I said instantly. “With the top down and Eli driving around a muddy field. You don’t calm down, I’m taking her hunting.” I leaned closer and grinned, showing teeth. “She’ll claw up your leather upholstery. Maybe scent-mark your carpet.”
Inside me Beast perked up.Hunt cow? In Edmund car with no head?Which I figured was her way saying with the top down.
“Yes,” I replied to her aloud. “With the top down and a mountain lion in the passenger seat. She’ll pull a dead cow into the car and feast on it. Entrails everywhere. It’ll be a bloodbath.”
Edmund swallowed. His lids closed and stayed that way for three seconds. Opened. “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, yes I would. She wants your car.Bad. And she wants to drag a full-grown cow into the seat and sit there, looking out over a pasture while she eats it.”
Beast will hunt cow! In Edmund car!
Ed’s eyes started bleeding back to human-ish. His fangs folded back on their little hinges with a snap. “My car is a Thunderbird Maserati 150 GT. It is a 1957 prototype for which I paid over three million dollars. One does not hunt in a Maserati GT. One does not—”
“If I have to kill you, the car is mine,” I interrupted.
“I—” He stopped. Focused on me. “What happened?”
“I opened this.” I held out the brown bottle. “And you decided to huntme. Then there’s the storm. I’m guessing some combo of the two?”
Edmund accepted the sealed bottle and brought it close to his nose. He took a tiny sniff. With a pop of displaced air he was gone. I caught the bottle before it hit the floor. “We’ll take this to Leo,” I said to Bruiser.
“Indeed.”
I frowned.Indeedwas a Leo word. Formal and... Leo-ishy. This place and this bottle were having an effect on my people.
I tucked the bottle under my arm and said, “Let’s go to HQ.”
Fortunately, Edmund was sitting in the limo when we got there, staring out the far window at the storm. I gave the bottle to Shemmy and had him raise the privacy panel. “To keep the smell away from our fanghead.”
I got the feeling that Shemmy was disappointed, that he liked being part of the action, but he complied, opening the communication channel instead.
“Don’t pout, Eddie,” I said, crawling in to sit beside the vamp.
His head turned to me in one of those inhuman gestures they can do. “I am not pouting,” he said distinctly. “Pouting is for children. And my name. Is. Not. Eddie.”
“Good to know. HQ, James,” I instructed.
“My name isn’t James,” Shemmy said, helpfully.
“Picky, picky, picky,” I said.
CHAPTER 11
Did You Know You’re Being Tailed by PsyLED?
On the way to HQ, we got notice from Scrappy, Leo’s secretary, that a small cruise ship was trying to dock and that all sorts of local, state, and federal officials were on site. Leo wanted us to check it out. Of course he did, in a rainstorm that was getting, if possible, worse. This night, like the previous one, was never-ending, and I’d had only a half hour nap, at best.
