Pulse:Pleasure lights Dante"s face, gleams golden in his eyes as he enters her. She smells him - burning leaves and frost.
Pulse:She tucks her face against De Noir"s neck as he carries her through the cold night sky.
Pulse:Elroy Jordan stands over her as she sleeps, a knife glinting in his hand. He touches a finger to her hair. Pulse:Stearns fires. Dante falls and falls and falls...
Heart pounding hard and fast, a cry caught in her throat, Heather grabbed for Dante. Her hand seized his; his pale fingers closed around her wrist. And they fell. Dante wrapped his arms around her, hugged her tight against him as they plunged through a starless night. He kissed her, and the touch of his lips set her ablaze.
She burned as they plummeted, entwined, a falling star. The wind of their pa.s.sage streaked her fiery hair across the sky. Dante"s black tresses coiled around her flickering strands.
A song pulsed into her, vibrating through her,into her, dark and intense and pounding; it burned within her heart, her soul - Dante"s song.
I"m coming for you,cherie.
I"ll be here, Dante. Right here.
Shhh.Je suis ici.
She heard the rush of wings.
Heather"s eyes flew open. Her heart bashed against her ribs. Leaning back against the wall, she sucked in a deep breath of air. Her head still ached.
I"m coming for you,cherie.
Heather folded those words into her heart, kept them safe. Dante"dspoken to her. She didn"t know how, maybe because he"d drank her blood and that linked them, maybe because she"d dozed in an altered state created by the drugs in her system. But her intuition, her gut instinct, told her Dante was on his way.
Closing her eyes, she smiled. Hope kindled warm and bright within her. Her headache lessened. Her exhaustion faded. If Dante was on his way, then he"d gotten away from Jordan. Maybe De Noir had found him.
A buzzing at the door opened her eyes. The door swung open and a tall blonde woman stepped in. Dr.
Johanna Moore. She wore a Euro-stylish tweed skirt suit dyed a deep red, her blouse as white as the walls of the room. She held a gun pointed at the floor in her right hand.
"I remember you from the Academy," Moore said, her voice light and conversational, as though she was at a business luncheon instead of in a padded room. "I was impressed by your empathy for victims."
Heather stood. The throbbing in her head increased with the movement. "Really? I"m surprised you recognized it." She pushed her hair back from her face and met Moore"s gaze. "Are you here to do your own dirty work?" she said, nodding at the pistol.
Moore"s smile tilted. Her gaze seemed to turn inward for a moment. "If it comes to that," she said, voice soft. "If it makes you feel any better, I"ll regret it." She stood in the center of the room, a rose petal in snow.
"Not even a little bit," Heather said. "Do you regret Rosa Baker"s death? How about all the othervictims of the Cross-Country Killer - Elroy Jordan?"
Moore"s blue eyes brightened. "Sounds like you still long to be a voice for the dead. I"d wondered."
"That"s never changed."
"For most, it does."
"What do you care?" Heather glanced at the door, estimated the distance. Wondered how many seconds she"d have before Moore spun and fired.
"I can give you E," Moore said.
Heather"s heart thumped hard against her chest. She looked at Moore. Studied her pale face. Sincerity glimmered in her eyes, but Heather had a feeling she only saw the shallows; in the blue depths, dark things lurked.
"You can finally speak for his dead. Give justice to the families of his victims. All you have to do is say yes."
"Ah. The catch. Yes to what?"
Moore parted her lips. Heather stared at the revealed fangs, thoughts spinning, blood cold.
"To me," Moore said.
33.
Homecoming I"ll be right here, Dante. Right here.
Dante drew in a deep breath and awakened. Behind his closed eyes, his vision of Heather fell away, her hair streaking the night with flames. Waiting for him. He still felt the soft, warm touch of her lips, tasted her on his tongue.
Dante opened his eyes. Darkness, warm and close. His heart jumped within his chest. Adrenaline surged through his veins. Before-Sleep images, fractured and random, strobed through his mind.
A knife hilt sticks up from his chest.
Someone calls his name. He turns.
The Perv reads to him, voice low, coiled with excitement.
A blood-grimed hand gropes along his body, unbuckles his belt.
Lucien looks down at him, gold flecks in his black eyes. My son.
"I"m still here," Lucien said. His voice rumbled from in front of Dante. Dante reached up and pushed away the darkness. A blanket. Sitting up, he shook his hair back from his face.Still in the van , he thought, taking in his surroundings. But the air bed was gone and the Perv - Dante touched a hand to his slashed and blood-stiff T-shirt. Felt the healed, still tender flesh underneath.
His muscles tensed beneath his fingers. He remembered the shiv punching into him again and again.
Dante parted the curtain. Night smudged the sky. Lucien drove the van, his gaze fixed on the snow-covered road, on the glowing red taillights of the traffic in front of him. Dante glanced at Elroy, at his wrist cuffed to the grip above the pa.s.senger window. Breathed in his ripe odor of old sweat, blood, and bitterness. The smell stirred the embers of Dante"s rage to life.
"Where are we?" Dante asked, his attention still focused on Elroy.
"D.C.".
Elroy glanced at Dante. "Oh, goody. You"re awake." Shadows cast by signs and streetlights flitted across the Perv"s face.
Dante remembered the adrenaline-sharp taste of his blood. Hunger stirred.
"J"ai faim,"he said, his gaze lingering on the Perv"s bruised throat.
"Feast, then," Lucien said. "He has no other use."
Elroy went still. Dante caught the heady smell of fear.
"I"ve got Gina"s last words," the Perv said. He pressed himself against the pa.s.senger door, his gaze fixed on Dante. "You promised. Not till after."
"Spromised," Lucien said. "Not Dante."
"Hey, you said there was no S," Elroy protested. "No S, just Dante."
Lucien shrugged. "Believe everything you hear?"
Voices echoed, like words spoken across a chasm. Dante closed his eyes.
We cool?
A pound or two or three of flesh, right?
Still gonna kill me?
"Oui,"Dante said. He opened his eyes. Elroy stared at him. "But not till after."
The Perv nodded. "Yeah. That"s right."
Dante pulled his gaze away from Elroy, tried to shut out the sound of the blood rushing through his veins.
Wind buffeted the van, slanting snow across the windshield.
Dante sent to Lucien. Dante sent an image of a white padded room. His heart double-timed. Wasps droned. But memory skittered away from his grasp.The van crawled along the street, tires scrunching across the snow. Dante glanced at the green-lit map screen on the van"s console. Almost there.
he sent, not sure Heather could still hear him, their link blood-forged and temporary. He"d said the same words to Jay. Would he fail Heather, too?Penance.
Dante-angel?
Hush, princess. Go on back to sleep. I ain"t gonna fail her like I failed you.
Promise?
"Promise," he whispered as Chloe slipped through the cracks in his memory and disappeared. He tried to summon her image, tried to remember her face. He hit a wall at light speed. Pain pierced his temples.
He sniffed and tasted blood at the back of his throat. Watched it drip onto his hand.
f.u.c.k. Not now!
Dante tipped his head back against the seat. As the minutes stretched past, his pain eased, edged into the background behind his thoughts. The van stopped. A hand grasped his knee.
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah. Why did you stop?"
"We"re there."
Dante lifted his head and looked past Lucien to the window. Snow fell hard and fast. He made out a building hunched in the darkness beyond the snow. Light spilled from the windows.
Reaching into his jeans pocket, he tugged free the handcuffs key. He climbed up between the front seats and stretched across Elroy to unlock the cuff. He heard the Perv"s heart rate pick up speed. Felt him shiver. Dante turned the key.
The cuff dropped free of the emergency grip. "I"ll give you Gina"s words when we"re inside the building," Elroy said, lowering his arm. "Then may the best Bad Seed bad-a.s.s win."
"This ain"t a f.u.c.king contest." Dante slid across the rest of the way and opened the door. Icy air andsnow gusted into the van as he hopped to the ground. The snow-covered pavement felt slick under his boots.
Elroy shivered again, this time from the cold.
Dante tucked the key back into his pocket. "Get out. You run, I"ll catch you. I catch you, I"ll kill you."
Elroy"s jaw tightened. His brows slanted down. He looked away, but before he did, Dante saw the mask slip; saw the grinning monster, his eyes bottomless pits that sucked in every scream, memorized every etched line of pain, captured each second of fear and despair.
It was the face Dante had seen as the shiv had punched into him, over and over and over. Red flashed through his vision. Grabbing Elroy by his shirt collar, Dante yanked him out of the van and into the snow.
Elroy hit the snow-covered pavement on his shoulder. Grunted in pain.
Dante bent, locked a hand around the Perv"s arm and hauled him to his feet. Wind whipped through Dante"s hair, iced his skin, his face. He felt Lucien"s heat-radiating presence beside him.
Dante remembered Heather saying that her killer was mortal, all DNA evidence human. Remembered Elroy"s hands sliding along his body, groping, fondling; remembered the stab wounds on Gina"s body; remembered the anarchy symbols cut inside her thighs.
"I f.u.c.ked up," Dante said. "You lied to me.You killed Gina. Not Ronin."
"I still have her last words," Elroy managed through chattering teeth.
"Not anymore."
Dante shoved Elroy down into the snow and sat on him. Twisting the Perv"s head aside, he bent and sank his fangs into the monster"s bruised throat. Blood pulsed hot into his mouth. Elroy shrieked.
Dante plunged into his mind.
The Perv"s thoughts and memories rushed into Dante"s mind like a dark and dirty flood - corpse-ridden, s.e.xed-up, spiked with sharp shivs and hard d.i.c.ks. Diving deep, Dante searched for Gina.
Thunder boomed through the night. Thunder or a shotgun.
"I offer you a rare and priceless gift," Johanna Moore said. "Just think of what you could do with it. The justice you could render."
Heather kept her back to the wall and her eyes on Moore. "And if I say no, you"ll give me the not-so-rare gift of a bullet to the head."