everything. "I still don"t understand how Ms. Doe came to be buried in the Spivey plot."
"We kept her in cold storage for a while, hoping something would turn up, but decided it would only be right to bury her. Bob
Henry at the funeral home donated a coffin and tombstone and the florist sent flowers, but when n.o.body had a burial plot they were willing to part with, I offered her a place with my family."
"That was very decent of you."
The cop looked abashed. "We had plenty of s.p.a.ce-that whole corner of the lot was nearly empty. Besides, I was the first officer
on the scene, and I feel bad that we"ve never found out who she was. Not that I"ve given up, mind you. There"s not enough time or money to keep an investigation moving indefinitely, but I"m like a bloodhound-I may not have a scent to go on now, but when I get one, I"ll not give up." He started to rise again, and said, "Now I do need to get going. You have your wife give us a call, and we"ll pick out a nice place for Aunt Estelle."
"I"d do that. Thank you very much for your time."
"Hey, what are families for?"
The two men shook hands, and Norcomb headed for the door. Mark was about to follow him when he noticed his stomach was
growling. Stella no longer needed food, other than the occasional dose of dark chocolate she claimed vampires required, but he
still ate one or two regular meals a day. So when the waitress came to clear off Norcomb"s table, he ordered lunch. On the way back to Raleigh, Mark speculated about how Stella would react. He honestly had no idea-Stella"s unpredictability had been part of what had attracted him to her in the first place, even before she confessed her undead status. Some days she seemed as young as she"d been at death, while others she demonstrated every day she"d lived. Most of the time he was happy to go along, so even though he didn"t understand why she"d wanted to make a birthday pilgrimage to her grave, he hadn"t argued.
Now there was one thing he was sure of. Stella wanted her grave back.
Mark was in bed with Stella when she came back to life, and she responded immediately, if not in the way he"d hoped.
"You reek!" she said with a grimace.
"d.a.m.n it," he said, sliding out from under the covers. "All I had was a cheeseburger! No onions or mustard, and I brushed my
teeth and used mouthwash. Twice!"
"It"s not the food," she said, sniffing.
"I ate next door to a chicken farm," Mark said.
She shuddered. "Maybe that"s it. After living near one all those years, I was ready to switch to blood just to make sure I never
had to eat chicken again."
"Ready to hear about the body in your grave?"
"Not yet-I"m hungry." As long as he got regular food, Mark could go two or three days without blood feeding, but Stella could
not. "Did you scout out a place for us to hunt? What should I wear?"
"Workout clothes. The desk clerk recommended a nearby jogging path. It"s around a lake and includes numerous twists and
turns."
"I"ll hit the shower and get ready to go."
"I better shower again, too, to get that nasty smell off of me. And in the interest of conserving water..."
"By all means, let"s conserve."
Oddly, taking a shower together took longer than two separate showers would have.
If it had been his grave, Mark would have been frothing at the mouth to find out more about the body buried there, but older
vampires were annoyingly patient. Stella wanted to wait until after dinner.
Admittedly, it didn"t take her long to pick out a healthy-looking man and bespell him into following her to a darkened patch of trees. She quickly sated herself, and then Mark took his turn. After that, Stella kept the man bespelled long enough for their saliva
to heal the wounds, and fuzzed his memory before sending him on his way again. All he"d remember was that the run had taken more out of him than usual.
Mark could have tried to bespell his own donor, of course, but it would have taken longer, and he"d have had to spring for a nice
dinner and a movie. Stella"s methods were much more efficient.
Afterward, they headed back for the Caddy, and since he didn"t have Stella"s patience, Mark was about to explode with his news by the time she asked, "What did you find out?"
He told her everything Norcomb had told him but wasn"t so distracted that he didn"t notice that Stella was driving back toward
the Spivey family plot. He finished as they arrived, and when she parked the car, he followed her to the grave.
She just looked at it. Though it was a much darker night, he had no doubt that she could read each letter of the tombstone"s inscription.
"We could have her moved to a public cemetery," he said.
"How would we explain it to that cop?"
"We"ll tell him Aunt Estelle doesn"t like a stranger in here, that she wants this s.p.a.ce. h.e.l.l, we"ve got enough lawyers and money
that we don"t have to explain anything. Or you can bespell him-that would be cheaper."
"I don"t want to do that to her."
"It"s not like she"d know. She"s dead-really dead, I mean. It wouldn"t hurt her feelings."
"How do you know?"
"Because there"s no such thing as ghosts."
"A year ago, you"d have said that there"s no such thing as vampires. A year from now, there"s no telling what you"ll be saying."
A chill ran down Mark"s spine, but that was a conversation he wasn"t ready for. "Well, if she is watching, she"ll understand why
you want your grave back."
But Stella shook her head. "I don"t want to just dump her somewhere. At least here, she"s got Norcomb looking after her. She won"t be forgotten."
"Then we"ll move her to another spot here in the Spivey plot."
"No. Why should I care if there"s somebody buried here anyway? It"s not like I"m planning to use the grave. And who knows?
Maybe someday Norcomb will figure out who she is, and her people will take her home."
"Maybe," Mark said doubtfully, knowing that the majority of cold cases were never solved. What had Norcomb said? That there
wasn"t enough time or money to pursue an investigation forever. Mark considered it. Time wasn"t a problem for him, thanks to the eternal life clause of vampirism, and neither was money. Stella was loaded and, as was customary, had settled a big chunk of change onto him when she brought him over.
"Stella, did you ever read the Nancy Drew books?"
"Why?" Before he could answer, she said, "Are you seriously suggesting we go snooping around like Nancy Drew to find out what happened to Jane?"
"Why not? We"ve got no plans for the next few days."
"And you believe you can solve a murder in a few days when the police haven"t been able to in two years?"
"I don"t think it"s any more ridiculous than believing in vampires."
She gave him a look.
"Okay, maybe it is," he conceded. "But how about this? We snoop around for a few days, and if nothing comes of it, we"ll hire a
private investigator. How does that sound?"
"Ridiculous." Then she smiled. "Let"s do it."
Mark still didn"t believe Jane Doe"s spirit was watching, but he sketched a salute toward her tombstone as they left, just in case.
"What first?" he said once they were in the car.
"Are you admitting that even though this was your idea, you have no plans about what we should do first?"
"I"m a big-picture guy. I leave the details to you."
"I see," Stella said dryly. "In that case, I think I"d like to meet my third-cousin once removed, or whatever relation Officer
Norcomb is to me."