The cashier nodded and snapped her chewing gum. Looking bored, she continued ringing up purchases and stuffing them into a bag.
Topaz gripped the plastic bag by its handles and hurried out of the store. Following, Jack hit the key ring b.u.t.ton to unlock the car before she got to it, and by the time he slid behind the wheel she was in the pa.s.senger seat with the newspaper unfolded on her lap.
"Listen to this," she told him as he started the car. ""Tanya DuFrane, daughter of the legendary actress Mirabella DuFrane, vanished a decade ago. It was rumored at the time that she had been very ill, and most of Hollywood a.s.sumed she simply wanted to die in privacy. However, a reliable source claims that Ms. DuFrane is alive and well, and has returned to L.A. determined to learn the truth about her mother"s death."" She looked up at Jack. "It goes on, sensationalistic blatherings about how Mirabella was shot and-" She lowered her gaze to the paper, scanning it again. "A half-dozen crackpot theories as to who did it and what became of her body. The fact that an eyewitness has seen me, and that I appear to be in "the pink of health." The pink of health.
Do I look pink to you?" As she asked the question, she ran her fingertip over the pale skin of her forearm.
"Does it say where you"re staying?"
"No, but it"s implied." She ran a finger down the column of text. "Here. "The younger Ms. DuFrane appears to be retracing her mother"s steps on the final night of her life."" She clenched her jaw and muttered "Idiots" through her teeth.
"Do you think Rebecca Murphy...?"
"There hasn"t been time," Topaz said. "We only left her ten minutes ago." She shook her head. "No, it couldn"t have been her."
"So who else have you spoken with while you"ve been here? Who else even knew you were coming?"
She shrugged. "You knew."
"Oh, come on, Topaz, be realistic."
"These rags pay a lot for this kind of garbage. And it wouldn"t be the first time you betrayed me for money."
"It wasn"t me." He was wounded, actually, that she could even entertain the thought. He wished he could look her in the eyes or delve into her mind to determine whether she believed him. He tried, but she was blocking-not deliberately, he thought. It was anger and mistrust keeping his mind from probing the depths of hers. Digging any deeper would take more concentration than he could muster up while simultaneously driving and trying to think of convincing arguments.
"I gave you information to help you. Why would I do that if I were going to turn around and throw roadblocks in your way?"
"Oh, come on. You convince me you"re on my side to find out more facts to sell, then stab me in the back."
"Topaz, I knew where you were staying, and I knew why you had come out here before I ever arrived on that villa"s doorstep. I could have sold that information to the tabloids without ever setting foot in California."
She lowered her head. "Maybe that"s not all you"re after."
He sighed, frustrated as h.e.l.l.
"If you want to convince me, Jack, just tell me why you"re really here."
He was quiet for a long moment, so long that he could feel her speculation, practically hear those wheels turning in her mind. She thought he was taking his time so he could make up a good lie, he realized. Say something, you idiot, he told himself.
"I have never felt remorse before. Not in all my years of conning women. Never once. But I felt it with you. I thought it would go away, but it"s been getting worse instead of better. And there"s more. I-I"ve missed you."
She was staring at him, probing. He wished he could let down his guard, let her dig around inside his thoughts and see that he meant what he said-but there were too many things she couldn"t know.
"And besides all that, I kept getting the feeling that this mission of yours could be dangerous."
"So you want me to believe you"re selfless?"
"h.e.l.l, no! I thought by coming out here, helping you do this thing that means so much to you, I might somehow atone for my sins and these feelings of regret would go away." He thumped a palm on the steering wheel. "I don"t like feeling this way, Topaz. It"s affecting my work."
"Your work?"
"Yes, my work. How am I supposed to move on to the next mark if I have to worry that I"ve somehow developed a conscience?"
She drew a breath, then blew it out slowly. "I suppose that"s at least...plausible."
"Just a.s.sume it"s the truth for now, and let"s move on, okay? Who-besides me-knew you were coming here?"
She pursed her lips. "Besides you? The only people I"ve spoken with are the owners of the villa I rented. But I didn"t tell them who I was."
"Could they have recognized you, like Rebecca did?"
"I haven"t seen them face-to-face."
"All right. It"s a simple thing to find out, really."
"Is it?"
He shot her a smirk. "h.e.l.lo! We"re vampires."
"So?"
"So who wrote the story? Is there a byline?"
She looked at the piece again, then nodded. "Les Marlboro."
"Sounds like an anti-smoking ad. All right, so we find out where this Marlboro man lives, and we pay him a little visit. He"ll tell us who his source is."
She shot him a look-a worried look. "I don"t think we need to go that far."
"You"re kidding me. You"re okay with letting someone spy on you and report your activities to the press?"
"I just think there might be a less...violent way of finding out."
"I wasn"t suggesting we torture him," he said. "Much."
"We can find another way."
He shrugged and turned into the driveway of the villa. "All right, if you insist." He glanced at the entry door, which stood slightly open. "You"ve had company."
She followed his gaze. "Son of a..."
Topaz got out of the car, slammed the door and strode up the walk. She shoved the front door wide and stepped inside, then stood there, sensing for a presence with her mind even while her eyes took in the mess around her.
Jack was beside her a heartbeat later. Careful now. They might still be here.
"No one"s here," she replied aloud and waved an arm. "Look at this mess. Whoever it was, they went through everything." "Was there anything for them to find?"
"The file you gave me. My own notes. The DVD." As she spoke, she moved through the place, checking the drawer where those things had been stored. "Odd."
"What?"
"They left the DVD."
He shrugged. "If they have an interest in your mother-or you, for that matter-they probably already have a copy."
"I"m going to check upstairs."
"I"ll take a look around outside, though I don"t feel anyone close."
She agreed, and headed up the stairs to the bedroom she"d been using. Her things had been tossed, every drawer opened, including the one in the bedside stand that had held the one thing she never wanted anyone else to see. Her journal and the little pen she kept with it were still there. That journal held her innermost thoughts. Her secrets. Her vulnerabilities. Every emotion she"d experienced about Jack. The intruder hadn"t taken it, but he might have looked at it. And she knew Jack hadn"t done it, because he"d been with her.
She felt violated. Red-hot fury came on the heels of that emotion, and she liked that a lot better.
"Topaz? Anything missing up here?"
She closed the drawer slowly and turned to face him. "I"ve changed my mind. Let"s pay this Les Marlboro a visit tonight."
It wasn"t difficult to locate the man. He wasn"t listed in the phone book, but the paper"s offices were in L.A., which was only a half-hour drive away, and breaking and entering came easily to vampires. Especially, Topaz knew, to Jack. Within ten minutes of entering the building, they had located Les Marlboro"s cubicle and, after rifling the desk, his home address.
Which brought them to his door. He lived south of L.A., so it was on the way back to Santa Luna. His house was a pepperbox in the "burbs, but the name on the mailbox was Adams, not Marlboro. She imagined writers with the scruples of this one probably had to use pseudonyms for their own protection. G.o.d, she thought, I hope he doesn"t have kids.
All the lights were off. Either everyone was asleep or no one was home. Jack reached for the doork.n.o.b.
Topaz put a hand on his arm. "Wait."
He tensed. His bicep bulged underneath her palm, and she experienced a brief but powerful rush of desire. She"d always loved biceps. They were the s.e.xiest part of a man, in her opinion. And his were s.e.xier than most. Touching them had always turned her on.
She shook off the heat of wanting him and nodded at the little metallic tag affixed to the siding near the door: These Premises Protected by Sentinel Alarms.
"Yeah. Look how old that sign is," he whispered. "When people first get these systems, they use them religiously. Then they get complacent and stop setting them. Even people who do use them tend to set them when they"re on vacation and leave them unarmed while they"re home. Trust me, no alarm is going to sound."
"And what if you"re wrong?" "I"m never wrong." He said it with a look and a smile that did as much for her insides as his flexing bicep had. "But if I am, we can be out of here in short order. No harm done."
She nodded, knowing he was right. With their preternatural speed, they could move so fast that they would appear only as a blur to mortal eyes. In the darkness of night, even that much might not be visible. "All right, go ahead."
He put his hand on the doork.n.o.b, focused his attention on it. An instant later, she heard the lock free itself. Then he ran his palm up the surface of the door, past the dead bolt, and shook his head. "He didn"t even throw the bolt."
Topaz made a "tsk tsk" sound, then stiffened in antic.i.p.ation as Jack turned the k.n.o.b and opened the door.
No alarm sounded. She glanced at the panel that was mounted to the wall just inside the door, and it read, The Adamses" System Is Secure. A green light glowed from its face.
"Not as secure as if you"d armed the darn thing, but still, secure," Jack whispered.
She frowned and studied him. "You"re enjoying this."
"It"s what I do. I"m good at it."
He sounded as if he were proud of the fact. Rolling her eyes, she continued through the house, which was small enough that it didn"t take long. Les Marlboro/Adams apparently lived alone, so that was a plus. No children to traumatize, no mate to contend with.
They stepped into the lone bedroom and stood there, looking at the sleeping man. He wasn"t bad-looking, Topaz thought. Not attractive, but not repulsive, either. Must be his personality that kept him living alone.
Or maybe he"s just a confirmed bachelor. Jack spoke to her silently, as the man lay sleeping.
There"s no such thing.
Excuse me, but you"re looking at one.
She shook her head. When you fall in love, Jack, you"re not even going to know what hit you, much less be content with living alone any longer.
Ha!
She shrugged and gazed again at the man in the bed. Mid-thirties, brown hair, starting to show a little gray and some thinning in the center. He had a bit of a belly, too, expanding the blankets that covered him. Mortality sucked. She glanced at Jack. So what"s the plan?
He grinned at her, then walked over to the bed and crouched low. Bending close to the man"s ear, he said, "Wake up, pal.
We"ve got some talking to do."
The man"s eyes flew open wide, and he immediately sat up in the bed.
Jack slammed a palm into his chest, pushing him flat again. "You aren"t to speak until I ask you to. I could kill you very easily, and way faster than you could get to the telephone."
"Wh-what do you want? You want money? Jesus, take it, just don"t-"
Jack gazed hard at the man, and Topaz knew he was exerting the power of his mind. The man"s jaw clamped shut and his eyes went wider. Jack was preventing him from speaking as effectively as if he"d clapped a hand over his mouth. "I said not to speak until I ask you to." Then Jack smiled. "Oh, yes. That"s right. We"re not your garden-variety burglars. We"re not even human. Now, there are two ways this can go. You can tell us what we want to know, and we"ll leave here and you"ll never see us again. Or you can be stubborn and make us torture it out of you. Either way, we"ll get what we came for. Is that understood?"
Les strained to move his mouth.
Jack smiled. "Oh. Sorry. Go ahead, you can answer now."
Les opened his mouth experimentally, then rubbed his jaw with one hand.
"Do you understand your options?" Jack asked.
"Yeah. I got it."
"Good. This lovely lady has a few questions for you. You will answer them. And you will tell no one of this visit. Unless you want it repeated in a far less pleasant manner."
Frowning, Les looked at Topaz. Then he looked again, his eyes straining.
"Who was your source for the Tanya DuFrane story that ran today?"
His eyes widened. "Holy s.h.i.t. You-you"re her, aren"t you?"
"That is not the answer to my question, Mr.... Adams, is it?"
"You haven"t aged," he muttered. "That photo I ran of you was ten years old. I couldn"t find any more recent ones-"