This Side of the Grave (Page 45)

If Bones lived a few more thousand years – and God knew I hoped he did – he might end up with many of Mencheres’s unusual abilities, too. Mencheres shared his power legacy with Bones, giving him mind reading and a strength upgrade overnight, and we didn’t know how many more things might crop up over time. How would I like it if people treated Bones suspiciously because his powers made him different from most other vampires? Even the thought made anger burn in me. Yeah, I knew how I’d like it; I’d want to kick their asses all over the place.

"I’m the one who owes you an apology," I said, staring at Mencheres’s drastically altered profile. "Even before I was mad at you for not telling me that you’d wiped out a month of my life when I was sixteen, you always made me uneasy, and it was mostly because I was being a hypocrite."

He glanced over at me with the strangest expression on his face. "I’m afraid I don’t understand, Cat."

"Apollyon’s minions aren’t the only ones who’re guilty of being afraid of someone just because they’re different," I replied softly. "You’d think with how I grew up, I would’ve known better, but I still ended up doing the same thing with you. I’m sorry, Mencheres. You deserved better than that."

The car decelerated as he pulled over to the side of the road, waiting until we were stopped before meeting my gaze fully.

"You owe me no apology." Each word was enunciated as though it were its own sentence. "By neither word nor deed have you ever exploited me for your own gain, and I cannot say the same about my actions with you."

Eight months ago, I might have snapped, "That’s right, buddy!" but a lot of things had changed since then.

"I don’t know what it’s like to hold a huge supernatural line together for over four millennia. The most I did at my old job was lead a team of sixty soldiers for about five years.

Even though there’s no comparison between the two, I still had to make some ‘greater good’

decisions that were really tough, so while I was pissed at you over what you did, some part of me still understood. Besides" – I smiled wryly – "since your manipulating brought Bones and me together, it’s kind of hard for me to justify still holding a grudge." Mencheres took my hand and brushed it against his forehead in an oddly formal gesture.

"You honor me with your forgiveness."

"And you can honor me by accepting my apology, because no matter what you did, I was still wrong, too," I countered.

He let go of my hand, an expression of amusement flitting over his features before they became impenetrable again.

"You are a very stubborn woman. Apology accepted."

"Thank you." Then I cracked a small, self-conscious smile. "Okay, enough with the intimate confessions, right? Let’s go find some bigoted ghouls and pummel them into taking us to their leader."

Mencheres’s faux azure gaze glinted with a hint of the frighteningly lethal ass kicker he was beneath his soft-spoken, proper demeanor.

"Yes," he said, drawing out the word. "Let’s. Ed and Scratch have already arrived in the city. Vlad will meet us tonight at the town house I’m renting. Once we are all here, we will begin the hunt."

Of our group, Dave was the first to strike pay dirt in Memphis. A week after we arrived, he reported through Fabian that he’d made contact with some ghouls who had a definite bias against vampires. We weren’t sure if they were directly affiliated with Apollyon, or just some knockoff bigots, but according to Dave, he’d spent a fun-filled evening listening to them rant about how ghouls and vampires should live separate, unmixed lives. That inter-dating/marrying was a contamination of the species, and only through separatism could real "strength and purity" be attained.

Sounded like the sort of bullshit Apollyon’s minions would preach, considering he was like an undead version of a KKK Grand Dragon. Dave had a tentative meeting with the same group tomorrow night, and I wasn’t going to interfere. No need to tip our hand by being impatient and grabbing the pawns if waiting meant we could get our hands on the king instead. I hoped after a couple more meetings, Dave would be trusted enough to be let deeper into the ghouls’ twisted group.

As for Vlad, Mencheres, and me, we were batting zero. Timmie’s sources pointed to some odd activity at bars, plus I’d run the information past Tate and he’d verified that the crime rate had ticked up in Memphis recently, also adding credence that this was the area Apollyon was most likely centered in. But even though we’d hit local bars looking for suspects in the past seven days, we’d come up with nothing but an appreciation for the many varied flavors of barbecue in the city. Or maybe that was just me. Feeding from the sealed bags containing Bones’s blood keep me nourished, but I still liked to vary up my palate a bit.

My cell phone vibrated in the side pocket of my jeans. I pulled it out, recognizing the number before I answered it.

"Reaper." Ed’s voice, lowered enough that it was hard for me to hear him.

"You got something?" I asked at once, straightening. He and Scratch were across town at another popular watering hole; hopefully one more fruitful than the dive Mencheres, Vlad, and I were in.

"Maybe," Ed said, still so low I had to strain. I’d tell him to text me if he was worried about being overheard, but as I found out before, that was one modern skillled hadn’t mastered yet. "Some bone-munchers came in earlier," he went on. "They had a nasty vibe coming off them, too. I overheard one of ’em mentioning the Falcon drive-in, and about ten minutes ago, they all left."

A drive-in? "You mean theater, right?" I asked, just to be sure it wasn’t slang for something else.

Ed snorted. "Of course. I looked it up before I called you. It’s on Summer Avenue near I – 40."

Ed might not be able to text, but luckily, MapQuest wasn’t beyond him. "Good. You head on over there, but not for at least ten minutes in case you’re being watched. I’ll start out now."

"See ya there," he grunted, and hung up.

"We’re in the wrong place," I announced to Mencheres and Vlad as I signaled the bartender. "Let’s settle up and get out of here."

Vlad’s brows rose. "Do elaborate," he drawled.

I lowered my voice. Texting might be quieter, but it was also senseless with both of them right there. "Ed’s heard of some strange activity at the Falcon drive-in, as though the words activity and drive-in in the same sentence weren’t strange enough." Mencheres gave me a quizzical look. "Why?"

I was about to say, Because they’re obsolete, but then I reminded myself that for someone as old as Mencheres, drive-ins would still seem like a new form of entertainment.