Blood Royal (Page 37)

I’m coming with the package! I was doing my best to send to Bill and Winkler, I just didn’t know if my mindspeech was going to penetrate a werewolf brain or not. I did my best, anyway. I zipped Rahim through walls and down through floors, flying as straight as I could toward the loading dock at the back of the hotel. Bill was already there, talking on his cell phone when I misted to that huge block of concrete at the rear of the hotel. Winkler skidded to a stop nearby, a bare second or two later.

There were at least four more agents surrounding Bill, and they got the shock of their lives, I think, when I appeared out of nowhere, tossing Rahim at Bill’s feet. "Don’t move!" I shouted compulsion. Rahim shrank back on the concrete. And don’t send mindspeech, I sent, just as a precaution. Rahim’s eyes went wide. He’d heard me. Three agents were all over Rahim Alif like ducks on a June bug, as Don used to say.

"You’re going to answer all their questions, aren’t you?" I laid further compulsion, grinning at Rahim. He nodded and swallowed—hard. Once Rahim was in handcuffs, I had four agents looking at me as if I were from outer space or something.

"One of our special agents," Bill snapped at them. "Now, get this scum out of here." The agents hauled Rahim off. He wasn’t resisting, I’d told him not to move. I might have to take that off later, I guess. I’d said it aloud, and didn’t realize it.

"Don’t worry about it," Bill waved a hand.

"I think we should stick around," I told Bill, who looked like he’d just accomplished the impossible and was overjoyed about it. "We still don’t know who’s gonna show up in the vent and Rahim might not spill that nugget in time if he’s connected."

"You think he might not be?" Bill’s eyebrows rose in alarm.

"I think he is, but there’s something about it that bothers me," I said. "And have those guys check out his backpack, too. I sure don’t know what’s in that."

"We got it," one of the agents held up a hand after Bill yelled at him. They’d taken time to open Rahim’s backpack. Good thing I’d told him not to move. The backpack was a bomb, with the detonator on Rahim’s wristwatch. A quick movement of his hand and we’d all have gone up. Bill’s agents were placing the backpack on the ground and backing away quickly; Bill pulled Winkler and me toward the hotel while calling for a bomb squad at the same time. Winkler and I stood at the hotel’s back door while Bill barked orders into his phone from close by.

"Lissa Beth, have I told you lately how much I love you?" Winkler was hugging me now, his eyes still glued to the backpack lying on the concrete behind the hotel.

"William Wayne Winkler, I don’t think I’ve ever heard those words come out of your mouth, and most likely you don’t mean them anyhow. We’re not inside a bar at the moment, you know." I pulled away and had my hands on my hips as I scowled at Winkler. I knew perfectly well how he preferred to pick up women.

"Lissa, you don’t know that." Winkler turned dark eyes on me then. He looked hurt. I just shook my head. He was married, even if it had been a shotgun wedding, and his estranged wife was pregnant with twins. Not something to jump in the middle of, no matter how good he looked or how many times he said he loved me.

"Winkler, I do love you. I do. But there are too many things between us and you know it," I said softly, watching Bill talk to his agents, who were now holding a handcuffed and shackled Rahim Alif. Bill asked for transportation for the prisoner, along with the bomb squad, and he held Rahim’s watch in his hand. Poor Bill. I sure hoped the government was paying him for the job he did.

"Lissa," Winkler sighed as we waited for Bill’s backup to show. Winkler wasn’t willing to let the conversation between us die.

"Winkler, we can’t. That’s that," I said. "And the fact that the Council married me off to Gavin while I was gone hasn’t helped matters, either. They own me. They control my life, Winkler. As far as I can tell, that’s all there ever will be for me." They couldn’t place compulsion, but they didn’t really need to, did they?

"That’s all there ever has been for you," Winkler was stroking the back of my neck gently.

"Winkler, don’t make me cry," I removed his hand from my skin and it took all my strength to do it. The bomb squad arrived, followed by a van to take the prisoner. We watched as Rahim was loaded up and the bomb squad, all dressed in their special suits, went to examine the backpack. Bill walked towards Winkler and me, a huge grin on his face as soon as the van hauled Rahim Alif away. Bill had just pulled off the coup of the decade, I think. "I’m thirsty," I said, and turned to go back inside the hotel. Somebody had a bottle of water with my name on it, I think.

Bill was fascinated as he watched me drink water. Winkler had a soda and Bill had coffee as we sat in the hotel coffee shop. I wanted to go lie down; I was exhausted but afraid to rest. Afraid that whoever had made that hole in the ductwork would be coming back. I didn’t know his purpose, or if he was connected to Rahim or not. I did have his scent—there had definitely been a vampire there. The other thing I’d smelled, though, was a rat. Or a mouse, maybe. Definitely some sort of rodent. Maybe the hotel needed to call pest control. Or—maybe it was something else. I drew in a huge breath as I stood up.

"What time is it in England, right now?" I asked.

"About eleven or so," Bill said. "Why?’

"Winkler, let me borrow your cell phone." I held out my hand. Winkler frowned at me but handed his latest version smartphone over anyway. I dialed Charles’s number as quickly as I could.

"This is Charles," Charles was giving a guarded answer to the strange caller ID.

"Charles, this is Lissa," I said.

"Lissa, I’d recognize your voice anywhere," he said brightly. He was shocked to be getting a call from me at the moment; I was supposed to be asleep. Like the calm assistant he was, however, he didn’t even comment.

"Charles, I need to know how quickly one of those shapeshifter vampires can turn," I was fidgeting while I talked. "Is there any way we can ask that Angelo guy?"

"Hold on, I think Rad is at the holding facility now. Let me see if I can get him." Charles set the phone down and went off somewhere. I waited. And then waited a little more. It was probably only a few minutes, but it felt like hours to me. Charles came back. "Rad forced Angelo to tell him—it only takes a few seconds for him to turn, Lissa. Why?"

"I think I smell a rat," I said. "Thanks, Charles." I hung up and handed Winkler’s phone back.

"We may be dealing with a shapeshifter vampire," I said softly as I sat down at the table again. "Which means he may already be inside the hotel, sleeping in a little rat hole somewhere. Or a mouse hole. Maybe even a squirrel hole." Holy crap. That’s what I’d smelled. I knew it was a rodent of some kind. I got up again and took off for the front desk. Winkler and Bill were behind me in seconds.