I nodded and briefly hid my face in my hands. I guess I cared about Kingsley more than I realized. No, I had always cared about him. Our timing hadn’t been right. Not initially, when I was dealing with a cheating spouse. And just when my heart was healing, just when I was coming around to really loving Kingsley...he’d cheated on me, too.
I let it go, and fought back tears, and said, “I need to find Hanner.”
Kingsley blinked with the sudden shift in conversation. He said, “I was under the impression that she was still gone.”
“She’s back.”
Kingsley had, of course, known about Hanner turning Fang. “I was unaware of that.”
“How plugged into this supernatural network are you?” I asked.
“I’m as plugged in as I need to be, or want to be.”
“I need to find her,” I said. “And Fang.”
“I’ll see what I can find out,” I said.
“They’re killing out of L.A.” I hesitated to say training, although that was what I suspected the killings were.
Kingsley nodded, held my gaze. “Have you considered why they’re leaving bodies in the park, Sam?”
“I have.”
“Any thoughts?”
“Not many, other than it’s obvious they want people to know a vampire is around.”
“People?” asked Kingsley. “Or just you?”
“Me?”
“Yes,” he said. “You.”
“What do you mean?”
“Their actions have flushed you out, in a way.”
“But why?”
“I don’t know, Sam.”
I next told Kingsley about Sanchez’s memory gap.
“I think we know the reason for the memory gap, Sam,” said Kingsley. “Someone wanted him to contact you.”
“But he contacted Sherbet first.”
“Which would be protocol, and less obvious,” said Kingsley. “Contact Sherbet first, who would obviously turn around and contact you. So, who would know to contact Sherbet first?”
“Hanner,” I said.
“And Hanner, according to you, is particularly adept at altering memories.”
I looked at Kingsley grimly. “We need to find her, and we need to see what the hell is going on.”
Kingsley looked at me with a lot of concern in his big, brown eyes. “And stop the killings, too, right?”
I blinked, realizing I’d overlooked that crucial reasoning. “Yes,” I said, mildly alarmed at my oversight, “that, too.”
Chapter Twenty-eight
I was seated outside of Detective Rachel Hanner’s home in the Fullerton Hills.
It was late and the hills were mostly quiet and I was smoking again. The occasional car drove by, winding up and out of sight, or winding down and out of sight. The homes up here were far too big, and far too beautiful for a lowly private eye. Or even for a homicide detective. Yet, this is where Hanner lived...and lived well.
Detective Sanchez had called me on the way out and asked how the investigation was coming along. I hadn’t told Sanchez too much of what I knew. And I certainly hadn’t revealed Fang or Hanner’s identity. So, I debated about how much to tell him, and finally told him that I was following a very strong lead. He had asked how strong. I said I was going to the vampire’s lair. He asked if I really said lair, and I said I had and that I would fill him in later.
And lair it was, although it looked less like a lair and more like an opulent home. That a homicide detective lived up here—in the priciest part of Fullerton, no doubt with the attorneys and doctors and Starbucks franchisees, should have been an indicator that something was amiss. Undoubtedly, Hanner had been many things throughout her long life, and had amassed tremendous wealth.
Or not. Who knows. Maybe she had killed the owner of the house and assumed her identity. Truth was, I didn’t know much about Hanner.
Yes, we had sat together on her deck, drinking blood. Yes, she had been kind to me early on. She alone had cleaned up two of my messes, back when I had taken on two powerful vampires. One a Texan and the other, perhaps the oldest vampire of all, or one of the oldest. In both cases, witnesses at both scenes had to have their memories cleaned or replaced. Yes, she had been there for me.
As I smoked, hating the taste but enjoying the focus it gave my mind, I knew that it didn’t have to be this way with Hanner. She would have been my best friend, if a killing machine like Hanner could have a best friend. I’d never forget the hungry look in her eyes. The feral, wild look of a predator. Yes, she was very far gone. Her humanity often took a backseat to the darkness within.
The thing within.
But I had gone against the program, so to speak. I had bucked the system. As far as I knew, there was not a council of vampires. There was not an official hierarchy or a vampire leader, although I suspected some groups of vampires had banded together here and there. Yes, I thought Hanner was hoping she and I could band together, too, form our own sub-group. I had been on board as far as being her friend, or hanging out with her and learning from her. I had enjoyed our pleasant evenings together...
As a friend, Hanner was creepy at best. As an enemy, she was frightening. I thought she now fell into the latter category.
Now, she was forming a new union with a new vampire.
Fang.
And perhaps setting up another blood ring.
Or worse.
What was worse, I didn’t know. But the two of them were up to something. It had been many months since Fang had left with Hanner. I had been given the idea that it was far away, somewhere remote.
But what if it wasn’t far away?
What if it had been in my own back yard, so to speak?
What if Hanner and Fang had been in Los Angeles this whole time?
Maybe, I thought, and inhaled deeply on the cancer stick. Then again, they might as well have been a world away if I couldn’t find them.
Truth was, I would have let them be.
I would have let them run off together, to be the best goddamn vampires they could be.
That is, if they hadn’t left the bodies in Griffith Park.
That is, if they hadn’t compelled Detective Sanchez to come calling for Sherbet, and, in turn, me.
They were bringing me into something.
What, exactly, I didn’t know.
But I was going to find out.
Chapter Twenty-nine
I snubbed out my cigarette in the minivan’s ashtray, reminding myself later to clean it out before the kids got home. Yes, I no longer hid the fact that I was a vampire from my kids, but I still hid the fact that I smoked.