Now I waited in the dark while the phone rang, the light of the half-moon above coming through the big windshield.
“C’mon,” I said. “c’mon.”
Mercifully, thankfully, the call was answered after three rings. It was Jordan, Mary Lou’s husband, a man, I suspected, who knew my secret, although Mary Lou claimed to have never told him.
“Hi, Sam,” he said pleasantly enough, although I always detected a hint of reservation in his voice.
“Hi, Jordy,” I said, forcing myself to stay calm. “Can I speak to Mary Lou?”
“She went out to get some tacos. You can try her cell.”
I said I would and then asked, as calmly as I could, about my kids.
“They’re here, playing something called ‘Go, Go, Racer Go.’ Damn game nearly gave me an epileptic seizure.”
I’d been holding my breath after my question, and expelled it now, perhaps a little too loudly.
“Is everything okay, Sam?”
“Yes.”
He paused. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I said. “I’m going to try Mary Lou now.”
“Good, and ask her where the hell she is.” He laughed lightly. “She left an hour ago.”
I nearly hung up on him. I said I would and was soon dialing her number in such a rush that I screwed it up twice, dialing Kingsley both times by mistake. I hung up on him both times.
I got it right on my third attempt and it rang once.
“Hello, Samantha,” said a familiar and cold voice. A female voice that instantly shot dread through me.
The voice, of course, belonged to Hanner.
Chapter Thirty-three
“Where’s my sister?”
“She’s here, Samantha.”
“If you’ve hurt her—”
“I have not hurt her, Sam. Not yet. Now, Danny on the other hand, is a different story. Speaking of hands...”
“What have you done with him?”
“I remembered your stories, Sam. I remembered how he hurt you and cheated on you and tried to destroy you. Danny is fair game.”
My stomach dropped. Danny was a bastard...but he didn’t deserve this. He was the father of my kids. A worthless father, yes, but their father, nonetheless.
“Is he dead?” I asked.
“Not yet, Samantha. But he will be. Along with your sister.” She paused ever so slightly. “And you, too, of course.”
I detected a strange note in her voice. Her answers were monotone, automatic. I also detected a slight hiss. “I’m not speaking to Detective Hanner, am I?”
“You are perceptive, Sssamantha Moon.” The hiss was stronger now, more pronounced.
“If you kill me,” I said, “then you kill her, too.”
I was, of course, referring to the demon within me.
“Not quite, Sssamantha. Our sssister has decided that you are too problematic, too difficult. She wishes to move into a new host. We have the perfect host with us. She looks remarkably like you, Sssamantha. But, we suspect, she will be much more manageable.”
I ran my fingers through my thick hair. “I must die for her to leave me?”
“You are a fassst learner, Missss Moon.”
“Who are you, godammit? Why are you doing this?”
“Yes, we are damned, very damned. Which is exactly why we are doing this.”
“What do you want with me?” I asked.
“We want you to die, Samantha Moon. And our host, here, your one-time friend Detective Hanner, is just the one to do it.”
“What have you done with my sister?”
“She’s here with us, Sam. Sitting quietly in the front seat like a good girl. Like a good future host. We suspect she will be much, much more manageable.”
“If you fucking touch her...”
“We will do much more than touch her, Samantha. But first, of course, you must die.”
I took in a lot of air. I couldn’t get a read on Hanner, as she was immortal. And I couldn’t get a read on my sister, either, as she was my blood relative. Dammit. I couldn’t even get a read on Danny, as he and I had never connected deeply enough to develop that bond, which told me a lot about my ex-husband.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked.
“We want you to meet us, Sssamantha. We have a good place in mind for you to die.”
Then, the demon told me where to go, although this time she sounded very much like Hanner.
And then the line went dead.
Chapter Thirty-four
I was at Allison’s apartment in Beverly Hills.
It was all I could do not to call Kingsley again. In fact, I had nearly done so as I drove to Allison’s house in a blind rush. Yes, I nearly flew there, too. But the truth was, I wanted the hour drive from Orange County to Beverly Hills to think this through. And I knew I needed the van to bring Mary Lou home and take Danny to…a hospital.
That drive hadn’t helped much.
The thinking soon turned to panic, and I didn’t accomplish anything other than nearly killing a half dozen other drivers as I whipped around them recklessly, aiming my screaming minivan to Beverly Hills, and to Allison’s place.
Now she was sitting at a table with a rolled-up napkin in front of her. A rolled-up napkin with bloodstains. Allison looked sick. She should have looked sick. There was, after all, a severed finger in front of her.
“This can’t be happening, Sam.”
I was pacing in front of her. I was alternately wringing my hands and shaking them, trying to come to terms with the fact that a rogue vampire possessed by a hellish demon currently had my sister...and Danny.
Danny. How the devil had he gotten in on this?
I didn’t know, but I had his finger and ring in a rolled-up napkin to prove it. And I’d had Hanner answering my sister’s cell phone to prove she had Mary Lou, too.
“Yes,” I said to Allison, who had, undoubtedly, been following my hectic train of thought. “This is happening.”
“But I don’t understand, Sam. Why drag you out to...where is it? I’m seeing a tunnel system in your thoughts?”
“It’s a cavern,” I said, “beneath the Los Angeles River.”
“Where’s that?”
“Not far from here,” I said. I had to Google Map it, too, being an Orange County girl myself. “It flows between Griffith Park and Glendale.”
“You mean that big ditch.”
“That big ditch was once a natural river, and had only within the past seventy-five years been controlled and cemented.”