The smell that wafted from the door was unmistakable.
"Well," said the Queen of Louisiana briskly. "Jennifer's dead."
Chapter 10
"GO SEE," THE QUEEN TOLD ME.
"What? But all y'all are stronger than I am! And less scared!"
"And we're the ones she's suing," Andre pointed out. "Our smell cannot be in there. Sigebert, you must go see."
Sigebert glided into the darkness.
A door across the landing opened, and Batanya stepped out.
"I smell death," she said. "What's happened?"
"We came calling," I said. "But the door was unlocked already. Something's wrong in there."
"You don't know what?"
"No, Sigebert is exploring," I explained. "We're waiting."
"Let me call my second. I can't leave Kentucky's door unguarded." She turned to call back into the suite, "Clovache!" At least, I guess that was how it was spelled, it was pronounced "Kloh-VOSH."
A kind of Batanya Junior emerged - same armor, but smaller scale; younger, brown-haired, less terrifying...but still plenty formidable.
"Scout the place," Batanya ordered, and without a single question Clovache drew her sword and eased into the apartment like a dangerous dream.
We all waited, holding our breaths - well, I was, anyway. The vamps didn't have breath to hold, and Batanya didn't seem at all agitated. She had moved to a spot where she could watch the open door of Jennifer Cater's place and the closed door of the King of Kentucky. Her sword was drawn.
The queen's face looked almost tense, perhaps even excited; that is, slightly less blank than usual. Sigebert came out and shook his head without a word.
Clovache appeared in the doorway. "All dead," she reported to Batanya.
Batanya waited.
"By decapitation," Clovache elaborated. "The woman was, ah" - Clovache appeared to be counting mentally - "in six pieces."
"This is bad," the queen said at the same moment Andre said, "This is good." They exchanged exasperated glances.
"Any humans?" I asked, trying to keep my voice small because I didn't want their attention, but I did want to know, very badly.
"No, all vampires," Clovache said after she got a go-ahead nod from Batanya. "I saw three. They're flaking off pretty fast."
"Clovache, go in and call that Todd Donati." Clovache went silently into the Kentucky suite and placed a call, which had an electrifying effect. Within five minutes, the area in front of the elevator was crammed with people of all sorts and descriptions and degrees of living.
A man wearing a maroon jacket with Security on the pocket seemed to be in charge, so he must be Todd Donati. He was a policeman who'd retired from the force early because of the big money to be made guarding and aiding the undead. But that didn't mean he liked them. Now he was furious that something had happened so early in the summit, something that would cause him more work than he was able to handle. He had cancer, I heard clearly, though I wasn't able to discern what kind. Donati wanted to work as long as he could to provide for his family after he was gone, and he was resentful of the stress and strain this investigation would cause, the energy it would drain. But he was doggedly determined to do his job.
When Donati's vampire boss, the hotel manager, showed up, I recognized him. Christian Baruch had been on the cover of Fang (the vamp version of People) a few months ago. Baruch was Swiss born. As a human, he'd designed and managed a bunch of fancy hotels in Western Europe. When he'd told a vampire in the same line of business that if he was "brought over" (not only to the vampire life but to America), he could run outstanding and profitable hotels for a syndicate of vampires, he'd been obliged in both ways.
Now Christian Baruch had eternal life (if he avoided pointy wooden objects), and the vampire hotel syndicate was raking in the money. But he wasn't a security guy or a law enforcement expert, and he wasn't the police. Sure, he could decorate the hell out of the hotel and tell the architect how many suites needed a wet bar, but what good would he be in this situation? His human hireling looked at Baruch sourly. Baruch was wearing a suit that looked remarkably wonderful, even to inexperienced eyes like mine. I was sure it had been made for him, and I was sure it had cost a bundle.
I had been pushed back by the crowd until I was pressed against the wall by one of the suite doors - Kentucky's, I realized. It hadn't opened yet. The two Britlingens would have to guard their charge extra carefully with this mob milling around. The hubbub was extraordinary. I was next to a woman in a security uniform; it was just like the excop's, but she didn't have to wear a tie.
"Do you think letting all these people into this space is a good idea?" I asked. I didn't want to be telling the woman her business, but dang. Didn't she ever watch CSI?
Security Woman gave me a dark look. "What are you doing here?" she asked, as if that made some big point.
"I'm here because I was with the group that found the bodies."
"Well, you just need to keep quiet and let us do our work."
She said this in the snottiest tone possible. "What work would that be? You don't seem to be doing anything at all," I said.
Okay, maybe I shouldn't have said that, but she wasn't doing anything. It seemed to me that she should be -
And then she grabbed me and slammed me into the wall and handcuffed me.
I gave a kind of yelp of surprise. "That really wasn't what I meant you to do," I said with some difficulty, since my face was mashed against the door of the suite.
There was a large silence from the crowd behind us. "Chief, I got a woman here causing trouble," said Security Woman.
Maroon looked awful on her, by the way.
"Landry, what are you doing?" said an overly reasonable male voice. It was the kind of voice you use with an irrational child.
"She was telling me what to do," replied Security Woman, but I could tell her voice was deflating even as she spoke.
"What was she telling you to do, Landry?"
"She wondered what all the people were doing here, sir."
"Isn't that a valid question, Landry?"
"Sir?"
"Don't you think we should be clearing out some of these people?"
"Yes, sir, but she said she was here because she was in the party that found the bodies."
"So she shouldn't leave."
"Right. Sir."
"Was she trying to leave?"
"No, sir."
"But you handcuffed her."