"Why?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. But usually when a vampire takes this personal an interest in a family, there's a reason for it."
"You mean a motive?"
I nodded. "You've seen the Quinlans. They're devout Catholics. The church sees vampirism as suicide. Their children will be damned for all eternity if they become vampires."
"Worse than just killing them," she said.
"To the Quinlans, I think so."
"You think the vampires will be back to get the parents?"
I thought about that for a minute. "Hell, I don't know. I mean, before vampires were legal you had some cases where a master vamp would take out entire families. Sometimes befriend them first. Sometimes just for revenge for some slight. But since they've been legal, I don't know why the vamp would do it. I mean, the vampire can take them to court. What could the Quinlans have done that was bad enough for this?"
The doors opened. Freemont turned, a frown already in place. Two men appeared in the doorway. They were both dressed in dark suits, dark ties, white shirts. Standard federal issue. One was short and white, the other tall and black. That alone should have made them look different, but there was a sameness to them, like the same cookie cutter had been used no matter how well cooked the outside was.
The shorter of the two flipped his badge at us. "I'm Special Agent Bradford, this is Agent Elwood. Which one of you is Detective Freemont?"
Freemont walked towards them with her hand out. Showing she was unarmed and friendly. Yeah, right. "I'm Detective Freemont. This is Anita Blake."
I appreciated being included in the introductions. I stood up and joined the foursome.
Agent Bradford looked at me for a long time. Long enough that it got on my nerves. "Is there something wrong, Agent Bradford?"
He shook his head. "I attended Sergeant Storr's lectures at Quantico. The way he talked about you, I thought you'd be bigger." He smiled when he said it, halfway between friendly and condescending.
A lot of scathing comebacks came to mind, but never get in a pissing contest with the Feds. You'll lose. "Sorry to disappoint you."
"We've already talked with Officer Wallace. He makes you sound taller, too."
I shrugged. "Hard to make me sound shorter."
He smiled. "We'd like to speak with Detective Freemont in private, Ms. Blake. But don't go far; we'll want a statement from you and your associate, Mr. Kirkland."
"Sure."
"I took Ms. Blake's statement personally," Freemont said. "I don't think we need her any more tonight."
Bradford looked at her. "I think we'll be the judge of that."
"If Ms. Blake had called me in when there was only one body on the ground, there wouldn't be two dead policemen, and a dead civilian," Freemont said.
I just looked at her. Somebody's ass was going to be in a sling, and Freemont didn't want it to be hers. Fine.
"Don't forget the missing boy," I said. Everyone looked at me. "You want to start pointing fingers, fine; there's enough blame to go around. If you hadn't chased me off earlier, I might have called you in, but I did call the state police. If you'd told your superiors everything I told you, they'd have connected the two cases, and you'd have been here anyway."
"I had enough men with me to cover the house and the civilians," Freemont said. "Not including me cost lives."
I nodded. "Probably. But you'd have come down here and kicked me out again. You'd have taken St. John and his people out in the dark with five vampires, one of them ancient, when all you've seen is pictures of vampire kills. They'd have slaughtered you, but maybe, just maybe, Beth St. John would be alive. Maybe Jeff Quinlan would still be here."
I stared up at her, and watched the anger drain from her eyes. We looked at each other. "It took both of us to f**k this one up, Sergeant." I turned back to the two agents. "I'll wait outside."
"Wait," Bradford said. "Storr said that sometimes the legal vampire community will help on a case like this. Who do I talk to down here?"
"Why would they hunt down one of their own?" Agent Elwood asked.
"This kind of shit is bad for business. Especially right now with Senator Brewster's daughter getting killed. Vampires don't need any more bad publicity. Most of them like being legal. They like the fact that killing them is murder."
"So who do I talk to?" Bradford asked.
I sighed. "In this area, I don't know. I'm not a hometown girl."
"How do I go about finding out who to talk to?"
"I might be able to help you there."
"How?"
I shook my head. "I know someone who might know a name. I'm not trying to give you a hard time here, but a lot of the monsters don't like dealing with cops. It just hasn't been that long ago that the police shot them on sight."
"So you're saying the vampires will talk to you and not to us?" Elwood said.
"Something like that."
"That makes no sense. You're a vampire executioner. Your job is to kill them. Why would they believe you and not us?" he asked.
I didn't know how to explain it, and wasn't sure I wanted to. "I also raise zombies, Agent Elwood. I think they sort of consider me one of the monsters."
"Even though you're their version of an electric chair."
"Even though."
"That's not logical."
I laughed then; I couldn't help it. "God, has anything that happened here tonight been logical?"
Elwood gave a very small smile. I pegged him as the newer of the two. I don't think he'd gotten over the thought that FBI agents don't smile.
"You wouldn't be withholding information from the FBI, would you, Ms. Blake?" Bradford asked.
"If I come up with a vampire in this area that will talk to you, I'll give you the name."
Bradford stared at me. "How about if you come up with any vampires in this area, you give us the names. Let us worry about whether they'll talk to us or not."
I looked at him for a heartbeat and lied. "Sure." If I expected the monsters to help me, I couldn't give them all over to the cops. Only a select few.
He looked like he didn't believe me, but couldn't quite call me a liar to my face. "When we find the vampires responsible, we'll be sure to call you in for the kill."
That was more than Freemont had been willing to do. The night was looking up. "Beep me any time."
"We'll talk to Sergeant Freemont now, Ms. Blake." I was dismissed. Fine with me. He offered his hand. I took it. We shook. Agent Elwood and I shook. Everyone smiled. I left.
Larry was waiting out in the entryway. He got up off the stairs where he'd been sitting. "What now?"
"I need to make a phone call."
"Who to?"
Two more men with "Federal Agent" tattooed on their foreheads walked up the hallway from the direction of the kitchen. I shook my head and went out the door into the cool windy night. The place was swarming with cops. I'd never seen so many federal agents in my life. But hey, the very first vampire serial killer was news. Everyone would want a piece. Watching everyone mill around on the carefully tended lawn, I suddenly wanted to go home. To just pack up and go home. It was still early. Hours and hours left of darkness. It only seemed like it had been an eternity since we left the graveyard. Hell, there'd be time to go back and look at Stirling's boneyard before dawn.
I got in the jeep that Bayard had loaned us. I'd use the nifty portable phone it came with.
Larry got in the passenger side.
"Private call."
"Come on, Anita."
"Out, Larry."
"Out in the dark with the vampires." He blinked his big blue eyes at me.
"The place is lousy with cops. I think you'll be safe. Out."
He got out, grumbling under his breath. He could grumble all he wanted to. Larry wanted to be a vampire hunter, fine; but he didn't have to be as intimately involved with the monsters as I was. I was trying to keep him as out of it as I could. Not easy, but worth the effort.
I'd lied to the nice agents. It wasn't the fact that I raised zombies that got me in good with the vampires. It was the fact that the Master of the City, of St. Louis, had the hots for me. Was maybe in love with me, or at least thought he was.
I knew the number by heart, which was a bad sign all on its own. "Guilty Pleasures, where your darkest fantasies come true. This is Robert. How may I help you?"