"Can you raise them?" He had stepped closer, hands fidgeting with his lapels. He was close to invading my space. I'd have rather had Jean-Claude next to me.
"Maybe. The question isn't can I, but will I, Lionel."
"What do you mean?"
"You lied to me, Lionel. You underestimated the age of the dead by nearly a century."
"Not deliberately, Ms. Blake, I assure you. I merely repeated what our research department told me. I did not deliberately mislead you."
"Sure."
He reached out almost like he wanted to touch me. I moved back, just enough. He seemed terribly intense. He let his hand drop. "Please, Ms. Blake, I did not lie on purpose."
"The problem, Lionel, is that I'm not sure I can raise zombies this old without a human sacrifice. Even I have my limits."
"So nice to know," Jean-Claude said softly.
I frowned at him. He smiled.
"You will try, won't you, Ms. Blake?"
"Maybe. I haven't decided yet."
He shook his head. "We will do anything to make this oversight up to you, Ms. Blake. It is entirely my fault that I did not double-check the research department's findings. Is there anything that I can do personally to make it up to you?"
"Just leave. I'll call your office tomorrow to discuss details. I may need some extra... paraphernalia to attempt the raising."
"Anything, anything at all, Ms. Blake."
"Fine; I'll call." I opened the door and stood by it. I thought it was enough of a hint. It was. Bayard went to the door and almost backed out, apologizing as he went.
I closed the door and stood there for a minute.
"That little man is up to something," Jean-Claude said.
I turned and looked at him. He was still curled in the chair, looking scrumptious.
"I didn't need vampiric powers to tell me that."
"Neither," he said, "did I." He rose from the chair easily. If I'd curled up in a chair like that, I'd have been stiff.
"I've got to tell Larry that he can stop packing. I don't understand why we're still hired, but we are."
"Can anyone else raise the graveyard?"
"Not without a human sacrifice, maybe not even then," I said.
"They need you, ma petite. From the little man's anxiety, they must need the dead raised very badly."
"Millions of dollars are at stake."
"I do not think money is all that is at stake," he said.
I shook my head. "Me either."
He came to join me by the door. "What extra paraphernalia will you need to raise a three-hundred-year-old corpse, ma petite?"
I shrugged. "A bigger death. I'd originally thought to use a couple of goats." I opened the door.
"What are you thinking about using now?"
"An elephant, maybe," I said.
We were out in the hall and he was staring at me.
"I'm kidding. Honest. Besides, elephants are an endangered species. I was thinking maybe a cow."
Jean-Claude stared down at me for a long space of moments, his face very serious. "Remember, ma petite, I can tell if you are lying."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You meant the elephant comment."
I frowned up at him. What could I say? "Okay, but just for a minute. I wouldn't really do in an elephant. I'm telling the truth."
"Yes, ma petite, I know."
I hadn't really meant the crack about the elephant. Not really. It was just the biggest animal I could think of on short notice. And if I was going to attempt to raise several three-hundred-year-old corpses, I was going to need something big. I didn't think a cow would do. Hell, I didn't think a herd of cows would do it. I just hadn't thought of a good alternative yet.
But no elephants, I promise. Besides, can you imagine trying to slit the throat of an elephant? The logistics of just getting one to hold still while you killed it were mind boggling. There's a reason why most sacrifices are our size or smaller. Makes it easier to hold them down.
"We can't just leave Jeff with that monster," Larry said. He was standing in the middle of his forest green carpet. Jean-Claude was sitting in the corner of the green patterned couch. He was looking amused, like a cat that had found a very interesting mouse.
"We aren't leaving him," I said. "We just can't go looking for him tonight."
He whirled and pointed a finger at Jean-Claude. "Why, because he says so?"
Jean-Claude's smile widened. Definitely amused.
"Check the time, Larry. It'll be dawn soon. All the vampires will be asnooze in their coffins."
Larry shook his head. The look on his face reminded me of me. Stubborn, not wanting to accept it. "We have to do something, Anita."
"We can't talk to vampires during daylight hours, Larry. That's just the way it is."
"And what happens to Jeff today, while we wait for the sun to go down?" His pale skin had gone almost white. His freckles looked like brown ink spots. His pale blue eyes glittered like angry glass. I'd never seen Larry so mad. Hell, I'd never seen him angry.
I glanced at Jean-Claude; he just looked at me. I was on my own. Wasn't I always. "Xavier will have to sleep. He won't be able to harm Jeff once the sun rises."
Larry shook his head. "Will we get him back in time?"
I wanted to say "Sure," but I wouldn't lie. "I don't know. I hope so."
His soft, Howdy-Doody face was set in very stubborn lines. I looked at him and understood why so many people underestimate me. He looked so harmless. Hell, he was sort of harmless, but he was armed now, and learning how to be dangerous. And in his face for the first time I saw a grim purpose building. I'd planned on leaving him behind when I went to talk to the Master of Branson. Looking at him now, I wasn't sure he was going to let me do that. He'd had his first vampire hunt tonight. I'd managed to keep him out of the rough stuff until now. But it wasn't going to last. I'd been hoping he'd give up the idea of hunting vampires. Staring into his glittering eyes, I realized I was the one who was fooling myself. In his own way Larry was as stubborn as I was. Frightening thought, that. But for tonight he was safe.
"You couldn't just comfort me? Tell me we'll find him?" Larry asked.
I smiled. "I try not to lie to you, if I can avoid it."
"For once," Larry said, "I'd have liked to have heard the lie."
"Sorry," I said.
He took in a deep breath and let it out slow. His anger was gone just like that. Larry didn't know what it was to hold onto his rage. He didn't brood over things. One of the main differences between us. I never forgave anyone for anything. A character flaw to be sure, but hell, everyone's got to have at least one.
There was a knock on the door. Larry went for the door.
Jean-Claude was suddenly standing by me. I hadn't seen him move. Hadn't heard his leather boots slither over the carpet. Nothing. Magic. My heart was suddenly thudding in my throat.
"Stomp your feet or something when you do that."
"Do what, ma petite?"
I glared up at him. "That wasn't a mind trick, was it?"
"No," he said. That one word slithered across my skin like a low creeping breeze.
"Damn you," I said softly and with feeling.
He smiled. "We've been over that, ma petite; you are too late."
Larry had closed the door. "There's a guy out in the hall says he's with Jean-Claude."
"A guy or a vampire?" I asked.
Larry frowned. "Not a vampire, but if you mean human I wouldn't go that far."
"You expecting company?" I asked.
"Yes, I am."
"Who?"
He stalked to the door and put a hand on the doorknob. "Someone I believe you've already met." He opened the door with a flourish, stepping to one side to let me have a clear view.
Jason stood in the open door, smiling, relaxed. He was my height exactly, not something you find in a man often. Straight blond hair barely touched the top of his collar; his eyes were the innocent blue of spring skies. The last time I'd seen him he'd been trying to eat me. Werewolves will do that sometimes.
He was dressed in an oversized black sweater that hit him almost at mid-thigh. He'd had to roll the sleeves over his wrists. His pants were leather, laced up the side from waist to mid-calf, where the laces vanished into boots. The lacings were loose enough that there was a pale line of flesh all the way down.