Victoria Nelson - Blood Trail Part 32

She grinned, a little shakily. "You'd better get going. I don't know how long it'll take the fire trucks and the OPP to get out here."

"Will you be back to the farmhouse?"

"As soon as the police are finished with me."

He shot a look at Celluci but managed to hold back the comment.Vicki sighed. "Go," she told him.

He went.

Celluci took his place.

Vicki sighed again. "Look, if you're about to treat me to another lecture on ethics or morals, I'm not in the mood."

"Actually, I was wondering if a gra.s.s fire was part of your plan? Maybe as a diversion? We're starting to get some sparks and the field behind the barn is awfully dry."

Flames were racing across the roof now, the entire structure wrapped in red and gold.

The last thing she wanted to do was more damage. "There's a water hookup in the garden with plenty of hose. Just wet the field down."

"Well, how the h.e.l.l was I supposed to know?"

"You could have looked! Jesus H. Christ, do I have to do everything?"

"No, thanks. You've done quite enough!" He wanted to recall the words the moment he said them but to his surprise, Vicki started to laugh. It didn't sound like hysteria, it just sounded like laughter. "What?"

It was a moment before she could speak and even then, the threat of another outbreak seemed imminent. "I was just thinking that it's all over but the shouting."

"Yeah? So?"

"So?" She waved one hand helplessly in the air as she went off again. "So, now it's over."

"You will come back and see us again? When you need to get out of the city?"

"I will." Vicki grinned. "But right at the moment, the peace and quiet of the city seems pretty inviting."

Nadine snorted. "I don't know how you stand it. Bad smells and too many strangers on your territory.

..." Although she still bore the mark of her twin's loss, in the last twenty-four hours the wound had visibly healed. Whether it was due to the deaths of Mark Williams and Carl Biehn or the saving of Peter's life, Vicki wasn't sure. Neither did she want to know.

Rose had also changed, with less of the child she'd been and more of the woman she was becoming showing in her face. Nadine kept her close, snarling when any of the males approached.

Vicki moved toward the door where Henry stood waiting for her, tension stretching between him and Stuart in almost a visible line.

"In the barn, before you arrived," Henry'd explained earlier, "Igave him an order he had no choice but to obey. "

"You vampired him?"

"If you like. We 're both pretending it didn't happen, but it'll take him some time to forget that it did."

Shadow, his black fur marked with dust, crawled out from under the wood stove, his jaws straining around a huge soup bone. He trotted to the door and dropped it at Vicki's feet.

"It's my best bone," Daniel told her solemnly. "I want you to have it so you don't forget me."

"Thank you, Daniel." The bone disappeared into the depths of Vicki's bag. She reached out and picked a bit of fluff from the top of his head. "I think that I can pretty much guarantee that I'll never, ever forget you."

Daniel squirmed, then Shadow threw himself at her knees, barking excitedly.

Oh, what the h.e.l.l,Vicki thought, crouched down and did what she'd done to Storm way back in the beginning, digging her fingers deep into the thick, soft fur of his ruff and giving him a good scratch.

It was hard to say which of them enjoyed it more.

Celluci leaned against the car and tossed the keys from hand to hand. It was an hour and a half after sunset and he wanted to get going; after the last two days, plain, old, big city crime would be a welcome relief.

He still wasn't certain why he'd offered Vicki and Henry a ride back to Toronto. No, that wasn't entirely true. He knew why he'd offered Vicki a lift, he just wasn't sure why he'd included Henry in the package.

Granted, the man's BMW would be another week in the shop, at least, but that wasn't really much of a reason.

"What the h.e.l.l is taking them so long?" he muttered.

As if in answer, the back door opened and Shadow bounded out, tail beating the air. Vicki and Henry followed, accompanied by all the rest of the family except Peter, who had remained at Dr. Dixon's.

Vicki had been right about the police investigation. The whole thing was just so weird and the witnessesso credible that the OPP had jumped to pretty much exactly the conclusions Vicki had outlined and were willing to write off the rest. Mark Williams' police record hadn't hurt either, especially when a report of his latest business venture had come in from Vancouver.

Celluci braced himself as Shadow leapt up on his chest, licked his face twice, then raced off to run noisy circles around the group approaching across the lawn. Werewolves. He'd never be able to look at anyone quite the same way again. If werewolves existed, who knew what other mythical creatures might turn up.

Vicki seemed to have taken the whole thing in stride, but then, he'd always known she was a remarkable woman. An obnoxious, arrogant, opinionated woman much of the time, but still, remarkable. On the other hand, he thought as he closed his fist around the keys, Vicki had known Henry since Easter so maybe none of this was new to her. Who knew what the two of them had been involved with?

During the grat.i.tude and the good-byes, Stuart approached, hand held out. "Thank you for your help."

The tone wasn't exactly gracious, but Celluci understood about pride. He smiled, careful to keep his teeth covered, and took the offered hand. "You're welcome."

The grip started firmly enough but soon progressed so that the veins in both forearms were standing out against the muscle and Celluci, in spite of being nearly ten inches taller and proportionally heavier, began to worry about his knuckles popping.

Nadine, having caught scent of the compet.i.tion, nudged Vicki and they both turned to watch.

"Do they keep this up until one of them breaks a hand?" Vicki wondered dryly, squinting at the joined silhouette straining in the fan of light from the car.

"Hard to tell with males," Nadine told her in much the same tone. "Their bodies seem to be able to go on for hours once their brains have shut off."

Vicki nodded. "I've noticed that."If the sudden release came with any visible signals pa.s.sing between the two men, Vicki didn't see them.

One moment they were locked in stylized hand-to-hand combat, the next they were clapping each other on the shoulders like the best of friends. She figured that the correct internal pressure had finally been reached, tripping a switch and allowing life to go on - but she wasn't going to ask because she really didn't want to know.

While Stuart demanded to know what his mate was laughing at, Celluci found himself unexpectedly preoccupied by a logistics problem; who was going to sit beside him in the front seat on the way home. It seemed a childish thing to worry about but although the seat should by rights go to Vicki - she was the taller and ent.i.tled to the greater leg room - he didn't want Henry Fitzroy sitting behind him in the dark for the three hour drive.

Vicki took the decision away from him. Running her fingers along the car until she found the rear door handle, she opened it, tossed her bag in and climbed in after it, carefully removing Shadow - who'd been trying to get a few more licks in - before she closed the door. She'd known Mike Celluci for eight years and she had a pretty good idea of what was going through his head concerning this. If he thought she was going to run interference between him and Henry, he could think again.

Henry kept his face expressionless as he slid into the front seat and buckled his seat belt.

Shadow chased the car to the end of the lane then sat by the mailbox barking until they were out of sight.

By the time they reached the 401, Celluci couldn't stand the silence a moment longer. "Well," he cleared his throat, "are all your cases thatinteresting?"

Vicki grinned. She knew he'd break first. "Not all of them," she said, "but then I have a pretty exclusive clientele."

"That's one word for it," Celluci grunted. "What's going to happen with Rose and Peter, did they say?"

"As soon as Peter's better, Stuart's sending him to stay with his family in Vermont. Rose is pretty broken up about it."

"At least he's alive to send away."

"True enough."

"Rose is probably going to spend the next week howling in her room while the three adult males make themselves scarce."

"Three males? You mean her father ..."

"Apparently it's a pretty strong biological imperative."

"Yeah, but ..."

"Don't get your shorts in a knot, Celluci, Nadine'll make sure nothing happens."

"Only the alpha female gets to breed," Henry said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah? Great." Celluci drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and shot a sideways glance at the other man. "I'm still not sure where you fit in."

Henry raised a red-gold brow. "Well, in this particular instance, I acted as intermediary. Usually though, I'm just a friend." And then, because he couldn't resist, he added, "Sometimes I help Vicki out with the night work."

"Yeah. I bet you do." The engine roared as Celluci gunned the car past a transport. "And you probably had more to do with that ... that ... thing, we ran into last spring than either of you are telling me."

"Perhaps.""Perhaps nothing." Celluci ran one hand up through his hair. "Look, Vicki, you can get involved with as many ghoulies and ghosties and things that go b.u.mp in the night," he shot another look at Henry, "as you want. But from now on keep me out of it."

"No one invited you into it," Henry pointed out quietly before Vicki could respond.

"You should be d.a.m.ned glad I showed up!"

"Should we?"

"Yeah, you should."

"Perhaps you'd care to elaborate on that, Detective-Sergeant."

"Perhaps I would."

Vicki sighed, settled back, and closed her eyes. It was going to be a long ride home.