She started toward the door, then stopped and looked at the wall of drawers. The scenario cane over her like a sudden sneeze.
Tommy is probably in one of those drawers. The vampire killed him, and when the coroner came, they thought I was dead too. But why did he spare me? And why did it take so long to wake up? Maybe it was that med student. Maybe when I missed the meeting he told the cops when to find me. But he didn't know how to find me.
She went though the glass doors and down the hall where she stopped at the phone and called the loft. No answer. She dialed the Marina Safeway's number.
"Marina Safeway." She recognized Simon McQueen's drawl.
"Simon, this is Jody. I need to talk to Tommy."
"Who? Who did you say you were?"
"It's Jody. Tommy's girlfriend. I need to speak to him."
Simon was quiet for a moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was an octave lower. "You don't know where Flood is?"
"He's not there?"
"Nope."
"Is he okay?"
"In a manner of speakin', he's okay. What about you? You feelin' all right?"
"Yes, Simon, I'm fine. Where's Tommy?"
"Well, ain't you a wonder. You're sure you feel okay?"
"Yes. Where's Tommy?"
"I can't tell you over the phone. I'll come get you. Where are you?"
"I'm not sure; just a second." Jody ran to the front door. The address was printed on the glass. She went back to the phone and gave Simon an address two blocks away.
"Let me get someone to cover my section. I'll be there in a half hour."
"Thanks, Simon." Jody hung up. What in the hell was going on?
While she waited for Simon to arrive, Jody parried the propositions of two guys in a Mercedes who had mistaken her for a hooker. Not an unreasonable mistake considering she was standing barefoot on a back street in a low-cut cocktail dress on a cold San Francisco night. Finally, when she told them she was an undercover cop, their resolve softened and they drove off hanging their heads.
Simon rounded the corner five minutes later and skidded to a stop in a cloud of smoking rubber and testosterone. He threw the door open for her.
"Get in."
Jody leaped into the passenger seat. Simon seemed a little surprised that she hadn't used the two steps mounted under the door. "You're steppin' high tonight, darlin'," Simon said.
Jody closed the door. "Where's Tommy?"
"Hold your horses, I'll take you to him." Simon put the truck in gear and roared off. "You sure you're feeling all right?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Why couldn't you tell me what happened to Tommy on the phone?"
"Well, he's hiding out. Seems the police want him for some murders."
"The Whiplash murders?"
"Those be the ones." Simon looked at her. "Ain't you cold?"
"Oh, I lost my coat."
"And shoes?"
"Yes, and shoes. Some guys were chasing me." Jody knew she didn't sound very convincing.
They were headed down Market toward the Bay Bridge. Simon grinned and pushed his black Stetson back on his head. "You don't get cold, do you, darlin'?"
"What do you mean?"
Simon hit the electric-lock button; Jody heard the lock go thunk at her side. Simon said, "You don't get hot either, do you? Or sick. Do you get sick?"
Jody hugged the door handle. "What are you getting at, Simon?"
Simon reached inside his jacket and came out with a Colt Python revolver. He pointed it at her and cocked it. "Now I know bullets might not kill you, but I'll bet they hurt like hell. And I put some little wood pegs in the hollow points just in case that does the job."
Jody had no idea what a bullet would do to her and she didn't want to find out. "What do you want, Simon?"
Simon pulled the truck into an alley and switched off the engine. "Couple of things. I don't know which I want first until you answer some questions."
"Whatever you want, Simon. You're Tommy's friend. You don't have to be a hard-ass, just ask."
"That's right sweet of you, darlin'. Now tell me, do you get sick?"
"Everybody gets sick, Simon. I get a cold every now and then."
Simon dug the gun into her ribs. "Don't bullshit me now. I know what you are."
Jody looked closely at Simon for the first time. He was burning up, the heat coming off him in red waves, even in the relative warmth of the truck cab. But below the heat aura she saw something else that she hadn't seen the first night she'd met him. Maybe because she hadn't known what to look for. Under the heat signature Simon was ringed by a thin black corona, as she had seen on other people — the death aura, but thinner, as if it was just growing.
She said, "Are you sure you're not just being an asshole again, Simon? Holding up your friend's girlfriend?"
"Don't get slippery on me, Red. I saw you sleeping that day we partied at your house. I touched you. You're cold as a witch's titty. And Flood always complainin' about you sleeping all day. And how he had to have them turtles alive. But I didn't put it all together until the Emperor started screaming about vampires and the cops took Flood away."
"You're nuts, Simon. None of that proves anything. There's no such thing as vampires."
"Oh yeah? Well, you know why they arrested Tommy?"
"No, I didn't know…"
"Because they found you dead in the freezer, that's why. He's in for your murder, missy. I still had some doubts until you called just now. You'll be my first dead piece of ass, not counting the time I choked my chicken over a picture of Marilyn."
Jody was stunned. A wave of panic swept through her, the inner voice shouting, Kill him, hide; kill him, hide. She fought it back. "You're doing this because you want sex?"
"Well, that's part of it. You see, I ain't been well laid for five years — since I picked me up this bug. It's kinda hard to get yourself into a good three-toweler when you got the dick of death. I ain't no ass bandit, though. I let some whore from Oakland fix me up with a speedball. Six of us shared the needle."
"You're dying of AIDS?" Jody asked.
"No need to candy-coat it, darlin'. Just come right out and say it."
"Sorry, Simon, but when someone has a gun on me and tells me he's going to rape me, I forget my manners."
"Ain't going to be no rape unless you want it. The other thing is more important."
"Other thing?"
"I want you to change me into a vampire."
"No, you don't, Simon. You don't know what it's like."
"I don't need to know, darlin'. I know I'm going to die if you don't. It ain't just HIV anymore, it's full-blown. I can hardly get my boots on and off from the sores. The doctor's got me on enough pills to choke a horse. Now do it."
Jody felt for him. For all his arrogant cowboy panache, she could tell he was afraid. "I don't know how, Simon. I don't know how I was changed. It just happened."
He dug the barrel of the gun up under her breast and slid across the seat next to her. "You just bite my damn neck. Now do it!"
"That doesn't work. That would just kill you. I don't know how to turn you into a vampire."
Simon took the gun out of her ribs and held it against her thigh. "I'm going to count to three, then I'm going to shoot you in the leg if you don't start turning me. Then I'm going to count to three and shoot you in the other leg. I didn't want to do this, but you got to see."
Jody could see tears welling up in Simon's eyes. He didn't want to do this, but she knew he would. She wondered even if she knew how to turn him if she would do it. "Simon, please, I really don't know how to turn you. Let me go. Maybe I'll find out."
"I don't have the time, darlin'. If I have to trade the daylight for a lifetime of nights, I'll take the nights. I'm counting now. One!"
"Simon, don't. Just wait."
"Two!"
Jody watched a tear roll out of his eye. She felt his body tense and looked down at the gun. The tendons in his hand were tightening. He was going to do it.