"Stay here," he instructed the vampire hunters. He answered the phone and nodded at it, then looked across Marina Boulevard to where a brown Dodge was parked. He hung up the phone and came out of the booth.
"Go on in," he said, obviously not happy about it. He pushed a button, the gate rose, and the Animals went in, headed for the East Harbor. Two minutes later the brown Dodge pulled up and stopped by the gate. Cavuto rolled down the window and flashed his badge.
"Thanks," he said to the guard. "I'll keep an eye on them for you."
"No problem," said the guard. "You ever get to shoot anyone?"
"Not today." Cavuto said. He drove though the gate, staying just out of sight of the Animals.
At the end of the dock the Animals and the Emperor stared forlornly at the big white motor yacht moored a hundred yards out into the harbor. Bummer was in the midst of a yapping fit.
"You see," said the Emperor, "he knows that the fiend is aboard."
"You're sure that's the boat that he came off of?"
"Most definitely. It chills my spine to think of it — the mist forming into a monster."
"That's great," Tommy said, "but how do we get aboard?" He turned to Barry, who was applying sunscreen to his bald spot. "Can you swim it?"
"We could all swim it," Barry said. "But how do we keep the gun dry? I could go get my Zodiac and take us all out there, but it'll take a while."
"How long?"
"Maybe an hour."
"We've got four, maybe five hours until sunset," Lash said.
"Go," Tommy said. "Get it."
"No, wait," said Drew, looking at the rows of yachts in the nearby slips. "Jeff, can you swim?"
The big power forward shook his head. "Nope."
"Good," Drew said. He took the Christmas-paper-wrapped shotgun from Jeff, then grabbed him by the arm and threw him into the water. "Man overboard! Man overboard! We need a boat."
The few owners and crew members who were performing maintenance on the nearby boats looked up. Drew spotted a good-sized life raft on the stern of a sixty-footer. "There, you guys, get that."
The Animals scrambled after the raft. The yacht's crew helped them get it over the side into the water.
Jeff, flailing in the water, had slapped his way back to the dock. Drew pushed him away with the shotgun. "Not yet, big guy." Over his shoulder he shouted, "Hurry, you guys! He's drowning!"
Tommy, Barry, and Lash were paddling the rubber raft for all they were worth. The yachtsmen and the Emperor shouted instructions, while Drew and Troy Lee watched their friend trying not to drown.
"He's doing really well for a non-swimmer," Drew said calmly.
"Doesn't want to get his hair wet," said Troy with Taoist simplicity.
"Yeah, can't waste that two hours of blow-drying."
Tommy moved to the front of the raft and held his paddle out to Jeff. "Grab it."
Jeff flailed and thrashed, but didn't grab the paddle.
"If he stops paddling his head will go under," Troy called. "You'll have to grab him."
Tommy whacked Jeff on the head with the plastic paddle. "Grab it!" The power forward slipped under for a second and bobbed to the surface again.
"That's one!" Drew called.
"Now grab it," Tommy yelled. He raised the paddle as if to strike again. Jeff shook his head violently and reached for the paddle as he went under again.
"That's two!"
Tommy pulled the paddle up with Jeff on the end while Barry and Lash wrestled the big man into the boat.
"Well done, men," the Emperor said.
The yachtsmen stood at the end of the dock, watching in amazement. Drew turned to them. "We're going to need that raft for a while, okay?"
One of the crewmen started to protest and Drew jacked a shell into the shotgun, ripping the wrapping paper. "Big shark hunt. We need the raft."
The crewman nodded and backed away. "Sure, as long as you need it."
"Okay," Tommy called. "Everybody in the raft."
Drew and Troy Lee helped the Emperor get into the raft, then handed over Bummer and Lazarus and climbed in themselves. The Emperor stood at the front of the raft as they made their way across the harbor to the Sanguine II.
Twenty yards from the yacht Bummer began barking and bouncing around the raft. "The fiend is definitely on board," the Emperor said. He picked up Bummer and shoved him into his pocket. "Well done, little one."
It took five minutes to get everyone on board and the life raft secured to the stern. "How we doing on time, Lash?" Tommy asked.
"We're looking at four, maybe four and a half hours of daylight. Will he wake up at sunset or dark?"
"Jody usually wakes up right at sunset. So let's say four."
"Okay, everybody," Tommy said, "let's spread out and find the vampire."
"I don't know if that's a good idea," said Jeff. He was dripping and his lips had gone blue with the cold. The Animals looked at him. He was embarrassed by the attention. "Well, in all of the horror movies, the people split up and the monster picks them off one by one."
"Good point," Tommy said. "Everybody stay together; find this fucker and get it over with." He raised a gift-wrapped spear-gun in salute. "For Simon!"
"For Simon!" the Animals shouted as they followed Tommy below.
Chapter 33
Ship of Fools
Tommy led them down a narrow hallway and into a large room paneled in dark walnut and furnished with heavy, dark wood furniture. Paintings and bookshelves filled with leather volumes lined the walls; strands of gold wire running across the front of the shelves to hold the books in place in rough seas were the only evidence that they were on a boat. There were no windows; the only light came from small spotlights recessed into the ceiling that shone on the paintings.
Tommy paused in the middle of the room, fighting the urge to stop and look at the books. Lash moved to his side.
"See that?" Lash asked. He nodded toward a large painting — bright colors and bold shapes, squiggles and lines — that hung between two doors at the far end of the room.
Tommy said, "Looks like it should be hung on a fridge with ladybug magnets."
"It's a Miro," Lash said. "It must be worth millions."
"How do you know it's an original?"
"Tommy, look at this yacht; if you can afford a boat like this, you don't hang fakes." Lash pointed to another, smaller painting of a woman reclining on a pile of satin cushions. "That's a Goya. Probably priceless."
"So what's your point?" Tommy asked.
"Would you leave something like that unguarded? And I don't think that you can run a boat this size without a crew."
"Swell," Tommy said. "Jeff, let me have that shotgun."
Jeff, still shivering from his dunk, handed over the gun.
"Shell in the chamber," Jeff said.
Tommy took the gun, checked the safety, and started forward. "Keep your eyes open, guys."
They went through the door to the right of the Miro into another hallway, this one paneled in teak. Paintings hung along the walls between louvered teak doors.
Tommy paused at the first door and signaled for Barry to back him up with a speargun as he opened it. Inside, row upon row of suits and jackets hung on motorized tracks. Above the tracks, shelves were filled with hats and expensive shoes.
Tommy pushed aside some of the suits and peered between them, looking for a set of legs and feet. "No one here," he said. "Did anyone bring a flashlight?"
"Didn't think about it," Barry said.
Tommy backed out of the closet and moved to the next door. "It's a bathroom."
"A head," Barry corrected, looking around Tommy's shoulder into the room. "There's no toilet."
"Vampires don't go," Tommy said. "I'd say this guy had this boat built for him."
They moved down the hall checking each room. There were rooms full of paintings and sculpture, crated, labeled, and stacked in rows; another with oriental carpets rolled and stacked; a room that looked like an office, with computers, a copy machine, fax machines, and filing cabinets; and another head.