I smiled. “Thank you.”
He stared at me. “When you come back out alive, then you can thank me.”
“It's a deal.” I held my hand out. After a moment's hesitation, he took it. We shook on it.
“You wish to wait a few days?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “I want to go in tomorrow.”
He cocked his head to one side. “Are you sure?”
“Why? Is that a problem?”
“You are hurt. I thought you might wish to heal.”
I was a little bruised, and my throat hurt, but … “How did you know?”
“You smell like death has brushed you close tonight”
I stared at him. Irving never does this to me, the supernatural powers bit. I'm not saying he can't, but he works hard at being human. This man did not.
I took a deep breath. “That is my business.”
He nodded. “We will call you and give you the place and time.”
I stood up. He remained sitting. There didn't seem to be anything else to say, so I left.
About ten minutes later Edward got into the car with me. “What now?” he asked.
“You mentioned your hotel room. I'm going to sleep while I can.”
“And tomorrow?”
“You take me out and show me how the shotgun works.”
“Then?” he asked.
“Then we go after Nikolaos,” I said.
He gave a shaky breath, almost a laugh. “Oh, boy.”
Oh, boy? “Glad to see someone is enjoying all this.”
He grinned at me. “I love my work,” he said.
I had to smile. Truth was, I loved my work, too.
45
During the day I learned how to use a shotgun. That night I went caving with wererats.
The cave was dark. I stood in absolute blackness, gripping my flashlight. I touched my hand to my forehead and couldn't see a damn thing but the funny white images your eyes make when there is no light. I was wearing a hard hat with a light on it, turned off at present. The wererats had insisted on it. All around me were sounds. Cries, moans, the popping of bone, a curious sliding sound like a knife drawing out of flesh. The wererats were changing from human to animal. It sounded like it hurt-a lot. They had made me swear not to turn on a light until they told me to.
I had never wanted to see so badly in my life. It couldn't be so horrible. Could it? But a promise is a promise. I sounded like Horton the Elephant. “A person is a person no matter how small.” What the hell was I doing standing in the middle of a cave, in the dark, surrounded by wererats, quoting Dr. Seuss, and trying to kill a one-thousand-year-old vampire?
It had been one of my stranger weeks.
Rafael, the Rat King, said, “You may turn on your lights.”
I did, instantly. My eyes seemed to leech on the light, eager to see. The ratmen stood in small groups in the wide, flat-roofed tunnel. There were ten of them. I had counted them in human form. Now the seven males were fur-covered and wearing jean cutoffs. Two wore loose t-shirts. The three women wore loose dresses, like maternity clothes. Their black button eyes glittered in the light. Everybody was furry.
Edward came to stand near me. He was staring at the weres, face distant, unreadable. I touched his arm. I had told Rafael that I was not a bounty hunter, but Edward was, sometimes. I hoped I had not endangered these people.
“Are you ready?” Rafael asked. He was the same sleek black ratman I remembered.
“Yes,” I said.
Edward nodded.
The wererats scattered to either side of us, scrambling over low, weathered flowstone. I said to no one in particular, “I thought caves were damp.”
A smaller ratman in a t-shirt said, “Cherokee Caverns is dead cave.”
“I don't understand.”
“Live cave has water and growing formations. A dry cave where none of the formations are growing is called dead cave.”
“Oh,” I said.
He drew lips back from huge teeth, a smile, I think. “More than you wanted to know, huh?”
Rafael hissed back, “We are not here to give guided tours, Louie. Now be quiet, both of you.”
Louie shrugged and scrambled ahead of me. He was the same human that had been with Rafael in the restaurant, the one with the dark eyes.
One of the females was nearly grey-furred. Her name was Lillian, and she was a doctor. She carried a backpack full of medical supplies. They seemed to be planning on us getting hurt. At least that meant they thought we would come out alive. I was beginning to wonder about that part myself.
Two hours later the ceiling dropped to a point where I couldn't stand upright. And I learned what the hard hats they had given Edward and me were for. I scraped my head on the rock at least a thousand times. I'd have knocked myself unconscious long before we saw Nikolaos.
The rats seemed designed for the tunnel, sliding along, flattening their bodies in a strange, scrambling grace. Edward and I could not match it. Not even close.
He cursed softly behind me. His five inches of extra height were causing him pain. My lower back was an aching burn. He had to be in worse shape. There were pockets where the ceiling opened up and we could stand. I started looking very forward to them, like air pockets to a diver.
The quality of darkness changed. Light-there was light up ahead, not much, but it was there. It flickered at the far end of the tunnel like a mirage.
Rafael crouched beside us. Edward sat flat on the dry rock. I joined him. “There is your dungeon. We will wait here until near dark. If you have not come out, we will leave. After Nikolaos is dead, if we can, we will help you.”
I nodded; the light on my hard hat nodded with me. “Thank you for helping us.”
He shook his narrow, ratty face. “I have delivered you to the devil's door. Do not thank me for that.”
I glanced at Edward. His face was still distant, unreadable. If he was interested in what the ratman had just said, I couldn't tell it. We might as well have been talking about a grocery list.
Edward and I knelt before the opening into the dungeon. Torchlight flickered, incredibly bright after the darkness. Edward was cradling his Uzi that hung on a strap across his chest. I had the shotgun. I was also carrying my two pistols, two knives, and a derringer stuffed in the pocket of my jacket. It was a present from Edward. He had handed it to me with this advice: “It kicks like a sonofabitch, but press it under someone's chin, and it will blow their fucking head off.” Nice to know.
It was daylight outside. There shouldn't be a vampire stirring, but Burchard would be there. And if he saw us, Nikolaos would know. Somehow, she'd know. Goosebumps marched up my arms.
We scrambled inside, ready to kill and maim. The room was empty. All that adrenaline sort of sat in my body, making my breathing too quick and my heart pound for no reason. The spot where Phillip had been chained was clean. Someone had scrubbed it down real good.
I fought an urge to touch the wall where he'd been.
Edward called softly, “Anita.” He was at the door.
I hurried up to him.