"Yes. Corky did a feature about it on Live with the Undead." But none of the ladies had participated. It was too humiliating.
"You know, some of those harem ladies are famous. Could you get them to do the show?"
"I–I believe so."
"You know Draganesti really well, right?" Mr. Bacchus's mouth twisted with a knowing smirk.
"Could you get him to rent us a big, fancy penthouse for the show? You know, one of those glitzy ones with a swimming pool on the roof."
"I–I suppose." Maybe Gregori could figure something out.
"It's gotta have a hot tub. Can't have a reality show without a hot tub."
"I understand."
"And you have experience in television?"
"Yes." Darcy glanced at the trash can that now held her neatly typed resume. "I graduated in television journalism at the University of Southern California and worked in that region for several years before moving to New York and a position at Local Four News—"
"Fine, fine." Mr. Bacchus waved a hand to shut her up. "Look, I want this reality show. If you can get us a fancy location and guarantee that Draganesti's old harem will participate, then you've got a job. Director."
Her heart lurched. Director of a reality show? Okay. She could handle this. She had to. It was this or nothing.
"So can you do it? Deliver the penthouse and the harem?"
"Yes." She clenched her portfolio with a white-knuckled grip. "I'd be delighted." God help her.
"And don't forget the hot tub."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
"Great! I'll have an office ready for you tomorrow night. What do you want to call the show?"
Her mind raced, searching for a pithy title. How to Dig Your Own Grave in Less than Five Minutes?
"Well, the women will be selecting the perfect man to be their new master."
Mr. Bacchus perched on the corner of his desk and scratched at his beard. "The Perfect Man? Or The Perfect Master?"
Not exciting enough. Darcy closed her eyes briefly to concentrate. Maggie would think Don Orlando was the perfect man. What had she called him? "How about The Sexiest Man on Earth?"
"Excellent!" Mr. Bacchus grinned. "And call me Sly. It's short for Sylvester."
"Thank you… Sly."
"This has gotta be a hit. Not just an ordinary show, but one with twists and surprises."
"Yes, of course."
"Auditions will be easy. As you can see in the lobby, there'll be lots of male Vamps trying out for the show."
Darcy winced. Somehow her idea of the world's sexiest man didn't include makeup. "Do they all have to be Vamps?"
Sly snorted. "We're talking about the sexiest men on earth. Of course they'll be Vamps." He strode toward the door.
Of course. Darcy stood, gritting her teeth. Everyone knew vampires were superior in every way. A sudden idea sparked in her head. Why not put Sly's claim to the test?
She smiled as she walked toward the door. So her boss wanted the show to include some surprising twists? No problem.
She would deliver a doozy.
CHAPTER 2
Austin arrived early for the Stake-Out meeting, so he would have time to download the photos he'd taken the night before at DVN. He opened the unmarked door on the sixth floor of a federal office building. Most of the floor was occupied with Homeland Security, so no one realized he was actually CIA. Or that he was combating terrorists of the undead variety.
The Stake-Out team met every evening at seven before the sun went down and they moved on to their individual assignments. As he passed Sean Whelan's office, loud curses filtered through the walls. Great. Sean must be watching the DVN stuff Austin had emailed to his office. Definitely a good time to avoid the boss.
Austin hurried to the open area where he and the other teammates had their work stations. He wasn't surprised to find the place empty. They were all exhausted. He hadn't had a day or night off in weeks. He downloaded the pictures, then studied them on his monitor while the photo printer kicked into action. Lots of license plates. And lots of her in the blue suit, whoever she was. He'd waited 'til dawn, but had missed seeing her again. Dammit. She must have left while he'd gone to relieve himself. The price of too much coffee.
He yawned as he splayed his hands into his shaggy hair. Working nights made it hard to take care of mundane things like haircuts. And he still wasn't sleeping well during the day. The monitor blurred before his weary eyes. He needed coffee. He wandered to the break room.
"Good evening, Austin." Emma sat at the small round table, eating low-fat yogurt and looking bright-eyed and perky.
There should be a law against blatant cheerfulness in the workplace. Her neatly pressed yellow shirt reminded him that he looked like he'd slept in his wrinkled clothes. Except he hadn't slept much at all. He mumbled something and filled a coffee cup.
"You poor fellow, you look like shit," Emma continued with her crisp British accent.
He grunted, too tired to engage in verbal sparring. Besides, she always won. "Why are you here so early?"
She licked the last of her yogurt off her plastic spoon. "I wanted to get an early start on last night's police reports. I think I'm on to something."
"What?"
"In the last few months, there have been several calls to the police from Central Park. The caller reports seeing someone being attacked, but when the police arrive, they can't find anyone who knows anything."
Austin frowned. "That's not much. Could be pranksters."
"Or it could be real." Emma pointed her spoon at him to make her point. "And the people who called don't remember anything, because their memories were erased by vampires."
"I… suppose." Mind control was a vampire specialty. That was exactly why the Stake-Out team was so small. Everyone on the team needed a certain amount of psychic power in order to resist vampire control. There was no way to fight a creature if he could simply take over your mind. As far as Austin knew, he and Sean possessed the most power on the team.
"Think about it." Emma tossed her empty yogurt cup into the trash. Perfect aim, of course. She'd been working for MI6 when Sean had arranged for her transfer a week ago. "If you were a hungry vampire, wouldn't you troll for victims in a place like Central Park?"
"I suppose." Austin sipped his coffee.
"So I went there last night to look around."
He gulped. "You went by yourself?"
"Yes. You go on your stake-outs alone. Why shouldn't I?"
"Because hunting for vampires in Central Park is not a stake-out. You could have come across one of them."
She rolled her eyes. "That was the idea. Don't worry. I had a few stakes with me."
Austin snorted. "Haven't you been reading the reports? These vampires are super fast and strong."
She sauntered toward the fridge and removed a bottle of water. "I can take care of myself."
"I know." The one time he'd taken her on in a practice session, he'd found himself flat on his back with stars swirling around his head. "But I don't think you should go alone."
"Why not?" She unscrewed the bottle top. "They're probably looking for lone females."
"Wait a minute. You're setting yourself up as bait?"
She shrugged one shoulder and took a sip of water. "If I can draw one in, I'll kill him. That is our mission, isn't it?"
"What if several of them gang up on you? It's way too dangerous."
She sighed. "I shouldn't have told you." She cast him an injured look. "I thought you would understand."
Dammit. He should tell her she was irresponsible and crazy, but he hated being that blunt to a woman. Besides, her vampire hunting sounded like something he would do.