Destined for an Early Grave

"It's not so simple, but I can't explain why."

"You'd better find a way."

"I need a little more time," he snapped.

I stopped in sudden understanding and let out a harsh laugh.

"Oh, I get it. You can't reach him, can you? That's why you're hemming and hawing. You don't know where he is!"

Spade ground out a curse. "Good show, Reaper! As soon as you sleep, that fact will now be repeated to Gregor. Want to hang a bloody target around Crispin's neck?"

"How long?" I prodded, the first leaking of fear starting through me. "Do you even know where he went?"

"I won't give more information that could endanger - "

"Yes, you will," I said, anxiety and anger sharpening my tone. "Don't you worry about me, if I have to stay awake until this is squared away, I will. I'll break the world record for going without sleep if I have to, but you're spilling your beans, and you're doing it now."

Spade's mouth tightened. Emerald flashed in his tawny eyes, and he gave me a look filled with steel.

"You'd better be prepared to keep that vow, for I'll hold you to it."

The details Spade outlined had me on an emotional roller coaster. Yes, he'd known how to contact Bones when he left. Before I even returned with Vlad, Bones had tersely given him a number for emergency use, leaving his location undisclosed. Two days ago, Spade had left him a message to find out when he was coming back. His call went unreturned. Since then, Spade had paged him, e-mailed him, and tried a few trusted friends as well. No one had heard from Bones.

"I've been making discreet inquiries, such as today when I was gone, and I think he might have been seeking an audience with Marie," Spade finished. "Rodney says he spoke to Crispin three days ago, and he made a comment about how hot it was in New Orleans. Why else would he be there? I've sent Rodney to investigate. That's all I know."

"Why didn't you just call Liza and ask her instead of waiting for Rodney to get there?"

"I did ring Liza." Spade ground his jaw. "She told me Marie had ordered her out of the Quarter a week ago and that she was refused permission even to communicate with anyone in it. Marie didn't give Liza an explanation; she just said she'd let her know when she could return."

"When did you find this out? How could you not have told me?"

"Crispin's specific instructions were to keep you uninvolved," Spade countered. "The last time you ran off like Henny Penny to shout the sky down, it didn't turn out well, did it? I suggest patience this round. Do you worlds of good."

I was about to scald him when my conscience stopped me. He's right. You did run off last time, and these are the consequences. Maybe Bones just can't communicate right now. Let them do it their way. Wait until Rodney calls.

"Fine." I sat down. "We'll wait to hear from Rodney."

Spade regarded me with caution, as if waiting for me to take it back. "I'm sure he'll ring soon."

"Soon" turned out to be five hours later. Rodney's voice was audible to everyone even before Spade put him on speaker. He was shouting.

"The f**k is going on there, but they've shut down the whole Quarter! Majestic's only allowing humans to pass who aren't of any vampire or ghoul's line. I don't know if Bones is there."

"How is she doing this?" Spade looked dumbfounded. I was stunned myself. How could Marie quarantine a whole section of the city?

"They've got ghouls and police on every section of the Quarter, supposedly searching for an abducted child. They make it really simple - turn around or you'll wish you did. I tried scoping out the river, but that's guarded as well. Marie's not playing games. We'll have to try something else."

Annette paled.

"They're using police," I breathed, my mind whirling with ideas. "I could ask some of my old team to go and check it out. They're human, and they have higher credentials...but that announces our involvement. It needs to be someone else."

I grabbed my phone. This was a big favor that might turn out to be a waste of time, but I was asking anyway. After all, weren't you supposed to be able to count on your family?

"Don," I said once my uncle answered. "In case you were shopping early for my birthday, I've got the perfect gift for you. I'm going to put Spade on the phone, then plug my ears while he tells you where we are. Then, I'm going to ask that you send a plane right away to ferry a ghost to Louisiana. Just get him within a few cities of New Orleans, and he'll do the rest."

"Cat?" Don waited a second before responding. "Have you been drinking?"

A brittle laugh escaped me. "I wish."

I was waiting again. It seemed to be all I could do lately. Spade made a few more calls to mutual acquaintances, trying to glean in a roundabout way if they had information on Bones, but no one had. Short of asking, "Seen Crispin 'round?" it was a painstaking and frustrating process.

Therefore, when a car pulled up, I ran to the window, praying that it was Bones. It wasn't, and I couldn't have been more surprised to see who walked up to the house.

Tate, the captain of my former team and my longtime friend, strode into the room and came right up to me like no one else was there. "How could you not have told me any of this?" he demanded.

Both Spade and Vlad were giving Tate hostile looks. Tate might be my friend, but he wasn't theirs. I pulled his hands away before he was impaled through the heart with silver.

"I didn't know Bones was missing, I just thought he was pissed."

Tate made a scornful noise. "Not Crypt Keeper. I don't give a shit about him. I meant you and the vampire Don just told me has been chasing you for weeks."

Oh, jeez. Tate was bent that I didn't tell him about Gregor? As if I needed this on top of everything else.

"Because I've hardly seen you since I quit working for Don. Now, are you here to help? Unlike you, I care very much that Bones is missing."

"He's not missing," Tate stated coldly. "He's just an a**hole."

He was on his feet when he said it, staring up from the ground an instant later. Spade glowered over him. The anger emanating from him made me step between them.

"You've made your point."

"Crispin isn't here to counter his insults, and I'll not listen to anyone slander him," Spade retorted, his hand on a silver knife.

"Your boy isn't missing," Tate repeated, getting to his feet. "He's in the French Quarter like you thought, and if he's being held against his will, he's sure making the most of it."

"What are you talking about?"

Tate gave me a pitying but hard glance and pulled some sheets out of his coat.

"Satellite imagery. I printed it from the computer before I got here, so it's a little blurry, but there's no mistaking him. See the time stamp? It's 11:32 P.M. Central Time last night. Bones looks fine to me."

Spade and I spread the pictures onto a nearby table. The first one was a shot along Bourbon Street. Not very distinct, but yes, it was Bones. He was walking in the middle of the street. Even with the usual throngs of people, he stood out.

Thank God, was my initial thought.

I flipped to the second image. Bones was in front of his house, if I recognized the structure. And there was a woman in his arms.

A low growl escaped me. I flipped to the next page. The third image had me belting out a curse and almost flinging it at Spade.

"Needed some time to himself, huh? Funny how he doesn't seem to be doing that alone!"

The last image was only a partial of Bones's face. He was half inside the gate leading to his door. The same tramp was plastered to him, I could tell from her outfit, and his features were blocked because he was kissing her.

"He's a cheating prick," Tate said tonelessly. "He hasn't emerged from his house since that shot, according to the satellite. I don't need to tell you that soon we'll have to point it back where it belongs, Cat. Don's stretching his authority on this one."

"Motherfucker," I spat.

"This doesn't prove anything," Spade said, recovering from his astonishment. "We don't know what's going on, or who this woman is. She could be a contact and these actions a ruse."

"Oh, there's contact, all right." I wanted to study the photos and destroy them at the same time. "Full frontal, from what I can see!"

"Damn straight," Tate muttered.

"Quiet," Spade barked at Tate, easing his pitch when he turned to me. "Crispin wouldn't betray you that way, no matter how livid he was. There's an explanation for this. Let Fabian go and find it."

Underneath my fury, there was also piercing hurt. I wanted to believe that this was all a misunderstanding. And yet deep down inside there was an insinuating, slithering fear. What if it wasn't?

"Okay." Forced out while my head started to pound. "Fabian, you get down there and find Bones. Let him explain to you who this chick is. I'll wait to see what Bones says."

"Are you out of your f**king mind?" Tate burst. "Didn't you look at those pictures? What more do you need, live video feed?"

"Sometimes that isn't right either," I yelled back. My eyes stung, but I didn't cry. "I found that out the hard way, and I'm not making the same mistake twice."

Tate just stared at me with disbelief. Then he said, "You're a fool," before walking away in disgust.

"I'll bring you word," Fabian promised.

"Please do." I glanced at the photos again. "No matter what it is."

Chapter Nineteen

JUAN CAME TO PICK FABIAN UP. FROM JUAN'S friendly but cautious greeting, I knew he'd seen the pictures.

"How long before he gets there?" I asked Juan when they were about to leave.

He shuffled. "Querida, if I'm specific, it'll tell you too much."

"Approximately," I prodded, hating this necessary secrecy, but Gregor had proved he was still sifting in my dreams. If I somehow fell asleep, damned if I'd give him anything useful.

"Around a day, allowing for contact time and return," he estimated.

That long? I'd wear holes in the floor pacing.

"Fine." Years of faking cool when I was an emotional wreck had its advantages. "Take care of my ghost."

Juan gave a wary glance to his shoulder. Fabian smiled at me, his hand disappearing into Juan's collarbone.

"Good seeing you, querida," Juan said, still giving his shoulder a cagey stare. I waved with a forced smile. Mustn't look like the worried, jilted wife.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Spade rub his temple. Annette was in the doorway, almost leaning on the frame. It had been a long time since any of us had slept.

"Get some sleep, guys. This isn't a group contest on who can stay awake the longest. Especially you, Spade. You may need to be sharp when we get word, so you don't have a choice."

He nodded. "Just a few hours. That should tide me over."

"If you're worried that I'll nod off, don't. I can safely say there's enough on my mind to keep me up."

Spade gave Tate a condemning glare. "For all we know, those images were doctored. His jealousy of Crispin is boundless. It wouldn't astonish me in the least to have Fabian report back that there was no such woman."

"Yeah, right," Tate scoffed. "I wouldn't do that. Before anything else, I'm Cat's friend. And if Bones has nothing to hide, then why's he hiding?"

"Enough, guys." They were making my head worse.

Spade gave Tate a final glare. "You'll be proven wrong soon enough. I'll enjoy informing Crispin about how you needlessly upset Cat in your futile quest to have her, because I think at last he'll kill you for it."

Tate squared his shoulders. "I'm upsetting her with the truth because I'll be damned if I'll shut up while he runs around behind her back making a fool of her."

Spade stared at Tate in a way that worried me. He looked like he was fighting not to kill him.

"You're very lucky Crispin made me swear never to harm you," Spade settled on. "Else you'd already be missing your head."

"Sleep tight," Tate shot back.

"That better be your last word," I warned Tate. Spade wasn't all bark and no bite. Didn't Tate know that?

Spade tensed like all bets were off. I considered tackling him, but then decided on a different tactic.

I swayed with a gasp and put my hand to my head. Spade was at my side in a blink. His chivalrousness went even deeper than his temper.

"What is it, Cat?"

"All this stress and lack of sleep...I feel a little faint."

With a final threatening glance at Tate, Spade touched my arm. "I'll get you some water."

He went inside, and I turned my attention to Tate. "I probably just saved your life," I said quietly.

Vlad had been watching the whole thing with faint amusement. He'd known I was faking since he would have heard it in my head.

"Young man, one day I suspect you'll have a terrible accident," he said to Tate. "Keep provoking people, and it will be one day soon."

Tate rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know - you'll kill me something awful. If only I had a dime for every time I heard that."

"If I wanted you dead, you would be. You should mind your speech so when you do piss someone off past his control, you'll be strong enough to have a chance at surviving it."