“Bloody hung a target around her neck by screeching her name out,” Bones continued. “Just for that, I should rip off your stones and feed them to you.”
For some people, that would just be a figure of speech. Not Bones. He never bluffed. Apparently Ernie had heard of his reputation. He crossed his legs.
“Please don’t.” Now he went from negotiating to pleading. “I didn’t mean her any harm, I swear to Cain.”
“Right.” Coldly. “But you’ll need more than the maker of all vampires to help you if you’re lying. Kitten, I’d like to box him and take him back to the compound, until I can verify that he really is one of Two-Chain’s people.”
Bones was deferring to me, since in work matters, I was in charge. In matters of personal vampire affairs, however, Bones outranked me by more than two centuries.
“Sure. He’ll hate the capsule, though.”
Bones laughed a trifle grimly. He knew from firsthand experience how unpleasant our vampire transportation was.
“If he’s lying, that’ll be the least of his concerns.”
Cooper came up to us. “Commander, the capsule’s prepped and ready.”
“Strap him in. Let’s get this scene contained as quickly as possible.”
My second-in-command, Tate Bradley, walked into the club. His indigo gaze swept over the room, seeking me out.
“Cat, this is the third time you’ve been recognized.”
As if I didn’t know. “We’ll just have to come up with a better disguise. Fast, before the job next week.”
Tate didn’t let my tone dissuade him. “All this risk is going to get you killed. One of these days, someone’s going to recognize you and just pull a fucking gun instead of offering to buy you a drink. This is getting too dangerous, even for your standards.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Tate. I’m in charge, so you don’t get to play all Papa Bear with me.”
“You know my feelings for you aren’t paternal.”
Before I could blink, Bones had Tate by the throat with his feet dangling several feet in the air. I was so annoyed by Tate’s comment, it took me a moment to tell Bones to let him down.
If I hadn’t known Tate for several years, I’d throttle him myself for how he continued to bait Bones over me.
Instead of kicking or fighting, Tate managed a grimace that resembled a smile.
“Whatcha gonna do, Crypt Keeper?” he garbled. “Kill me?”
“Put him down, Bones. There are bigger problems than his attitude,” I went on. “We have to finish up here, check on Ernie’s lineage, give our report to Don, and then get home. Come on, moonlight’s burning.”
“One day, you’re going to push me too far,” Bones growled, letting Tate drop to the ground.
I gave Tate a warning look. That’s what I was worried about, too. Tate was my friend and I cared for him, but his feelings for me ran along very different lines. It didn’t help that lately Tate seemed determined to show those feelings, especially around Bones.
Which was like waving a red flag at a bull. Vampires weren’t known for their gracious sharing tendencies. So far, I’d been able to prevent a real fight from breaking out between them, but I knew if Tate ever made Bones truly lose his temper, he wouldn’t live long enough to regret it.
“Senator Thompson will be pleased that his daughter’s murderer was punished,” my uncle and boss, Don Williams, said later when all of us were seated in his office. “Cat, I heard you were recognized again. This is the third time.”
“I have an idea,” I suggested. “Maybe you, Tate, and Juan can line up and all shout it from the rooftops. I know it’s the third fucking time, Don!”
My language didn’t ruffle him. Don hadn’t been around for the first twenty-two years of my life, but he’d been front row and center for the last five. I hadn’t even known I was related to him until a few months ago. Don hid our family connection from me, since he didn’t want me knowing that the vampire who—allegedly—raped my mother was his brother.
“We’re going to need to get another female to play bait,” Don stated. “You can still lead the team, Cat, but there’s too much liability to have you dangling on the hook any longer. I know Bones agrees.”
That made me give a sharp bark of laughter. Bones liked me risking my life on a regular basis about as much as I liked my father.
“Of course he does. Hell, Bones would dance on your grave if I quit my job.”
Bones arched an unperturbed brow, not disputing that.
“You’d just have him pull Don out from under the dirt, Cat,” Dave said with a wry smile.
I smiled back. That’s what Bones had done to Dave after Dave had been killed on a job. I’d known vampire blood was a powerful healing elixir, but I hadn’t known that if a mortally wounded person swallowed some before dying, he or she could be brought back later as a ghoul.