“Squeamish? That lump of rotting skull is worth fifty thousand dollars. Sure you don’t want to cradle it a bit?” He smiled his familiar mocking smile, the old Bones again.
“No, thanks.” Some things money just couldn’t buy, and my spending more time with that head was one of them.
The rear of the trailer opened with a creak and Ted appeared in the artificial light.
“We’re here, bud. Hope you both had a smooth ride.” His eyes twinkled as he looked back and forth between the two of us.
Instantly I was defensive. “We were talking.”
Ted grinned, and I saw Bones hide a smile as he turned to face his friend.
“Come on, mate. We’ve been driving for, what…fifty minutes? Not nearly enough time.”
They both laughed. I didn’t, seeing nothing amusing at all.
“Are you finished?”
Sobering, Bones shook his head. “Stay in the trailer for a minute. Something I have to take care of.”
“What?” Curiosity killed the cat; I hoped for better results.
“Business. Got a head to deliver, and I want you to stay out of it. The less people know of you, the better.”
Made sense. I sat on the edge of the trailer with my feet dangling and then peeled back the cloth to inspect my wrist again. The wound was completely healed, the skin coapted together around the edges and unscarred. There was such a vast difference between vampires and humans, even half-breeds like myself. We weren’t even the same species. So why did I tell Bones things I’d never told anyone else? My mother didn’t know what happened with Danny, for example. She wouldn’t have understood. She wouldn’t have understood a lot about me, in fact. I hid more from her than I told her, if I were being honest, and yet for some reason, I told Bones things that I should hide.
After about thirty minutes of contemplating this and chipping the polish off my nails, Bones reappeared. He jumped into the trailer, untied his bike, and carried it one-handed to the ground.
“Hop on, pet. We’re finished.”
“What about the car? Or the torso?”
I climbed behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist for leverage. It was disconcerting to be pressed so close to him after that near miss earlier, but I didn’t want to peel myself off the asphalt if I fell. At least he’d given me a helmet, although he didn’t wear one himself. One of the advantages of being already dead.
“Ted’s taking the car. Got a chop house that he runs for ’em. It’s how he makes his living, didn’t I tell you?”
No, he hadn’t, not that it mattered. “And the body?”
He sped off, leaving me clutching him at the sudden momentum as the motorcycle weaved onto the road.
“Part of the deal. He plants him for me. Less work for us. Ted’s a smart fellow, keeps his mouth shut and minds his business. Don’t fret over him.”
“I’m not,” I shouted over the wind. Actually, I was tired. It had already been a long night.
It was a two-hour drive back to the cave, and we arrived shortly after three a.m. My truck was parked about a quarter mile away from the entrance as usual, since the vehicle couldn’t navigate the rest of the way. Bones pulled to a stop at the truck, and I jumped off the motorcycle as soon as it quit moving. Motorcycles made me nervous. They just seemed such an unsafe way to travel. Vampires, of course, didn’t share my trepidation of a broken neck, limbs, or skin sloughed off on the pavement. The other reason for my haste was simple—to be away from Bones as quickly as possible. Before any further attacks of stupidity overwhelmed me.
“Off so soon, pet? The evening is young.”
He looked at me with a glint in his eye and a devilish curl to his lips. I just collected my keys from their hiding place under a rock and heaved wearily into the truck.
“Maybe for you, but I’m going home. Go find yourself a nice neck to suck on.”
Unperturbed, he uncurled himself from the bike.
“Going home wearing that dress with blood all over it? Your mum might worry at seeing you that way. You can come inside and change. Promise I won’t peek.” The last part was accompanied by an exaggerated wink that made me smile despite my watchfulness.
“No, I’ll change at a gas station or something. By the way, since this job is done, when do I have to come back here? Do I get a break?”
I was hoping for a break not only in training, but also in the time spent in his company. Maybe my head needed to be examined, and some time away would help accomplish that.
“Sorry, Kitten. Tomorrow night you’re on again. Then after that I fly to Chicago to see my old friend Hennessey. With luck, I’ll be back on Thursday, because Friday I have another job for us….”
“Yeah, I get it,” I said disgustedly. “Well, you just remember I’m starting college next week, so you’ll have to cut me some slack. We might have an arrangement, but I’ve waited too long already to get my degree.”