It was almost funny to hear the shocked tone on the other end of the line. I couldn’t see the guard’s face through his darkly tinted visor, but his voice also held a distinct note of surprise.
“Yes, sir. Her and the other vampire.”
Bones smiled, unperturbed by all the weapons aimed in his direction. I had just as many pointed at me. Kudos to the guards for not being sexist.
A long silence, and then Madigan’s voice came back on the line, sounding terse this time.
“Let them in.”
Bones and I went through the next five checkpoints without incident before we finally reached the main building. When the wide metal doors of the compound closed behind us, I hoped the locking sound was a new security feature and not Madigan trying to trap us. That wouldn’t bode well for the fate of my friends, let alone the employees inside.
More helmeted guards escorted us to Madigan’s office, not that it was necessary. I could find my way blindfolded since it used to be my uncle’s office. Madigan had wasted no time setting himself up here once he took over.
The man whose past was so murky that my uncle refused to divulge what he knew about it rose from his seat when we entered. Madigan wasn’t being polite—it was to add force to the daggers he glared in our direction.
“You have astounding nerve.”
I shrugged. “I’d say we were in the neighborhood, but . . .”
I let the sentence dangle. Bones picked it up immediately.
“You know we can’t abide you, so why pretend this is a social call?”
Either Madigan remembered Bones’s trademark bluntness or he didn’t care about the insult. I couldn’t tell which, since I couldn’t hear his thoughts behind the Barry Manilow song he kept repeating in his head. I hated Madigan, but I had to give it to him for the defense he’d developed against vampire mind reading. No one could push past the annoying mantras he chose. Then, with a glint in his eyes that looked too satisfied for my liking, he waved at the chairs opposite his desk.
“I told you I’d have you arrested if you ever came back, but as it happens, we have some business to discuss.”
He had business with me? Curiosity kept me from demanding to know where Tate and the others were. I’d see what Madigan had up his sleeve first. Bones stayed where he was, but I sat and stretched my legs out almost leisurely as I regarded the thin, bespectacled man across from me.
“Shoot.”
A slight smile stretched Madigan’s mouth, as if he were contemplating the other possibility behind that directive.
“The last time you were in my office, you told me to read up on your personnel file. I took your advice.”
I vaguely remembered telling him to do that so he’d realize my uncle had once been as mistrusting of vampires as Madigan was. Don got over his prejudice, but Madigan would never change his hostile view of my kind, not that I cared anymore.
“Uh huh,” I said with a noncommittal grunt.
“When I did, I found something interesting,” he went on before taking his glasses off as if to examine them for lint.
“What?” I asked, not bothering to hide the boredom in my voice.
He glanced up and his blue gaze gleamed. “You left before your term of service was over.”
Now I snorted in amusement. “You should’ve read those files more carefully. Don agreed to shorten my term of service if Bones made vampires out of the soldiers he selected. We held up our end when Bones turned Tate and Juan. Dave being brought back as a ghoul was a bonus.”
“That was the deal Don requested from his superiors, but his request was denied.”
Madigan gave me a brief, smug smile as he put his glasses back on. “According to the US government, you still have five years left of active duty to complete, and unlike your late uncle, I’m not going to falsify records to let you out of it.”
I was too shocked to respond, but Bones’s laughter broke the silence.
“You must be taking a piss on me.”
“Am I expected to know what that means?” Madigan asked coolly.
Bones leaned forward, all traces of laughter gone. “Allow me to be clearer: If you think you’re forcing my wife to work for you, you don’t know who you’re fucking with.”
Whether he meant himself or me, I didn’t know, and I finally found my voice.
“You get props for telling the best joke I’ve heard all year, but I’m not in the mood to play games. We came to find out where Tate, Juan, Dave, and Cooper are. From what I hear, they haven’t been home in weeks.”
“That’s because they’re dead.”
My mind immediately rejected the flatly spoken words, which is why I didn’t leap forward and tear Madigan’s throat out on the spot.
“Two jokes. You’re on a roll, but I’m out of patience. Where are they?”
“Dead.”
Madigan enunciated the word with something close to satisfaction this time. I was on my feet, fangs poised to tear flesh, when Bones hauled me back with a grip so strong I couldn’t break it even in my rage-induced state.
“How?” Bones asked calmly.
Madigan gave a cagey look at the hold Bones had on me before replying. “They were killed while trying to take down a vampire nest.”