THIRTY-FOUR
AS SOON AS I HEARD GEORGIA GET HOME THAT night, I popped across the hallway and installed myself in her bedroom. “Katie-Bean!” She greeted me with a smile, but her expression quickly rearranged itself into one of concern when she saw my face. “Oh no. What happened?”
“Papy knows.”
“Papy knows what?”
“That Vincent’s a revenant and that I’ve got numa after me.”
“What do you mean, you’ve got numa after you?”
I told her the whole story. The meeting with the guérisseur. The theft at our grandfather’s gallery. The healer’s disappearance. And then the standoff between Papy and Vincent.
“You’re not going to stop seeing Vincent, are you?” Georgia asked, alarmed.
“No,” I admitted. “I’m not. But I won’t be able to talk about him anymore in front of Papy and Mamie. And I will probably have to lie about what I’m doing when I’m out. Which makes me feel pretty low. But there’s no way I’m going to stop seeing him.”
Georgia thought for a moment. “So what are you going to do? I mean, you can’t just keep ducking Papy forever.”
I settled in at the end of her bed. “I’ve come up with a plan. It’s kind of lame, but …”
“Spill,” my sister said.
“I thought I would ask Jean-Baptiste to talk to Papy.”
“What! Why?” asked Georgia.
“Because Vincent told me JB’s part of this group of supersecret revenant-theme collectors that Papy sells to. So Papy might actually listen to him. There are a few outsiders who know what they are—like Jeanne, their housekeeper. So Jean-Baptiste must know how to explain it to humans he needs—in a way that convinces them to do business with him and keep things quiet.”
“Doing business with someone and convincing them to let their granddaughter date your undead faux-nephew are two very different things,” Georgia said, finally peeling off her boots and tights and getting comfortable on the bed.
“I know,” I mumbled, disheartened. “It’s a long shot. But what else can I do? In any case, with everything else going on, that’s hardly my priority.”
“What is the priority, then? And how do you plan on using me to help you achieve it?” Georgia asked, her eyes glittering with enthusiasm. My sister was good at the listening, but even better with the action.
“This is the deal, Georgia. First I have to find out who’s been talking to the numa about me. If Vincent and his kindred can take care of that problem, hopefully I’ll be off the hook with the numa. They didn’t seem to care about my killing Lucien, especially since I obviously didn’t do it alone. They used the term ‘old leader,’ so they must have a new leader now. Everyone seems to think so. And they were sent to find out what I learned from the guérisseur. So it’s not personal—they’re not going to hunt me down for the rest of my life.
“Besides—if Arthur is the one talking to the numa …” Georgia’s eyes bugged, and she looked at me like I had suddenly gone stark-raving mad. I held up my hand in a “just wait” gesture. “If he’s the leak, then Vincent’s whole house is in danger. But when I told Vincent my reasons for suspecting Arthur, he wouldn’t even listen to me.”
“Well, that’s probably because you’re insane. Besides the fact that I think Arthur is deliciously dreamy—”
“And your taste has been so reliable in the past,” I cut in.
“Touché,” Georgia admitted. “But I know I’m right this time. I actually had coffee with him this afternoon.” She gave me her sly cat grin and pretended she was fanning herself from the memory of his hotness.
“What?” I exclaimed. “He asked you out?”
“Well, not exactly,” Georgia allowed. “I just kind of stumbled across him sitting at the Café Sainte-Lucie, and he asked me to sit with him. And since the evil munchkin wasn’t there to piss me off, I said yes.”
“This afternoon after school?” I asked.
“Uh-huh,” she said, eyeing me suspiciously.
“That’s when the standoff at Papy’s happened. Arthur was probably waiting for the numa to report back to him.”
Georgia’s mouth fell open. “Um, paranoid much? Earth to Kate: You’re losing your grip on reality. Arthur is a totally normal and very nice dead guy. I would be much more suspicious of Violette.”
I shook my head. “I trust Violette. If Arthur is behind it—wittingly or unwittingly—she must not know a thing about it. Otherwise she would have told me. We’ve gotten really close, Georgia. I know you don’t like her, but I do.”
She patted my arm, as if comforting an invalid. “I think the key word in what you just said was ‘unwittingly.’ If he does hang with fringe numa types, it’s possible he could have given something away. Although I just can’t see him buddying up with the evil ones. I seriously don’t think that Arthur would hurt a fly. He seems kind of anxiously reserved, but he’s such a nice guy I’m starting to suspect he’s actually too nice for me. He seemed genuinely upset about having offended you.”
“See! He was talking about me. And he’s probably just pretending to be remorseful to throw everyone off.”
“That’s enough, Kate. You’re on a one-way train to cuckoo-land.”
“I’m going to prove that he’s the one.”
“Okay. It’s a challenge. I’m going to prove that he’s not. Especially seeing that if you’re right and he’s evil, that will mean I’ll have to cancel my date with him for Saturday night.”
“Georgia!”
“Just kidding,” she said, and then under her breath added, “Not really.”
A pot of tiny purple-spotted violet flowers sat on the hall table the next morning. Papy lowered his newspaper long enough to nod toward them, and I wondered if he would have been so blasé about it if the card attached had said “Vincent” instead of “Violette.”
Heard about your frightful experience yesterday. Let’s have coffee later on. Café Sainte-Lucie after school? Kisses, Violette
I pulled my flower dictionary out of my book bag and found the picture of the flowers—they were oak-leaved geraniums. “True friendship,” I read, smiling as Georgia walked up behind me. “Those are pretty,” she commented, leaning down to smell them.
“They’re from Violette,” I said, watching for her reaction.
“They look like weeds,” she replied, straightening, and went to sit next to Papy at the breakfast table.
“Are you okay?” was all Papy uttered at breakfast, but he said it with a look of concern as he glanced over at Georgia—like he would say more if she weren’t there. If my grandfather thought I wouldn’t tell my sister everything, then he really didn’t know us. Maybe our occasional fights threw him off the scent of just how close we actually were.
A half hour later, we stepped out of the house to see Ambrose waiting for us at the corner, standing next to a black 4x4. “Ladies,” he said in a Barry White voice, and stretching his arms in front of him, cracked his thick neck from side to side. “This way, please.” He opened the door, and I jumped into the backseat. “And the lovely Georgia?”
“All this yummy muscleness first thing in the morning is almost too much for me to take,” she cooed, and gave him a playful wink as she scooted herself into the front seat. I shook my head. If “Flirt” qualified as a foreign language, my sister and Ambrose would both have PhDs in it.
“So where is everyone this morning?” I asked Ambrose as he put the car in gear and headed toward the river.
“Vincent and Jean-Baptiste have gone off to visit the revenants staying in Geneviève’s place. You know … to dig around to see who tipped the zomboids off to your leader-slaying extravaganza. How’s it feel to be Numa Enemy Number One, Katie-Lou?”
“Scary, actually,” I confessed. “I thought that your chauffeuring me around for the last week was pretty useless until yesterday.”
“Does that mean you’re happy to see me for once?” Ambrose said, his teeth gleaming white against the dark-chocolate brown of his skin.
“I’m always glad to see you, Ambrose,” I said, knowing that if the same line had come from Georgia it would have sounded as seductive as Mae West.
“How about your oh-so-tempting medieval friend?” Georgia said.
“I suppose you’re referring to Arthur and not Violette?” Ambrose replied with a chuckle. “They’re both training with Gaspard this morning, before going to visit some of the other kindred on their own. Jules is volant, so I’m going to drop you off at school and walk with him and Gaspard this afternoon before I come back to get you. Stay inside the school gates, will you? We don’t need any drive-by numa action while you wait for me on the street.”
Ambrose watched as we entered the school grounds, and once we were through the doors, he drove off. Georgia turned to me. “Well? I got the intel on what Arthur’s up to. What are we going to do with it?”
“This is our chance,” I said. “We know where he is right now. We can stake out the house and see where he goes when he leaves.”
“You heard Ambrose. Arthur’s supposed to be going somewhere with the Royal Pain.”
“Well, what will it hurt to spy on them for a couple of hours? Besides skipping school, that is. This is our only chance not to be followed by the revenants.”
“Or the numa, for that matter,” Georgia agreed. “Everyone thinks we’re in school. We’ll have to go now—we don’t know how long Gaspard’s kick-ass training lasts.” She glanced around the hallway, and her eyes landed on an athletic-looking guy carrying a pile of books. “Hey, Paul!” she yelled. “Remember that time you offered to loan me your scooter?”
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