And despite his walking Becca up and down every street in the Quarter the past three nights, she’d caught no glimpse of Delphine LaLaurie. Bones had come across several ghouls on those jaunts, but they were having a bit of harmless fun. Not looking to savage the first person thick enough to follow them inside a building.
Becca reached out, touching his hand. “Do you know where you’re going to be next, after this job? And, ah, will you be leaving right away when it’s done?”
He knew what she was really asking him. “I’ll be leaving straightaway when I’m finished. My work takes me all over the world, and leaves precious little time for anything else.” I’m not what you’re looking for, Becca.
Hurt flashed on her face for a moment, quickly masked behind a false smile. “Sounds exciting.”
Does it? In point of fact, it can be bloody lonely.
“You know,” Becca said as the silence stretched, “I’d understand if you just want to drop me home after dinner…”
“No,” Bones said at once, softening his tone when she blinked at how emphatic he sounded. “I’m sorry, I’ve been a right glum fellow, but I do want to spend more time with you tonight. If you’re willing.”
He almost hoped she’d say she wasn’t. If the circumstances weren’t so dire, Bones would drop Becca at her house and compel her not to set foot in the city until this was over.
But he couldn’t stand over the next freshly chewed body and know he might have been able to prevent it. Bones couldn’t sniff them out, not with the river of humanity thronging the streets, but he could have Becca give a good look at any female ghoul he found. One of these times, it would be Delphine.
“I’d really like to spend more time with you, while I’m here,” Bones said, giving Becca a smile filled with possibilities.
She smiled back, her scent of unease melting away from her.
“I’d like that, too.”
Rotten bastard you are, Bones thought. He didn’t let any of that show on his face, however. Instead, he signaled for the check.
Power raised the hairs on the back of his neck. Bones turned, muttering a curse when he spied a familiar face headed their way.
“Excuse me,” he ground out to Becca, rising.
“’Allo,” Ralmiel called out, sliding into the seat opposite Bones’s. He gave a charming smile to Becca. “Who might you be, ma belle chérie?”
“No one that concerns you,” Bones said curtly.
Becca’s mouth dropped. Ralmiel looked offended. “As if you would need to protect such a lovely flower from me. My business is with you, mon ami. Not with people who happen to be around you.”
Ralmiel didn’t have a reputation for harming innocent bystanders, but Bones wasn’t pleased at Becca being exposed to him. This whole situation was putting her at more risk than he’d intended. He’d have to change his plans for tomorrow night. But first things first.
Bones sat down, keeping his hands close to the silver knives in his coat.
“Is everything okay?” Becca asked, glancing back and forth between them.
“Quite,” Bones replied, not letting his eyes stray from Ralmiel’s. “My friend just forgot his manners, interrupting our dinner.”
“I was going to wait for you outside,” Ralmiel said, settling back in his chair expansively, “but when I saw your chér amie, I decided to conclude our business tomorrow. After I learn more about la belle here.”
“I don’t like being spoken about as if I’m not even here,” Becca said, with a sharp glare at Ralmiel.
The waiter came with the check. Bones dropped several bills onto it without counting them, not tearing his attention from Ralmiel for a fraction longer than needed.
“Join us outside?” Bones asked, with an arched brow.
Ralmiel nodded. “Of course.”
Becca got her purse, still giving them wary glances. “Do you two need a minute alone to talk?”
No, Bones thought coolly. But I’d like a minute alone to kill him. He picked up his whiskey glass, noting with satisfaction that it was near full, and rose from the table.
“We’re fine, luv. Be finished up shortly.”
Bones and Ralmiel kept their attention on each other’s every move as they walked outside. The tension was thick enough to slice. Almost casually, Bones took a sip of his whiskey. Next to them, a group of smokers waited to get into the restaurant.
“What’s your plan, mate?” Bones asked. “Going to skulk after me and wait for your best chance?”
Ralmiel smirked. “Non, mon ami. I’m going to follow her home and then skulk around after you.”
Becca gasped. Bones just smiled. “I think not.”
Then he flung his whiskey on Ralmiel, using the lighter from the smoker nearest him to send Ralmiel up in flames.
Ralmiel screamed, swatting at the fire that covered the front of him. Several bystanders yelled as well. Bones didn’t wait to admire his handiwork. He yanked Becca with him through the crowd, ignoring her horrified sputtering. Once he found an alley, he propelled himself up in the night, covering both of them with his coat. Less chance of being noticed, since his coat was black against the night’s sky.