Indeed, there was a break in the crowd of barren tree limbs--which was how they'd seen the far-off mansion from the second floor.
"That vista was not created by our household, sire," the doggen said softly. "And I noticed it about a week before... she was found gone. I was upstairs cleaning the rooms. The family of the household had retired underground as it was lighted day. I heard the sounds of cracking wood and rendered my eyes unto the windows, whereupon I saw the branches being taken down."
Darius narrowed his stare. "Very deliberate, the cutting, isn't it."
"Very deliberate. And I thought nothing as it is naught but humans who reside therein. But now..."
"Now you wonder if there was a pur pose other than landscaping. Tell me, to whom did you mention this."
"The butler. But he beseeched me to remain mum. He is a fine male, of good service to the family. He wants nothing more than to have her found..."
"But he wishes to avoid any conception that she might have fallen into human hands."
After all, they were just a tail away from being considered upright rats by the glymera .
"Thank you for this," Darius said. "You have done well your duty."
"Just find her. Please. I care not the source of the abduction--just bring her home."
Darius focused on what he could see of the manse next door. "We shall do that. In one manner... or another."
For their sakes, he prayed that the humans in that estate had not dared to take one of theirs. The other race was to be avoided, by the king's orders, but if they had the temerity to aggress upon a vampire? And a noble female at that?
Darius would slaughter each one of them in their beds and leave the bodies to rot into a stench.
Chapter Thirty-one
Gregg Winn woke up with Holly curled against him, her lush fake br**sts a pair of twin pillows pressing into his side.
A quick glance at the clock and he saw that it was seven a.m. Might as well get packed and head for Atlanta.
"Holly." He nudged her with his hand. "Wake up."
She let out something close to a purr and stretched, her body arching into his and turning his morning hard-on into a raw need that he was inclined to do something about. Memories of how she'd ended up in his bed curbed that impulse quickly, though.
Proving that he was a gentleman in some ways.
"Holly. Come on. Wakey-wakey." He pushed her hair back and smoothed it down her shoulder. "If we get a move on, we'll be in Atlanta by late afternoon."
Which, considering he'd cost them a day chasing after this Rathboone thing, was going to come in handy.
"Okay. I'm up. I'm up."
Actually, he was the only one of the two who got vertical. Holly just nestled into the warm space he'd left and went right back to sleep.
He took a shower and then filled up his suitcase as loudly as he could but she was dead to the world. Not so much asleep as in a coma.
He was just about to go a round with Stan, who was even worse at the whole rousing thing, when a knock sounded on the door.
Could the stoner fool already be awake?
Gregg started talking to his cameraman as he opened the door. "Listen, let's pack up the van--"
It was the tight-ass butler. Looking as if someone had dumped red wine all over his couch.
Gregg lifted his palm. "We're leaving, okay. We're taking off. Just give us--"
"The owner has decided to allow you to film here. For your special."
Gregg blinked like an idiot. "Excuse me?"
The butler's tone grew even more disgusted. If that was possible. "The owner spoke to me this morning. He said you are permitted to host your show herein."
One day too late, Gregg thought with a curse to himself. "Sorry. My team and I are--"
"Thrilled," Holly finished for him.
As he glanced over his shoulder, his narrator was pulling her robe into place and getting off the bed.
"That's great news," she said pointedly while smiling at the butler.
Who seemed to be yo-yoing between disapproval and enchantment at the sight of her all fuzzy and warm and au naturel.
"Very well then," the butler said, after he cleared his throat. "Do let me know if you need anything."
With a bow, he disappeared down the hall.
Gregg shut the door. "I thought you wanted out of here."
"Well... I was safe with you, right?" She sidled up to him, stroking his chest. "I'll just stay with you."
The satisfaction in her voice made him suspicious. "Did you play me. About that whole sex thing with... whoever it was?"
She shook her head without hesitation. "No... but I truly think it was all a dream."
"What about the fact that you said you'd actually had sex."
Her plucked brows furrowed as if she were trying to see through frosted glass. "It's just too hazy to have been real. Last night, I was totally confused, but in daylight... it all seems silly."
"You were pretty sure when you came in here."
She shook her head slowly. "Nothing except a really vivid, incredible dream... it didn't actually happen."
He searched her face and found nothing but certainty.
Abruptly, she put her hand up to her temple. "Do you have any aspirin?"
"Headache?"
"Yeah. It just came on."
He went over and took his dopp kit out of his suitcase. "Listen, I'm willing to give it a shot here, but if we decide to stay, there's no pulling out. We need to fill our time slot, so we can't just bolt for Atlanta in a day or two."
Frankly, they were already in last-minute land.
"I understand," she said as she sat on the bed. "I absolutely get it."
Gregg brought her the aspirin, then went into the bathroom and snagged her a glass of water. "Listen, why don't you go back to bed. It's early yet and Stan's no doubt still passed out."
"What are you going to do." She yawned as she handed him back the Bayer and the empty glass.
He nodded to his laptop. "I'll take this downstairs to the living room and start going through the footage we captured last night. It should have all uploaded from the remote cameras."
"Stay here?" she asked as she shifted her manicured toes under the sheets.
"You sure?"
Her smile as she put her head down on the pillow revealed her perfect caps... and the sweet side of her personality. "Yes. I'll sleep better, plus you smell nice after your shower."
Man, she had some kind of way about her: With her looking up from his bed like that, it would have taken an army to drag him out of the room.
"Okay. Go to sleep, Lolli."
She smiled at the pet name he'd given her after he'd first started sleeping with her. "I will. And thank you for staying with me."
As she closed her eyes, he went over to the wing chair by the window and fired up his laptop.
The feeds from the tiny cameras they'd hidden out in the hall and downstairs in the living room and outside in the big oak next to the porch had indeed uploaded.
Given what had happened, he wished like hell they'd put a remote in Holly's room, but that was the thing. As ghosts didn't actually exist, why would they have bothered? The shots had been taken just for selling the atmosphere of the place... and for doctoring up later when it came time to "call forth the spirits of the house."
As he started to look through the images that had been captured, he realized he'd been doing this for how long? Two years? And he had yet to actually see anything or hear anything that couldn't be explained.
Which was fine. He wasn't trying to prove the existence of spirits. He was out to sell entertainment.
The only thing he'd learned in the past twenty-four months was that it was a good job lying had never been a problem for him. Matter of fact, his total comfort with falsity was why he was a perfect television producer: It was all about the goal for him and the particulars, whether they were locations, talent, agents, home owners or whatever was on film or tape, were nothing but soup cans in a cupboard to be positioned at his will. To get the job done, he'd lied about contracts and dates and times and images and sounds. He'd fudged and misled and threatened with fallacies.
He'd manufactured and cued up and--
Gregg frowned and leaned into the screen.
Moving the cursor to the rewind button on the Windows Media Player, he replayed the segment that had been recorded in the hallway.
What he saw was a dark shape moving along the corridor outside their bedrooms and... disappearing into Holly's. The time on the lower right- hand corner: 12:11 a.m.