they . . . spent some time with us."
I had a feeling that "spent some time with us" had been really, really bad. "Did any of your vamps survive the attack? Are they in their lairs?"
"Some died true-dead. Some didn't," she whispered. "We killed four of theirs, though they were old and powerful. But when we were overwhelmed, I told my masters to run. I haven't seen them since then."
After I obtained her blood, I washed my hands thoroughly in the hall bath. Even with gloves, I wasn't taking chances. Like Ro, the humans had kept bleeding and I had to apply pressure bandages at the puncture sites.
Back downstairs, I found an Apple laptop and shoved it into my tote with the blood, grabbed up several cell phones, and added them in too. Maybe the call histories would tell us something. I also found a business card tacked to a corkboard near a rack of cell chargers. It was black, white, and red, with a stylized drawing of a neck with holes in it, bleeding fresh blood, like a blood-whore's calling card. The name on the card was Blood-Call, the number and address local. It was the only thing on the board, which was odd, so I pocketed the card. On a desk, I found several other business cards, most of them of local businessmen: lawyers, accountants, a PR firm, people who might conceivably want a vamp's business and money. I found another Blood-Call card, this one creased and folded as if it had been carried around for a while. I took all the cards.
Standing just inside the front door, breathing fresh air through the open crack, I dialed Leo's number and told his secundo to wake Bruiser. He did it without demur and when Bruiser came on, he sounded chipper and alert, even though it was his sleep schedule. I told him what I'd seen and done, everything but the part about Mercy Blade being Anzu. I wasn't sure that the vamps knew that part. "I have blood samples from four human individuals, and had a devil of a time getting them to stop bleeding.
"You have any idea why these guys are still sick when their master gave in to the vamp we're chasing?"
"Someone rebelled after the fact, and the new master is teaching them a lesson." Which was totally something a vamp would do. Bruiser went on. "I'll find Gee DiMercy and tell him about the Mercy Blade. You get out of there and back here. I'll handle calling ambulances and alerting the authorities about the pla - the disease."
I hung up and stepped outside, still thinking about the word he had almost used for a disease that had attacked vamps and humans. Plague.
* * *
The stench clung to me, so bad even the patient driver's nose curled, so I tipped him two twenties when he dropped me off at the small, private airport in the boonies outside Seattle. The terminal was a single-story building with all the charm of a saltbox, but it lit up the early night like a beacon. This afternoon, I had passed through with a minimum of effort, even carrying the weapons, guessing that Leo's money had greased enough palms to make that happen. But there had been three people in the terminal. Now, as I stepped inside, there was no one.
My hackles rose. The car that brought me, and was the fastest way outta here, drove off, tires abrading on cement. I stepped to the right of the windowed door, wall at my back. I pulled the M4 and the Walther that was loaded with silver. It didn't have the stopping power of the H&K, but it was the weapon of choice when there was a likelihood of collateral damage - innocent humans who might get killed. The Benelli would take care of any vamps.
I felt the door close beside me with a little puff of air. Standing just inside, I slid to my right, along the wall. If I'd had a pelt, it would have bristled. Something was very wrong here.
The terminal was silent except for the hum of electronics and the whir of an overhead fan. The air was permeated with an acrid sting of overheated electronics and dissipated gun smoke. I breathed in, scenting for traces of blood, urine, feces - the body fluids that escape when humans die. The terminal didn't seem to contain any dead humans; nor did it smell like it had when I left. Beneath