"We've got a vamp on his way to the hospital," he said.
"In his coffin?"
"No."
"Then how...?"
"He was on the stairs covered in blankets. They don't think he's going to make it. But this is one of the halfway houses for the Church. We've got a two-biter here that says the vamp we took was the guardian for the younger vamps still inside. She seems worried about what the vamps will do when they wake and the guardian isn't there to calm them down or feed them."
"Feed them?" I asked.
"Says that they each take a small drink from the guardian to start the night. Without it, she says the hunger grows too strong, and they may be dangerous."
"Isn't she a font of information."
"She's scared, Anita. She's got two freaking vampire bites on her neck, and she's scared."
"Shit," I said. "I'm on my way, but frankly, Dolph, I don't know what you want me to do."
"You're the vampire expert, you tell me." A little hostility there.
"I'll think about it on the way. Maybe I'll have come up with a plan by the time I get there."
"Before they became legal, we'd have just burned them out ourselves."
"Yeah," I said, "the good old days."
"Yeah," he said. I don't think he got the sarcasm. But with Dolph it was always hard to tell.
I dialed the third number. Larry answered, "Anita." His voice sounded strained, pain-filled.
"What's wrong?" I asked, my throat suddenly tight.
"I'm all right."
"You don't sound all right," I said.
"I've just been moving around too much with the stitches and stuff. I need to take a pain pill, but I won't be able to drive."
"You need a lift?"
He was quiet for a second or two, then, "Yes."
I knew how much it had cost him to call me. This was one of his first times in the field on a police job without me. The fact that he needed my help for anything must have griped his ass. It would have bugged the hell out of me. In fact, I wouldn't have called. I'd have toughed it out, until I passed out. This wasn't a criticism of Larry, it was a criticism of me. He was just smarter than I was sometimes. This was one of those times.
"Where are you?"
He gave me the address, and it was close. Lucky us. "I'm less than five minutes away, but I can't take you home. I'm on my way to another crime scene."
"As long as I don't have to drive, I'll be okay. It's starting to take all my attention just to stay on the road. Time to stop driving when it's this hard."
"You really do have a higher wisdom score than I do."
"Which means you wouldn't have asked for help yet," he said.
"Well... yeah."
"When would you have asked for help?"