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"Hey, watch it," he said, fending off my hand. "Why don't you say something like, 'Joey, are you ready to go, now?,' and I could say something like, 'Yeah Adam, let's do that,' and then we could walk calmly to the car, and I'd even get in with you, instead of you ripping my clothes off here in the street."
"Fine. Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah." We walked to the car and Joey climbed in without a word.
He was silent on the way to the safe house, too. I glanced at him a few times, but his face was set and his arms were crossed tightly over his chest. He'd worn a nice dress shirt and a pair of slacks with Loafers tonight. I hoped I hadn't ruined his one decent outfit.
He didn't say anything when we arrived at the safe house, either; he merely stalked into his bedroom and slammed the door. Thankfully, the door and frame were metal; it would have splintered, otherwise.
I called the number the Seer had given me after Joey locked himself inside his bedroom. The Seer answered on the third ring, so I let him know we had a witness and records that placed Merrill in Memphis seven days earlier. I told him we'd keep him informed if anything new came along and hung up. I had a cell phone with me, but the thing was too bulky to carry around. Usually I left it in my bag and only used it when I was forced to.
Dawn was still four hours away, but I didn't want to leave the house again with Joey in the temper he was in. I preferred not to be forced to chase him down in addition to Merrill. I pulled out a book I'd brought with me and settled down to read.
* * *
"Merrill, I'm in a phone booth in Memphis," Joey said into the pay phone. "Chessman's in the shower and I don't have much time. He found a waitress in a bar at the Fremond who remembered you."
"Don't worry, Joey. She doesn't have any important information she can give away."
"Well, we're going to that barbecue restaurant tonight. He'll be questioning those people, too."
"Don't let him hurt any of them."
"Like I could stop him. I gotta go," Joey hung up and raced back to the safe house.
* * *
Friday, April 9th
Joey was helping himself to a unit of blood when I walked into the kitchen to feed myself. He finished and dropped the empty bag into the compacter. "Still not speaking to me?" I asked.
Go to hell , Joey sent.
Some would say we're already there , I shot back. "Are you coming with me willingly tonight, or am I throwing you over my shoulder and carrying you?" I added aloud.
He gave me a sullen look. "I'm coming," he said.
"Good. Let's go." I grabbed the keys to the car and walked up the stairs, Joey right behind me.
We returned to the barbecue restaurant and were seated at a table. A waitress brought us water and asked if we wanted anything else to drink. We both said water was fine. I had to place compulsion on this one to find out if she or someone else had been working the night in question. She replied that she'd been off work that evening, but another waitress who was working the other side of the restaurant had been there. I told her to call the other waitress over. She went obediently.
The second waitress came to our table and I placed compulsion on her, too. She remembered the man, she told me.
"Nice looking man, for sure, with a bit of an accent. He had a plate full of barbecue."
"He didn't have a date who ate the order instead?"
"Oh, no. He ate all of it himself," she drawled.
Joey was watching this exchange worriedly. Are you sure you put compulsion on her? I don't think even the toughest vampire can sit down and eat a plate full of barbecue . I think if Joey could have gotten queasy, he would have.
We could eat when we had to, to appear normal, but it would come right up later; our systems wouldn't process it, and we'd have to get rid of it, somehow. Barbecue would be nasty in the extreme coming back up. Yes, I'm sure. There must be some explanation for this, but I'll be damned if I know what it is .
Joey shook his head in confusion. The
"Hey, watch it," he said, fending off my hand. "Why don't you say something like, 'Joey, are you ready to go, now?,' and I could say something like, 'Yeah Adam, let's do that,' and then we could walk calmly to the car, and I'd even get in with you, instead of you ripping my clothes off here in the street."
"Fine. Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah." We walked to the car and Joey climbed in without a word.
He was silent on the way to the safe house, too. I glanced at him a few times, but his face was set and his arms were crossed tightly over his chest. He'd worn a nice dress shirt and a pair of slacks with Loafers tonight. I hoped I hadn't ruined his one decent outfit.
He didn't say anything when we arrived at the safe house, either; he merely stalked into his bedroom and slammed the door. Thankfully, the door and frame were metal; it would have splintered, otherwise.
I called the number the Seer had given me after Joey locked himself inside his bedroom. The Seer answered on the third ring, so I let him know we had a witness and records that placed Merrill in Memphis seven days earlier. I told him we'd keep him informed if anything new came along and hung up. I had a cell phone with me, but the thing was too bulky to carry around. Usually I left it in my bag and only used it when I was forced to.
Dawn was still four hours away, but I didn't want to leave the house again with Joey in the temper he was in. I preferred not to be forced to chase him down in addition to Merrill. I pulled out a book I'd brought with me and settled down to read.
* * *
"Merrill, I'm in a phone booth in Memphis," Joey said into the pay phone. "Chessman's in the shower and I don't have much time. He found a waitress in a bar at the Fremond who remembered you."
"Don't worry, Joey. She doesn't have any important information she can give away."
"Well, we're going to that barbecue restaurant tonight. He'll be questioning those people, too."
"Don't let him hurt any of them."
"Like I could stop him. I gotta go," Joey hung up and raced back to the safe house.
* * *
Friday, April 9th
Joey was helping himself to a unit of blood when I walked into the kitchen to feed myself. He finished and dropped the empty bag into the compacter. "Still not speaking to me?" I asked.
Go to hell , Joey sent.
Some would say we're already there , I shot back. "Are you coming with me willingly tonight, or am I throwing you over my shoulder and carrying you?" I added aloud.
He gave me a sullen look. "I'm coming," he said.
"Good. Let's go." I grabbed the keys to the car and walked up the stairs, Joey right behind me.
We returned to the barbecue restaurant and were seated at a table. A waitress brought us water and asked if we wanted anything else to drink. We both said water was fine. I had to place compulsion on this one to find out if she or someone else had been working the night in question. She replied that she'd been off work that evening, but another waitress who was working the other side of the restaurant had been there. I told her to call the other waitress over. She went obediently.
The second waitress came to our table and I placed compulsion on her, too. She remembered the man, she told me.
"Nice looking man, for sure, with a bit of an accent. He had a plate full of barbecue."
"He didn't have a date who ate the order instead?"
"Oh, no. He ate all of it himself," she drawled.
Joey was watching this exchange worriedly. Are you sure you put compulsion on her? I don't think even the toughest vampire can sit down and eat a plate full of barbecue . I think if Joey could have gotten queasy, he would have.
We could eat when we had to, to appear normal, but it would come right up later; our systems wouldn't process it, and we'd have to get rid of it, somehow. Barbecue would be nasty in the extreme coming back up. Yes, I'm sure. There must be some explanation for this, but I'll be damned if I know what it is .
Joey shook his head in confusion. The
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