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The next second she was yanked from her brooding by an unexpected sight. She’d glanced up at her apartment windows automatically, from half a block away, and she’d gotten a nasty shock.
“The light in my apartment is on,” she said, stopping in her tracks. “The overhead light. ”
“You didn’t leave it on last night?”
“No. The ceilings are high, and it’s hard for me to change the bulbs in that fixture. I leave on the little lamp by my bed. ”
“I’ll see,” Sean said, pulling away from her grasp gently. She hadn’t realized she’d been gripping his arm.
“Oh, please, don’t go to the door,” she said. “He might be waiting for you. ”
“I’m stronger than he is,” Sean said, a little impatiently.
“Please, at least go up the fire escape, the one on the side of the building. ”
Sean shrugged. “If it’ll make you happy. ”
She crept closer to the building and watched Sean approach the fire escape. He decided to show off at the last minute and scaled the brick wall, using the tiny spaces between bricks as hand-and toeholds. Rue was impressed, sure enough, but she was also disconcerted. It was unpleasantly like watching a giant insect climb. In a very short time, Sean had reached the level of the window and swung onto the fire escape. He peered inside. Rue could tell nothing from his stance, and she couldn’t manage to see his face.
“Hey, Rue. ” Startled, she turned to see that her next-door neighbor, a part-time performance artist who called herself Kinshasa, had come up beside her. “What’s that guy up to?”
“Looking into my apartment,” she said simply.
“What were you doing last night? Sounded like you decided to rearrange the whole place. ”
“Kinshasa, I wasn’t at home last night. ”
Kinshasa was tall and dreadlocked, and she wore big red-rimmed glasses. She wasn’t someone you overlooked, and she wasn’t someone who shrank from unpleasant truths. “Then someone else was in your place,” she said. “And your friend’s checking to see what happened?”
Rue nodded.
“I guess I should’ve called the cops last night when I heard all that noise,” the tall woman said unhappily. “I thought I was doing you a favor by not calling the police or the super, but instead I was just being a typical big-city neighbor. I’m sorry. ”
“It’s good for you that you didn’t go knock on my door,” Rue said.
“Oh. Like that, huh?”
The two stood watching as Sean came back down the fire escape in a very mundane way. He looked unhappy, so far as Rue could tell.
Sean, though not chatty or outgoing, was always polite, so Rue knew he had bad news when he ignored Kinshasa.
“You don’t want to go back up there,” he said. “Tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you. ”
Suddenly Rue knew what had happened. “He got Martha,” she said, the words coming out in a little spurt of horror. “He got her?”
“Yes. ”
“But I have to—” She started for the door of the building, thinking of all the things she needed, the fact that she had to find a box for the furry body, the grief washing over her in a wave.
“No,” Sean said. “You will not go back in there. ”
“I have to bury her,” Rue said, trying to pull away from his hand on her arm.
“No. ”
Rue stared up at him uncomprehendingly. “But, Sean, I have to. ”
Kinshasa said, “Baby, there’s not enough left to bury, your friend is saying. ”
Rue could hardly accept that, but her mind skipped on to other worries. “My books? My notes?” she asked, trying to absorb the magnitude of the damage.
“Not usable. ”
“But it’s four weeks into the semester! There’s no way—I’ll have to drop out!” The books alone had cost almost six hundred dollars. She’d gotten as many as she could secondhand, of course, but this late in the term, could she find more?
At least she had her dancing shoes. Some of them were in a corner at Blue Moon Entertainment, and the rest were in the bag she’d taken to Sean’s. Rue’s mind scurried from thought to thought like a mouse trapped in a cage.
“Clothes?” she mumbled, before her knees collapsed.
“Some of them may be salvageable,” Sean murmured, but without great conviction. He crouched beside her.
“I know some people who can clean the apartment,” Kinshasa said. “They just came over from Africa. They need the money. ”
This was an unexpected help. “But it’s so awful in there, Sean says. ” Tears began to stream down Rue’s face.
“Honey, compared to the mass graves and the slaughter they’ve had to clean up in their own country, this will be a piece of cake to them. ”
“You’re right to give me some perspective,” Rue said, her spine stiffening. Kinshasa looked as if she’d intended no such thing, but she bit her lip and kept silent. “I’m being ridiculous. I didn’t get caught in that apartment, or I would’ve ended up like poor Martha. ” Rue managed to stand and look proud for all of ten seconds, before the thought of her beloved cat made her collapse.
“I’ll kill him for you, honey,” Sean said, holding her close.
“No, Sean,” she said. “Let the law do it. ”
“You want to call the police?”
“Don’t we have to? He’ll have left fingerprints. ”
“What if he wore gloves the whole time?”
“I let him get away with hitting me last night, and what does he do? He comes here and kills my cat and ruins all my stuff. I should’ve called the police last night. ”
“You’re right,” Kinshasa said. “I’ll call from my place right now. ”
Sean said nothing, but he looked skeptical.
The police were better, kinder, than Rue expected. She knew what that meant. Her apartment must be utterly gory. Sean told the detective, Wallingford, that he’d be able to tell what was missing. “You don’t need to go up there,” Wallingford told Rue, “if this guy can do it for you. ” Sean and Wallingford went up to the apartment, and Rue drank a cup of hot chocolate that Kinshasa brought her. Rue found herself thinking, I’ve had friends around me all the time, if I’d just looked.
When Sean reappeared with a garbage bag full of salvaged clothes, he told Rue the only thing he knew for sure was missing was her address book. “Was my address in it?” he asked her quietly.
“No,” she said. “Maybe your phone number. But I didn’t even know where you lived until last night. ”
“The police say you can go now. Let’s go back to my place. ” After an uneasy pause, he continued. “Do you think you can dance tonight? It’s almost too late to call Sylvia to get a replacement team. ”
“Dance tonight?” She looked at him as they walked, her face blank. “Oh! We’re supposed to be at the museum tonight!”
“Ballroom dancing. Can you do that?”
“If there’s a dress I can wear at the studio. ” Though she had to wrench her thoughts away from her destroyed apartment, it would be a relief to think about something else. They would waltz a little, do a dance number to “Puttin’ on the Ritz. ” They’d done the same thing several times before. It was a routine that pleased an older crowd, which the museum benefactors were likely to be.
“They asked for us specifically,” Sean said. But then he scowled, as if there were something about the idea he didn’t like.
“Then we have to do it,” Rue said. She was so numb, she couldn’t have put into words what she was feeling. When Sean unlocked the studio, he insisted she stand outside while he checked it out first, and she did so without a word. He led her inside, looking at her eyes in a worried kind of way, trying to gauge her fitness. “Besides,” Rue said, as if she was continuing a conversation, “I need the money. I have nothing. ” The enormity of the idea hit her. “I have nothing. ”
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nbsp; “You have me. ”
“Why?” she asked. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I care for you. ”
“But,” she said, disgusted, “I’m so weak. Look at me, falling apart—like I couldn’t have predicted this would happen. Why did I even get a cat? I should have known. ”
“Should have known you shouldn’t love something because it might be taken away from you?”
“No, should have known he’d kill anything I loved. ”
“Come on,” Sean said, his voice hard. “You’re going to put on the pretty dress here, and I’m going to make some phone calls. ”
The dress was the palest of pinks. It was strapless, with a full skirt. In the trash bag she found some matching panties to wear under it, and a paler pink frothy half slip. There were panty hose in the costume room, and Rue pulled on a pair. Her shoe bag was there, thank God, since she’d walked out in such a huff the night before, and it contained the neutral T-strap character shoes that would suit the program.
Sean, who’d finished his phone calls, pulled on some black dancer’s pants and a white shirt with full sleeves. He buttoned a black vest over that and added his dancing shoes to Rue’s bag. While he was buttoning the vest, he felt a brush running through his hair.
“Shall I braid it?” she asked, her voice so small it was barely audible.
“Please. ”
With the efficiency born of years of changing hairstyles quickly, Rue had his hair looking smooth and sleek in a minute.
“Will you leave yours loose?” Sean asked. “It looks beautiful as it is. ” Rue seldom left her long hair unbound for a performance, but he thought its color was brought out beautifully by the pale pink of the dress. “You look like a flower,” he said, his voice low with admiration. “You would be wonderful no matter what you looked like, but your beauty is a bonus. ”
She tried to smile, but it faltered on her lips. She was too sad to appreciate his compliment. “It’s nice to hear you say so,” she said. “We need to go. We don’t want to be late. ”
Chapter 10
They took a cab, which Sylvia would pay for; after all, they had to keep their clothes clean and fresh for the dancing. The Museum of Ancient Life had just opened a new wing, and the party was being held in the museum itself. All the attendees were patrons who’d donated very large sums toward the construction of the new wing. All of them were very well dressed, most of them were middle-aged or older, and they were all basking in the glow of being publicly acknowledged for having done a good thing.
The vampire and the dancer stood for a minute or two, watching limousines and town cars dropping off the well-heeled crowd. Then they made their way back to the entrance Sylvia had instructed them to use. The museum staffer at the door checked their names off a list. “Wait a minute,” the heavy man said. “You’re already here. ”
“Impossible,” Sean said imperiously. “Here is my driver’s license. Here is my partner’s. ”
“Hmm,” the man said nervously, his fingers drumming on the doorjamb. “I don’t know how this happened. I shouldn’t let you in. ”
“Then the Jaslows and the Richtenbergs will have to go without their dancing,” Sean said. “Come, Rue. ”
Rue didn’t have a clue what was happening, but she could tell Sean was quite indifferent that someone else had used his name, almost seemed to have been expecting it. If he was relaxed about it, so was she. “I’ll call our employer on my cell,” she said to the man. “You can explain to Sylvia Dayton that we’re not being allowed entrance, so she won’t blame us, okay?”
The man flushed even more, his eyes running up and down the printed list over and over, as if something different would pop up. When he glanced up at Sean and the vampire’s eyes caught the guard’s gaze, the man’s face lost its belligerence instantly.
“I guess your names were checked off by mistake earlier. Come on in,” he said.
Rue looked at Sean in awe. Vampire talents could come in handy.
It was lucky they’d dressed at the studio, because there wasn’t a corner for them here. The back recesses of the museum weren’t designed with parties in mind, as the Jaslows’ home had been. The small rooms and narrow corridors were full of scurrying figures, and Rue realized that things were being handled by Extreme(ly Elegant) Events, Jeri’s company, which had catered the Jaslows’ party. The servers wore the traditional white jacket distinguished with the E(E)E logo on the shoulder. The halls were crowded with trays and trays of hors d’oeuvres, and cases and cases of champagne. Jeri was directing the staff, wearing the same serene smile.