Those velvety brown eyes! Those soft, red lips! Even the way she talked charmed the shit out of him. “You know zee drill.” And the way she said his name: “LEE-um.” Well, okay, everybody pronounced it like that, but Sophie gave it a special accented spin. He had been waiting twenty years—since he had become a legal adult—to declare his intentions, but he was as tongue-tied around her at thirty-eight as he had been when he was fifteen.
The thirty days stretched ahead of him like an endless tunnel.
He started the pickup and smiled down at the cat, which was busily grooming herself. “Good work,” he told her. “Thanks for getting knocked up.”
The cat, naturally, ignored him.
3
THIRTY DAYS LATER…
“THAT makes four,” Sophie said. “And now I think she’s done.” Smiling, she looked down at the blind, squealing creatures. They were various shades of white, gray, and brown, all pink noses and gaping maws and wee claws, clambering all over each other in search of food. “And your cat…er…?”
“Fred.”
Sophie didn’t miss a beat. Liam gave all his cats odd, thought-up-at-the-last-second names. “Fred seems fine. Call me, of course, if she seems to have any trouble.”
“Yeah.” Liam took a deep breath. “Would you…d’ you want to come into the house? For something to drink?”
Sophie nearly winced. Although the blood and various mess of Fred’s birthing hadn’t tempted her, the way the pulse was beating quickly at Liam’s throat—almost as if he were nervous—did. She had to, had to find a solution to this problem. Driving down to the Cities and preying on various muggers and panhandlers simply would not do. For one thing, her car couldn’t take the extra mileage. She knew she should have bought a Ford.
“I guess you don’t,” Liam said, incorrectly reading her long silence.
“Oh. Oh! No, I would like to have a drink. Very much.” Very, very, very, very, very much. “Please, lead the way.”
She followed him inside the neatly kept farmhouse and stood admiring the large kitchen, done in blue and white, and smelling like bread. It reminded her of some of the country houses back home. Liam wasn’t a farmer, though he lived on a farm. He had inherited the place, along with quite a bit of money, from his father, who had invented pocket calendars.
“Lemmee see,” Liam said, bending into the open refrigerator. “I’ve got milk…two percent, whole, and skim. Diet Coke. Regular Pepsi. Lemonade. Cherry Kool-Aid. Ginger ale. Orange juice. Grape juice. Oh, and I can make chocolate milk,” he added, straightening and showing her the bottle of Hershey’s syrup. “If you want.”
Her eyebrows arched in surprise…she’d expected water, or maybe a beer. He saw her expression and said, “I know you like to drink.”
He had no idea, the silly man. But she had to smile. She supposed if a person only accepted drinks, and never food, over a period of four decades, a reputation was built. “I would love some orange juice,” she said. “Low pulp, yes?”
“Yeah.”
While he busied himself getting glasses, she wandered around the kitchen, finally thumbing the ON button for the small television in the corner. She supposed it was rude, but the heavy silence in the kitchen was beginning to make her nervous. The local news had just started. That would give them something to talk about, thank goodness. “I wonder if we’ll find out when there’ll be an end to this vile cold snap,” she mused aloud.
“So, um, you going to the meeting next week?”
“No,” she replied, scratching his husky, Gladiator, between the ears. Gladiator was a less-than-admirable guard dog, getting up briefly to smell her skirt when she entered, then flopping down on the rug with a groan and going back to sleep. “I must work.” In truth, the meeting was being held at the church. So, naturally, she couldn’t attend. Too bad. She had plenty to say on the issue of tearing down the schoolhouse that had been on the edge of town for over a hundred years. So there were some rats? The thing was a historical monument! Americans. They only wanted what was new.
“Oh. That’s too bad. Because I thought that we…um…I…you know, the meeting…if you needed a ride or whatever…. Here’s your juice.”
She took the glass and sipped, and smiled at him. He didn’t smile back, merely gulped his own juice thirstily.
He was nervous. She couldn’t imagine why. She’d known him almost his entire life. He’d grown into a fine man, too. Tall…strong…responsible…if he was teased about being the quietest man in the state, what did she care? He was a good man. He took excellent care of his pets. As she got older, she realized the simple things really were the most important.
“It was kind of you to invite me inside,” she said. And it was. Although she had been accepted by the townspeople years ago, she rarely received social invitations of any kind. She was sure that, deep down, the population of Embarrass, Minnesota, knew exactly what she was.
Accepting a vampire on her own terms and allowing her to take care of the pets and livestock was one thing. Inviting a creature of the night into your own home where you lived and slept and were vulnerable all the time was something else.
“I’ve, uh, been wanting…I mean, it’s no big deal. You know, since you came out. To take care of Fred and all. It’s, you know, the least I could do.” He stared longingly at the bottle of vodka perched on top of the refrigerator. She wanted to suggest he pour himself a stiff shot, but felt that would be inappropriate.
“…the fourth such suicide in five months,” the announcer said, and she jerked her head around. “Officials maintain that the deaths were self-inflicted, but the parents of the girls, particularly the latest victim, are not so sure.”
Cut to a bereaved father, his eyes rimmed in red, wearing a yellow shirt that was jarringly bright for the circumstances. “Shawna would never have done something like that,” he said hoarsely. “She was so happy. She was staring at the U of M next month. Friends…she had friends. She was popular, really popular. And…and she even had a new boyfriend. She never would have killed herself.”
Cut back to the news announcer, who had been so heavily BOTOXed it was difficult for her to maintain the expression of vague sympathy. “Regardless, tonight in Babbitt, Minnesota, a town mourns.”
Sophie set her empty glass down so hard, it broke on the table. Liam jumped, and Gladiator woke up. “I have to go,” she said abruptly. “Thank you for the juice. I must…” She fumbled in her bag for her cell phone, and quickly punched in Dr. Hayward’s number.
“What’s the matter?” Liam asked, staring at the broken glass. “Are you okay?”
“I’m—yes, Matt? It’s Sophie. I’m sorry to bother you this late, but I must leave…yes, right now. Tonight…yes. It’s a…family matter…don’t laugh, I’m quite serious. Yes…yes, if you please…no, I have no idea. I beg your pardon…yes, I appreciate that, Matt. Good night.”
She punched the OFF button and dropped it in her purse, and turned to go. To her surprise, Liam’s hand closed over her arm, just above the elbow. “What’s going on?”
Despite her alarm, she was surprised; she couldn’t recall him ever touching her. She gestured vaguely toward the television. “It’s something I must look into. And…I have to find someone. It’s nothing for you to—”
“Is it a vampire thing?”
She nearly fell down. It was one thing to instinctively understand the townspeople knew what she was and tolerated it. And another thing to discuss it obliquely with a child, such as Tommy. But for someone to come right out and ask her…she was so surprised she answered him. “Yes, it’s a vampire thing. In fact, I believe a vampire is killing those girls.”
“So, you’re gonna stop it?”
“Well, I’m going to try. And really, I must go. I—”
“Well…” he said, letting go of her arm and walking over to a kitchen chair and picking up his denim jacket—even though it was August, it was quite chilly in the evenings. “I’ll go with you.”
“Really, Liam, y
ou—”
“I guess I should be more, you know, specific,” he said slowly, in his careful way. “I guess that sounded like a question. Like, can I go with you? But it wasn’t. I’m going with you. Besides,” he added reasonably, “you’re gonna need someone who can look after you during the daytime.”
She was so amazed by this turn of events, she let him escort her out to the truck.
4
THEY had each agreed to pack a bag and meet back at Liam’s farm in half an hour. Sophie raced to her houseboat, packed quickly but carefully; she would, in all probability, be meeting her sovereign the next evening and must be dressed appropriately. Then she called Tommy to make sure he would feed her parakeets and clean the cage while she was gone. Finally, she hurried back to Liam’s place…and skidded to a stop on the gravel driveway, amazed.
He had put a brand-new topper on the back of his red truck and was just now finishing spray-painting the windows black. She stepped around to the back and, careful not to get wet paint on her fingers, pulled the window up. There was a fully inflated air mattress lying the length of the truck bed, piled high with comfortable quilts and pillows.
She heard Liam coming around the side and turned just as he reached her. He jumped a little—most people were surprised at how good her hearing was—and said, “In case we need to move during the day. I can drive and you can sleep.”
She chewed on that one for a minute, and finally said, “You seem…well-prepared.”
“Well,” he said shyly, “I’d always hoped I’d get to drive you around sometime. I just wanted to be ready.”
He was so big, and his voice was so soft, it was hard to process the change. Weirdly, he looked more cheerful than she had ever seen him. All because he was driving into the dark unknown…with her? She wrinkled her forehead as she tried to process this, and he laughed. “I’m confused,” she admitted.
“Aw, but you sure look cute when you’re trying to figure somethin’ out.” He tossed the now-empty paint can into the garbage, then walked around to the front door. “Let’s go, Sophie. You can tell me what’s going on during the drive.”
“What if I don’t tell you anything?” she countered, clambering up into the passenger’s seat—dratted thing needed a step ladder! “What if I keep it all a deep dark secret?”
He shrugged and started the truck. “Then we’ll have a nice drive.”
“Touché,” she muttered.
“SO…you know I’m a vampire.”
“Yup.”
“You’ve always known.”
“Mm—hmm.”
“You and everybody else.”
He looked over at her, surprised. “Well, I can’t vouch for what everybody knows and doesn’t know. I remember my daddy telling me you were good with animals and we should be nice to you so you didn’t leave. That was when I was just a kid m’self.” He chuckled. “Boy, you were the prettiest thing I ever saw.”
She blushed. Tried to, anyway. Blood didn’t rush anywhere in her body anymore. “That’s very sweet.”
“My point is, nobody ever out and out said, ‘Dr. Sophie’s a vampire.’ But nobody ever got out the cross and pitchforks, either.”
“Thank goodness! She turned, putting her arm across the back of the seat, the better to face his profile. “Weren’t you afraid?”
“Heck, no!” He looked surprised. “Just afraid you’d leave. We all knew you didn’t…I mean, that you hadn’t come from Embarrass. Or even Minnesota. Or even America. We were afraid you’d go back. To where you came from, you know? In…how many years? In all that time, you never once griped about late nights or house calls. Didn’t mind working holidays. Truth was, we were scared to let you go.”
“That’s so…sweet.” So they liked her for her work ethic, eh? Well, what did she expect?
“Bunch of outsiders came to build a Catholic church up here,” he mused. “Course, Reverend Reed put a stop to that right quick. We didn’t know if you could stay, if—”
“So you are telling me, in this entire town, no one, no one at all, had a problem with the resident veterinarian being a vampire?” Too good to be true! There had to be a…what was the colloquialism? A trap? No. A catch.
“Well, sure.” He glanced at her, then back at the road. “The ones who had a problem moved away.”
“Oh.” She sat back, feeling foolish. Of course, several families had moved away in the last forty years. But when no one came down to her houseboat with a teapot full of holy water, she had put it out of her mind. And her dear friend Ed had always kept his ear to the ground. He would have warned her if the town’s mood had turned ugly. “Yes, I can see that.”
“So, there you go,” he said comfortably.
“There I go,” she parroted. “Do you know where we’re going?”
“I expect we’re heading down to Tyler Falls.”
She blinked. “Yes. That’s right. I must know. How did—”
“That news story, the one that got your panties in a bunch. Gal who killed herself was from Tyler Falls.”
“They aren’t killing themselves,” she snapped.
“All right, keep your shirt on. What, you guess another vampire is doing it?”
“Liam, has anyone ever told you, you’re extremely astute?”
He shrugged.
“Well, you’re right. It’s not the girls. What I think is, a vampire is making them fall in love, then he no doubt breaks up with them in some brutal fashion, then enjoys their torment and their eventual deaths. Remember, how the girl’s father told the news she had a new boyfriend? I’m willing to bet they all had new boyfriends. Bastard,” she added in a mutter.
“So, they are killing themselves.”
“But they wouldn’t have, if not for him. Bastard,” she said again.
“So, we find him. And stop his clock.”
“One thing at a time. First we talk to the girls’ fathers. I’m suspicious, but I would like to talk to at least one of the family members. Then we tell the queen what we know.”
“Okay.” Pause. “The queen?”
“Oh, you won’t be there,” she assured him. “You can just drop me off when we get to Minneapolis.”
“Hell with that,” he said.
“Liam…”
“Nope.”
She didn’t reply, but figured that could be dealt with when the time came.
5
“NO,” the woman in the bathrobe said. She was probably in her late forties, but looked like she was on this side of sixty. Poor thing, Liam thought. Losin’ her kid, and now strangers knocking on her door in the middle of the night. “I told you. No more reporters.”
She started to swing the door closed, but quick as thought, Sophie brought her arm up and stopped her, her palm slamming into the glass pane so hard, Liam was afraid it would break. “I beg your pardon,” she said in her gorgeous accent, “but we do insist. We will not take up much of your time.” She smiled big—Liam almost got dizzy, she smiled so big—and looked dead into the woman’s eyes. “And a mother knows things, yes? A mother always knows things.”
As if in a trance, the woman stepped back, leaving the door open. Sophie walked right in, bold as you’d want, and Liam followed her. He noticed that though the woman was staring at Sophie with a rapt expression, she kept her hands up on the neckline of her powder blue robe. Keeping it closed. Hum.
“It’s so good of you to see us,” Sophie said sweetly, soothingly. “And we won’t be a minute. Where is your husband?”
“Asleep. He took three Ambiens and he sleeps all the time.”
“Of course. And soon you will be sleeping as well. We just want to hear about Shawna’s boyfriend.”
“No good,” Shawna’s mother said, shaking her auburn head, which was probably neat and pretty most times, but tonight it looked like a dirty mop. “He was no good.”
“Because he was never around, correct?”
“Yuh.”
“You asked and asked to meet him. Told her to invit
e him to dinner many times.”
“He never came.”
“That’s right, he never ever did, and you never saw him during the day, did you?”
“He was in school,” Sophie’s mother said, fiddling with the neckline of her robe. Liam had the impression she was trying to break Sophie’s gaze, but couldn’t quite do it. “He was busy. She understood. But not me. If he really cared for her, he would have met us. He would…” She sighed, a dreadful, lost sound.
Liam’s heart was almost breaking, listening to that. To distract himself, he looked around the small ranch house. Pictures of Shawna all over the place. He jerked his gaze elsewhere, finally settling on Sophie, who was holding the mother’s hands with both of her small ones. Her dark eyes were intent and sad at the same time.
He couldn’t believe the night’s events so far, and felt ashamed that he was so happy in the middle of so much shit and sorrow. He’d finally screwed up his courage…and now they were after a bad guy together. She’d let him come along; shit, she was letting him drive her. He was afraid he’d wake up any minute. It was awful being in the dead girl’s house, but it would have been more awful to watch Sophie leave.
“Then he quit calling, yes?” Sophie was still pulling information out of the dead girl’s mom, as carefully and gently as he’d get a kitten out of the lilac bushes behind his place. “And she couldn’t find him? To talk to him, find out what was wrong?”
“It was worse than that. He said she was a child, a little girl. He said he needed a woman. A grown-up woman. He said he hadn’t liked her for a while, he was just…” Another dreadful sigh. “Playing.”
“And Shawna couldn’t take that, yes? She tried to hide it from you, but…”
“A mother always knows. Her dad thought…you know, high school stuff…”