"My rune stone," I said, seeing again the image of a purple stone in Raphael's hand.
"It would have worked if St. John had not followed us," Milos said, his voice cold and emotionless.
"But… but… why? Why did you kill her?"
Milos and Dominic exchanged a small, very chilling smile. "We are Vampyr. It is what we do."
"You're no more a vampire than Raphael is," I snorted.
Milos gestured toward me, prompting Raphael to note, "Baby, never mock a man who's holding a loaded Glock on you."
I pursed my lips and edged closer to him. Milos did not look in the least bit sane. "I see your point."
Raphael's hand brushed my hip as he reached behind him.
"You will come this way now," Dominic ordered.
I hate being pushed around. "Just a second. If you're going to kill us, the least you can do is admit everything in the best detective-story manner. I think you owe us that much."
Dominic smiled; his fake fangs didn't look nearly as amusing as I'd found them in the past. The beastly things glinted wickedly in the dull sodium lights. Raphael's arm slowly moved alongside me, then stopped. I prayed he had a weapon in it. Something lethal.
"I, too, read detective stories," Dominic replied. "If you expect us to admit to our sins in hopes you will miraculously escape, you are bound to be disappointed."
"You did murder Tanya and all those other women, though."
Milos muttered to Dominic. He held up his hand and looked hard at Raphael. "Our dear Raphael knows the answer to that question."
"Yes, I do," Raphael drawled. "The French police almost had you after you killed that prostitute in Paris, but unfortunately"—his lips twisted wryly—"I was pulled from the case."
"What? You knew it was the two of them all the time? Why didn't you do something?"
Raphael ignored my question, his eyes bright as they watched Dominic. "Someone bribed a technician to destroy the forensic evidence needed to convict you, Milos. Without it, the French detectives I was assisting could not bring any charges."
"Just who are you?" I asked him.
"Enough talk!" Dominic snapped. "You will walk ahead of me, mon ange."
I couldn't believe I ever thought Milos was creepy. Dominic standing there with a gun calmly discussing our murders was by far the creepier of the two.
"Kill them now," Milos said as he turned to leave. "I will return to the festival and keep the inspector busy."
"What?" I shrieked.
"I would gag her before you shoot her," Milos tossed over his shoulder as he left. "She will struggle more that way."
"I won't!" I snarled, then quickly threw myself out of the way as I screamed, "Let him have it, Raphael!"
Dominic looked at the slim black recorder held in Raphael's hand.
"Oui," he said, holding out his own hand. "Let me have it, Raphael."
I glared at the love of my life. "I thought you had a knife or something, not a tape recorder."
"I seldom carry weapons," he said mildly. As Dominic approached him to grab the recorder, Raphael's foot shot out and cracked across Dominic's knee. Raphael threw himself on Dominic as the latter went down, both men struggling for possession of the gun. I danced around the pair of them, looking for something I could use to brain Dominic, and had just settled on a large rock when a hand grabbed my skirt and jerked me backward.
The sharp prick of steel through my blouse kept me from moving.
"Drop the gun," Dominic gasped behind me, his hand tightening on my arm. "Very good. Now kick it toward me."
Raphael did as he was ordered.
I glared at him. "Even Dominic has a knife, Bob!"
"Do not start with me now, woman."
I snorted. He raised a brow at me in a wordless demand for silence, then held his hands up. "Let her go, Dominic. She doesn't know anything. I haven't told her about my investigations, nor why I joined the fair."
"You can say that again," I muttered with another pointed look at him.
"Joy, this is no time to bait me," Raphael answered as Dominic released me to pick up his gun.
"Oh really?" I gestured toward Dominic. "There's a mad-man standing there with a gun pointed at us, explaining how he plans on murdering us, and you don't think now is the time to talk? When do you want to talk? While he's shooting us?"
"You will stop this discussion now and march before me," Dominic ordered in his best bossy voice.
"You know full well that I had my reasons for not telling you what I was doing—"
"Right, you're a spy."
His eyes glittered dangerously at me. "I am not a spy."