“Yeah, like that. I turned back to him and offered him my hand. “Thanks for the lift.”
“Thanks for the talk.”
We shook, and there was no magic between us now. We were both tired, our fires dimmed behind use and emotion. He got out and helped us unload the car. The overeager bellman was allowed to touch my suitcase and nothing else. Most of my really dangerous stuff was still locked up at SWAT, but there was enough here that I didn’t want the staff carrying it. Wicked and Truth took the extra bags. Sergeant Rocco offered his hand to them. They were surprised by the offer, though he probably didn’t see the signs of it. They shook his hand. He said good night to me, and “See you tomorrow.”
“We’ll start in the area where he found all his vampire victims tonight.”
“Yeah, maybe his lair will be in the area.” He got in his truck. We went for the doors. I wished I felt more secure that Vittorio only hunted near his lair. It seemed like an obvious mistake, and he didn’t strike me as the kind to make those.
Wicked and Truth didn’t say much until they got to the elevator and we were alone. “You seem tired,” Truth said.
“I am.”
“You fed on both of us, and you’re tired already,” Wicked said. “Should we be insulted?”
I smiled and shook my head. “It was a stressful night, and no, it’s no reflection on either of you. You know just how good you both are.”
“A backhanded compliment, but I’ll take it,” Wicked said.
“I wasn’t fishing, I was just saying you seem tired.”
“Sorry, Truth, sorry, just a long damn night.”
They exchanged a look, which I did not like. “What was that look about?”
Wicked said, “Requiem is waiting in your room.”
“I figured that my room would have the coffins, or the adjoining room.”
“That’s not what he means,” Truth said.
“Look, I’m beyond tired, just tell me.”
“He’s waiting to feed you,” Wicked said.
“I fed on both of you less than”-I squinted at my watch-“less than six hours ago. I don’t need to feed the ardeur.”
“Jean-Claude gave instructions that you needed to have food available more often if you wanted it.”
“Did he now?”
The elevator doors opened. “He’s worried that you’ll lose it with the police as your only food, Anita,” Wicked said.
I thought about that and couldn’t argue that it wouldn’t be very bad. “I do not feel in the mood, guys.”
“We’re just giving you a heads-up, Anita,” Wicked said.
“Did you guys tell him I fed on you both?”
They exchanged that look again.
“What?”
“We came through the door, and he said, ‘She fed on you. She fed on you both.’ ”
“How did he know?” I asked.
They shrugged, and it was like a mirrored gesture. “He said he could smell you on our skin.”
“He’s a vampire, not a werewolf.”
“Look,” Wicked said, “don’t shoot the messenger. But he’s waiting in your bed, and if you turn him down, I don’t know how he’s going to take it.”
I leaned my back against the wall between two doors that were not ours. “Are you saying he’s jealous that I fed on you guys?”
“Jealous may be too strong a word,” Wicked said.
“Yes, he was jealous,” Truth said.
Wicked frowned at his brother. “You don’t have to live up to your name all the time.”
Truth shrugged again.
“And this is exactly why Jean-Claude put you in charge during the night shift, and not Requiem,” I said.
“Because he’s a moody bastard,” Truth said.
I nodded. “Yeah.” I pushed away from the wall and looked at my watch. “We’ve got an hour until dawn. Shit.” I stopped walking, because I was in the lead. “Gentlemen, I don’t know what room we’re in.”
Wicked led the way, and Truth brought up the rear, with me in the middle. We got to the room. Wicked used the little key card, pushed the door open, and held it for me.
It was a nice room. Big, a little too red and lush for my tastes, but it was a nice suite. We’d have no complaints about Max’s hospitality on rooms when we got back home. The outer room was a real living room with a table for four near the windows that looked out over the brightness of the Strip. There was a coffin near the door, but only one.
“Where are you sleeping?”
“Our coffins are in the other room for tonight. You have less than an hour; enjoy.” They put my bags by the closed door that had to lead into the bedroom, and then they left.