Chapter Twenty-one
Lara couldn't shake the feeling that she was a lamb going to slaughter. The two special agents assured her she was perfectly safe. They claimed the electronic tracking device in her hair weave was absolutely foolproof.
Could fools possibly work for the government? Somehow, Lara didn't feel so secure. It would be just her luck if Apollo decided all of a sudden that bald women were hot and had her head completely shaved.
Besides, how could she be safe with a vampire abductor? All her martial-arts training wouldn't help her against his superior vampire strength and speed. If he tried to rape her or kill her, would she be able to stop him?
As Saturday night arrived, her stomach clenched into knots. The two FBI guys were the only ones who were going to be at the student services building. They didn't want a big police presence there in case it scared Apollo off.
She paced in her dorm room. She glanced at the clock. Eight p.m. The FBI guys would be at the student services building soon. She was supposed to stroll in on her own, pretending not to know them. She was supposed to walk right into Room 102 and get herself kidnapped.
Not a problem, they'd said. The device in her hair weave could be picked up by satellite. They could find her anywhere in the world. She stopped pacing, with a chilling thought. They'd be able to track her even if she was dead.
"Hello, Lara."
With a gasp, she whirled around. "Dammit, Jack. What did I tell you about sneaking up on people?"
He smiled. "Feeling a little tense, bellissima?"
"This isn't funny, Jack." She didn't know whether to strangle the handsome rascal or throw herself into his arms. She'd told him not to come by till it was all over, but she was so glad to see him. He, at least, truly cared about her. With the FBI, she was starting to feel like an expendable crew member.
He looked her over. "Are you all right?"
"I'm great," she lied. "What are you doing here?" And how dare you look so sexy, all dressed in black?
"We're going ahead with our plans tonight."
She decided to go ahead and strangle him. "I told you to stay out of this."
"We have no choice, Lara. We thought we would find Apollo before tonight, but we didn't. Tonight, we know exactly where he'll be, so we have to do it. It's the best solution all around."
He must have seen the pink flyers. She frowned at him. "You just want to keep your vampire secret safe."
"And you safe. No one is more important to me than you."
She didn't want to admit how much she loved hearing him say that. And she wasn't really opposed to staying safe. She just found it irritating the way he breezed in and announced he was taking over. "I don't see how your plan can work. Too many people know about this case."
"It's already working. Connor and Robby are at the twenty-sixth precinct right now. Between the two of them, they can easily take over a hundred minds at once. They'll erase every thought of Apollo and every trace of him on paper or computer."
This irritated her even more. Vampires found human minds so easy to manipulate that they could do a hundred at a time? "The FBI knows, too."
"Connor is headed there next." Jack shrugged one shoulder. "We've done this sort of thing many times over the centuries. We know what we're doing."
Lara had no doubt that his vampire friends could pull it off. She'd seen how well Jack had erased all signs of the party at the Plaza hotel.
"Before we take Apollo, there's one loose end I need to take care of." He stepped toward her.
She moved back, bumping against the desk. "Don't you dare erase my memories."
He paused. "I wouldn't even try. I want you to remember Venice, and remember us."
Her heart squeezed in her chest. She didn't want to forget, either.
He removed a pair of scissors from his jacket pocket. "The problem is your hair. Or rather, the hair that isn't yours."
"What?" How could he tell? The expert from the FBI had matched her color perfectly.
Jack stepped closer. "I'll feel much better once the fake hair is removed. Just to be safe."
She smoothed her hand over the false lock of hair. "It's my only link to the FBI."
"You don't need it, Lara. You're not going anywhere. And once we're done with the FBI, they won't know they're supposed to track you. They won't remember who you are."
She winced. "You're completely taking over, whether I like it or not. I thought you were my friend."
He frowned. "I am your friend. I can hear the device, Lara. I can sense the electronic pulses. And if I can feel it, Apollo can, too."
Her skin chilled. My God, how close had she come to walking into a death trap?
"I would have cut it off earlier, but I didn't want to alert the FBI." Jack grabbed the lock of synthetic hair and snipped it off. He tossed it on the bed along with the scissors, then pulled her into his arms.
She stiffened. "What are you doing?"
"Making sure I got it all." He nuzzled his face in her hair. "Your heart is racing."
"You … you surprised me."
He grazed a hand over her hair. "I know you're angry. I hope you can forgive me someday."
A part of her wanted to melt against him and thank him for rescuing her from a dangerous assignment, but another part was still annoyed that he'd taken control against her wishes. "You had better find those missing girls."
"We will." He kissed her brow. "Tell your roommate not to speak to anyone about this. You're the only two who will remember."
Lara exhaled with relief. They would leave LaToya alone.
Jack released her and stepped back. "It's over for you now, bellissima. You can go home." He vanished.
She stared at the space he'd just vacated. "Are you kidding?" She couldn't leave now. She wanted to see this Apollo creep get captured.
Fifteen minutes later, she strode into the student services building. She passed the food court and headed for the meeting rooms. As she neared the end of the main hall, she heard Jack's voice in her head.
You will return to your offices. You will have no memory of being here at Syracuse. You will have no memory of Apollo or any of his victims.
Lara peeked around the corner and saw Jack with the two FBI guys. She looked to the right and spotted Room 102. Robby was sitting at the end of the hall in a chair, pretending to read a newspaper. He'd traded in his kilt for a ragged pair of jeans.
She glanced back to the left. Jack had finished with the two FBI guys and was talking to a young black man. Another vampire?
The FBI guys strolled toward her, and she retreated to study a vending machine. As the two special agents rounded the corner, she glanced their way with a smile. They nodded and kept going. No recognition in their faces at all. Damn. It looked like the FBI and the police were officially off the case.
The black guy came around the corner and looked her over as he passed by. He must not know who she was, because he made no attempt to talk to her. He took a seat at the food court, apparently watching the front and side doors.
Lara's heart rate speeded up. Any minute now, Apollo would saunter through one of those doors. Unless he teleported in closer to the room. But Robby and Jack were both in the hallway, so they should see him. A group of girls strolled past her, laughing and talking. Three brunettes and a blonde. One of the brunettes was holding a pink flyer in her hand. They reached the end of the main hall and turned right. Lara assumed they were headed for Room 102, but they should be safe. They all possessed the wrong hair color.
"Hey, are you going to the seminar?"
Lara turned to see another young woman clutching a pink flyer in a well-manicured hand.
The young woman smiled. "It might be fun."
Lara's stomach lurched. The girl's hair was bright red. Oh God, no. The FBI guys had planned to stop any other redheads from going into the seminar. But they weren't here to stop this girl. "I-I don't think it's worth going to. I figure they're just trying to sell us something, you know?"
The pretty redhead shrugged. "Well, I heard we might get some free samples. And they're giving away a big prize." She strode down the hall and turned right.
Lara groaned inwardly. What if Jack and his friends missed Apollo? As a vampire, he would be super fast. He might teleport away. And take that redheaded girl with him.
Damn. She had to get that girl out of there. She marched down the hall and turned right. The redhead had already disappeared inside Room 102.
Lara was not surprised when Jack grabbed her arm.
"What are you doing here?" he whispered. "I told you to go home."
"And what on earth led you to believe that I would obey?"
He blinked. He opened his mouth to respond, then closed it with a confused look.
Lara smiled. She'd actually rendered him speechless. "A redheaded woman just went into the room. I'm going to get her out."
With a frown, Jack released her. "All right, but be quick about it. It's almost nine."
"I will. And try not to look so conspicuous. You look more like a macho, he-man warrior than a college student."
Jack's eyes lit up. "I do?"
She shook her head as she entered Room 102. There was a giant screen set up at one end. About eight rows of chairs faced the screen. Most of the seats were empty. Two clusters of girls sat in the first four rows. They were busy talking to one another and barely noticed her. Not a redhead among them.
The redhead she'd seen earlier was sitting in the back by herself.