"What do you want?"

"Where is Kadeth Bey? Where is the Egyptian sorcerer?"

"Not here."

"Where?"

"Why should I tell you?" she growled. But I had already plucked the answer from her mind: In Weir, lying in the ground beneath Ba.s.sarab's barn. Slowly regenerating his shriveled flesh and laying darker plans for the future. . . .

Some twenty minutes to the southwest by car.

"I don't want him eavesdropping on this conversation. So, I'll tell you what I want." I turned and pointed at the grotesque forms of my wife and daughter adrift in the darkness just beyond the doorway.

"I want them. I want them put to rest eternally." I turned back to face Bachman before their appearance could unnerve me. "And I want Kadeth Bey."

"You want Bey? Why?"

"So that once they are laid to rest, he can never disturb them again."

She shook her head slowly. "My Doman would never-"

"To h.e.l.l with your Doman! He can't heal you or you wouldn't be suffering now! I can," I said harshly. "So think about that but don't take too long! What does New York care about Kadeth Bey?

He's dangerous, barely under your control, and he's messy. The only reason you suffer his existence is to serve as your hunting hound in tracking Dracula.""Then you understand why I cannot bargain the Doman's best hope in running the Dark Prince to ground."

"I'll give you Dracula," I said.

"What? How?"

I smiled a painful smile. "You didn't originate the role of Judas, my dear. What makes you think you have a monopoly on it, now?"

"You'd give him to us? But we thought-"

"I told you that I have no allegiances," I said. "None. It's true that I have found those I travel with useful for a time. But that time is all but done. And Dracula? He's the reason my family is lost to me and I'm trapped between the living and the dead."

Bachman's eyes clouded as she weighed her choices.

"Here is my bargain," I continued. "I will give you the Prince of Walachia. Then you will no longer need Bey. Lay my family to rest and I will bring you Dracula. Do with him as you will and then destroy Bey. And I will be content."

Her face became a twisted mask of cunning. "You say you do not trust me. How do you know I will keep my part of the bargain and destroy the sorcerer once you have delivered the voivode into our hands?"

"Because when the deeds are done-and only after I know that Bey is utterly destroyed-I will give you what you want."

"Your blood," she whispered. And licked her lips. "How much?"

"As much as you require."

The right side of her mouth turned down. The distorted flesh of her face kept the left corner of her mouth twisted upwards in a contorted grimace. "Like you, I am not so trusting of bargains where I have no guarantees. What is my guarantee that you will give me of your blood once Bey is destroyed?"

"Hey, babe; you said the blood should be given willingly. You gotta exhibit some trust at some point."

"Nice kitty," croaked a voice from behind me.

I turned and saw Kirsten's small form emerging from the darkness by the stairs with her arms wrapped around a cat. A sable brown cat with two tails. The cat struggled in her embrace, but Kirsten's child-sized arms held it with more than human strength. A brown paw reached up and claws raked her throat. Three of the scratches, though deep, didn't bleed. Something oozed from the fourth claw mark, but then retracted after a brief inspection of its surroundings.

"Why, Chris," Bachman cooed, "all this talk of bargains and trust-and then you bring this creature along to spy on us?"

My mouth was suddenly dry as I looked back at her. "It followed me."

"Well, we can't very well have it going back and telling the others about our little bargain, can we?"

She gestured and Jennifer-or, rather, the thing that still wore Jenny's form-extracted the cat from Kirsten's embrace and carried the hissing and spitting animal toward us. I stepped back as it was handed to Bachman.

The cat went still in her grasp as she raised it at arm's length. "My, my, my; what a naughty little p.u.s.s.y! Yes, you are! Yes, you are!" With inhuman speed she shifted her grasp so that one hand had the animal by the neck and the other closed around the base of both tails. Then she brought her knee up and the animal down in swift and simultaneous motions. There was an audible crunch and the cat fell to the floor like a dead thing.

Only it wasn't quite dead. Eyes glazed, it pawed feebly at the floor with its front paws and coughed blood from its nose and mouth. Its torso was bent at an unnatural angle and its hind legs flopped like boneless things, nearly indistinguishable from its twin tails. Bachman had broken the animal's back. The cat twitched and shuddered and then stopped moving, its eyes focused on eternity in a half-lidded stare.

"It's dead," Kirsten rasped. "Can I play with it now?"

"She's not dead," Bachman said. "At least not yet. She's a lot harder to kill than that." The vampire gave me an appraising look. "I must say, you're a cooler customer than I thought. Back at Pagelovitch's castle I believed-but then I guess your bargain is the real thing, no? You really do have no allegiances, do you?"

I looked down at the twitching form of the broken cat and tried to hide the anger and the horror I felt. What I needed to accomplish here was far more important than the suffering of some dumb beast.

And yet. . .

"Wanna play, wanna play," the Kirsten-thing was whining. "Hungry, Mama. Huunnngrrry!"

"I must confess," I said suddenly, "that I am not without some affection for the creature. And when this is done and I leave the others, I had thought. . ." What had I thought? I had to say something convincing before Bachman turned it over to the demon child that ranted behind me. " . . . to take her with me. To keep her as a pet. . . ." My voice trailed off at the expression on Bachman's face.

"Judas wept, Chris! Your ambition knows no bounds!" She shook her head. "When this is done, come back with me to New York, and our Doman will give you a dozen like her."

"Perhaps. Perhaps I will come to New York when this is all over. I would very much like to meet your Doman."

"And she would like to meet you," Bachman said, her lips twisting in the travesty of a smile.

"But before we lay any plans regarding future relationships, let's see if we can work things out in the here and now." The Kirsten-thing was edging closer, and I moved between her and the cat. "You wanted your guarantee, so how about this: when I have given you Dracula and you have given me Bey's destruction, then I will offer you the blood you need in exchange for-" I was about to say "the cat" but something whispered in my mind that I mustn't "-her."

Bachman looked dubious. "I think she will hate you for what you do here, tonight. I think she would rather die."

"You let me worry about that. Now, where shall we make the exchange?"

"Why not here?"

I looked around. "When?"

"How soon can you deliver Ba.s.sarab in a tractable state?"

"How soon can you dig up Bey and be ready to pull his plug?"

She stared at me and I could feel mental fingertips scrabbling at the latches of my skull.

"Tomorrow night," she said finally.

I shook my head. "You want Ba.s.sarab tractable? It has to be during the day."

"Daylight gives your side the advantage."

"It'll just be the two of us. The others will be left out of it."

"And how will you accomplish that?"

My smile had no humor behind it. "I'm running the show now. Not everyone knows that, yet, but they will by tonight." A thought occurred and my smile turned into a frown. "There may be a problem getting Ba.s.sarab's coffin up and onto the roof."

"There is another way in." Bachman picked up a candle from one of the dusty workbenches and motioned for me to follow. "There is an underground service tunnel," she said as I stepped carefully around the twitching cat. "It connects the bas.e.m.e.nt with the remains of the old physical plant to the northeast." A row of boards, standing on end, leaned against the far wall. Bachman pulled them aside to reveal a stone-flagged arch compa.s.sing a closer darkness that stank of mold and cobwebs and sourearth. "There's a ladder at the other end that goes up and comes out where the generators used to be. An old sheet of plywood camouflages the opening and keeps the rain out."

"What's the distance?"

"From here to the other end? Maybe thirty or forty yards. Perhaps you should ask Kirsten: she spends hours back in there. It's her favorite place." Her smile turned into a scowl as she looked back over my shoulder. "Get back!" she shrieked. "Get away from her!"

I turned and saw the Kirsten-thing and Jenny-thing step back from where the cat laid.

"Go through the service tunnel," she ordered. "There are plenty of fat, juicy rats there. Hunt until you are full and do not return until I call for you." We moved to let them pa.s.s and she turned back to me.

"Shall I call the cab for you?"

"No, thanks," I said, "I'll flag down my own ride back."

She reached out and touched my throat, slid her finger down my chest. "I still want to be your friend, Chris. And I will be pretty again, soon." I stepped back so that her hand fell away. "And I will be very grateful for the healing of your blood. Certainly more grateful than she will be," Bachman said, gesturing toward the cat.

I turned toward the stairs-as far as the service tunnel was concerned, two was company and I wasn't about to turn it into a crowd. As I moved to step carefully around the cat, the universe suddenly did a corner-turn on its axis and everything was suddenly changed. . . .

The puddle of blood had grown and so had the body. Suki lay, twisted on her side, eyes glazed, blood leaking from her mouth and nose. She twitched. But only the upper half of her body moved.

How long I stood there, I could not tell. It was Bachman's voice that broke the spell, reminding me of where I was, that moments were pa.s.sing. "Chris?" Her voice was touched with amus.e.m.e.nt and surprise.

"Chris? Oh my. You didn't know, did you? You really didn't know!" She laughed. "Oh, this makes me feel much better about our bargain! For a while I thought you might be keeping secrets from me. But you, poor baby, you are the one who's still in the dark."

I turned, wanting to do terrible things, but icy will managed a feeble grip on my sanity and held its ground. "The bargain still holds, Elizabeth."

"Now that you know, darling, wouldn't you rather I remove this complication from the equation?"

I pointed a finger of stone at her. "The bargain still holds. She is your guarantee of the blood given willingly." And then I turned and ran for the stairs.

My control held through the long ascent to the roof and my skittering descent of the outside wall.

Splashing through puddles and mud mired weeds, I was nearly across the field and back to Atkinson Road when I finally fell to my knees and began to vomit.

Chapter Twenty-Two.

Perhaps there was a G.o.d. And maybe He did answer prayer: the sun was starting to break through the clouds as I sent my ride on his way with no memory of his. .h.i.tchhiker. I glanced at my watch: 4:11-maybe another three and a half hours before sundown. Nearly four hours before Bachman could leave her daynest and drive to Weir to collect Kadeth Bey.

It was a boon and blessing, but it might not be enough. I had to trust that Bachman would take her two creatures with her rather than trust them alone with Suki. And I had to hope my basic plan would tolerate some improvisations as I went along. There was still much to do, and I was too tired and thirsty to think clearly.

Smirl's eyes were muddy from lack of sleep and the mental compulsion to meet me as he opened the door and let me into his room.

"How much C-4 can we remove from the vest and still guarantee Bey's destruction?" I asked as he closed the door behind me.

"Proximity?" He pulled the valise from the closet and sat on the bed.

"Same as before: five feet or less."

"Close enough to shake hands."

I nodded. Or take him by the throat.

"If he were human, a couple of bricks would be more than enough."

"But he's not," I said. "We've been over this before."

"And I told you that you could use a third of what's wired into that vest and there still wouldn't be enough remains for DNA testing."

"I need to be sure, Dennis: I don't want him coming back after this." I considered. "You said the remote had two circuits. Do you have a second detonator? And the material to arm a second charge?"

"Yes. But the only plastique I have is what is already wired in the vest."

"Half," I decided. "You said a third would be more than sufficient for taking out Bey. So take half from the vest and prepare a second circuit."

"I may need more wire. What kind of a charge do you want and how long before you need it?"

"Four hours," I said. "It's got to be ready in four hours."

Going back to my own room was like entering a fairy tale-specifically, "Goldilocks and the Three Bears."

Someone was sleeping in my bed.

Well, not sleeping exactly. And it wasn't Goldilocks.

"Where have you been?" Lupe asked, bare shoulders emerging from under the covers.

"I've been to London to look at the queen."