“There has to be another way,” Rick said. “If he knows how to stop it, then we can find out how to do it without him. We just have to look for it.”
“What do you think I’ve been doing?” I said, growling a little.
We glared at each other across the table. I almost never met Rick’s gaze. I trusted him—but he was a vampire, and vampires could do things with their eyes. He could change my mind for me, and I wouldn’t even know it. This time, I met his gaze anyway, just to show him how serious I was.
Glory be, he looked away first. The ghost of Wolf’s tail waved like a banner in triumph.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I know you’re taking the brunt of this.”
“Damn straight.”
“But Roman—we can’t turn to him, Kitty. We have to find another way.”
Wasn’t a whole lot of we going on at the moment. Rick was so busy looking at the big picture he couldn’t see the details, my details, like how we all could have died last night. Too bad Roman hadn’t left a card so I could contact him behind Rick’s back. I was only mildly shocked that I was considering going behind Rick’s back on this.
“Remember, Kitty, we’re supposed to have a partnership.” I must have looked put-out, because he smirked at me. “I’ve had a lot of practice reading people. I may not know what you’re thinking. But I can guess.”
“I have a question for you: Did you ever meet Doc Holliday?”
“You’re changing the subject.”
I had little practice reading people in person. Listening to people, judging their voices, was another thing entirely, but Rick’s voice was too calm. He was like a brick wall sitting in front of me.
“Why not? You’ve already made up your mind. Roman will come back, and you’ll say no and let me burn.”
He bowed his head. “It’s not like that. But some prices are too high. If he’s working with the priestess, and they get a foothold here—”
“But what if he isn’t working with the priestess? What if he really can do what he says?”
Rick took a breath in preparation for speaking, then said, “We’ll find a way through this, I promise.”
I had to have faith that we would. We’d always managed before, somehow.
Before I left, Rick said, “Kitty. To answer your question—yes. I played a game of poker with Holliday once, in Central City. Interesting guy.”
The bastard sat with his elbows on the table, fingers steepled, as nonchalant as if he’d just commented on the weather. I stared, my jaw hanging open, a million questions stopped up in my throat. He enjoyed that, dropping these bombshells, these epic stories waiting to be told. He always refused to elaborate.
So I didn’t give him the satisfaction of having me beg him to tell me more. I walked out, but not before catching his amused grin.
Finally, far too late that night, I returned home. Ben was on the sofa, wearing sweats and a T-shirt, eating something straight out of a Chinese takeout box and watching a talking-heads news show on TV. That man was far too set in his bachelor ways for me to expect him to change his domestic habits. Actually, I thought it was kind of cute. I liked the idea that being with me hadn’t disrupted his life too radically. I wanted us to be comfortable. To fit together without breaking.
As I closed the door, he sat up and set aside the food. Glared at me, just a little. “I was about to call.”
“Things got busy,” I said, tired. I wanted to curl up in bed with him and forget about the day. For now, I slumped onto the sofa next to him. He put his arm around my shoulders and we sat side by side, talking to the air in front of us.
“Productive busy?”
“Rick claimed that he once played poker with Doc Holliday.” After all that had happened, that made the biggest impact.
“Huh. So, what does Rick knowing Doc Holliday have to do with whatever tried to burn down the restaurant?” Ben said.
“Nothing. It’s just that he drives me crazy with all this stuff he isn’t telling me.”
“You expect him to tell you his life story? All five hundred years of it?”
Maybe he had a point. “Speaking of the Old West, a stranger rode into town this evening. A vampire claiming to be a demon hunter, says he knows all about the Band of Tiamat and how to stop the attacks.”
“Really?” He glanced at me, brow creased like he didn’t believe it. “What’s the catch?”