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  “I can’t be sure,” Della told Burnett ten minutes later. All three of them sat at a table back in the adjoining room. Della stared at the two of them, trying not to look at Billy.

  Burnett didn’t look happy. Neither did Chase. But why was he so upset?

  Burnett leaned on his elbows and came forward on the table. “I thought you got his trace?”

  “I thought I did, too. But something isn’t right. I … I’m sorry, I can’t be sure.” She kept her eyes cut away from the two-way mirror.

  “I know it’s hard, Della,” Burnett said, “but if this kid did this…”

  Innocent. Innocent. Innocent. “Yes, it’s hard, but that’s the problem. I don’t know if he did it. I can’t … I’m not sure.”

  Burnett let go of a deep gulp of air and looked at Chase. “Please tell me you got something,” he said.

  Chase nodded. “It’s him.”

  Della watched him blink. Unwillingly, she glanced at Billy. Billy had tears in his eyes, eyes that expressed self-loathing. Her breath expanded in her chest and she stood up. Stood up so fast, her chair hit the tile floor behind her.

  Innocent. Innocent. Innocent.

  “Chase isn’t being completely truthful,” she told Burnett. “He’s not sure. You can’t blame the kid for this.” She personally knew how it felt to consider yourself a murderer. The pain, the shame could cripple you.

  Burnett looked shocked. He glanced at Chase. “Is this true?”

  “No,” he said.

  Della couldn’t believe Chase’s nerve, his gall. “Look at him, Chase!” she insisted, and pointed to the glass wall. “He’s nothing but a kid. You’re going to let him go through this when you’re not sure?”

  Chase didn’t look at Della. He looked at Burnett. “The kid did it.”

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  “Della!” Burnett called her back as she jumped out of his car and hotfooted toward her cabin when they returned from the FRU offices. She jogged through the gate and debated ignoring his call. But knowing Burnett, he’d come find her.

  So she turned around and saw the camp leader wave Chase on his merry way. She hoped he went straight to hell, too. Or she did if Billy Jennings was innocent. But what if he isn’t? It wasn’t that she didn’t consider the possibility. She did, but … everything inside her said he was innocent.

  Everything. Including that stupid voice.

  When Chase walked past her he said, “I’m sorry. I did what I thought was right.”

  Della scowled at him. He was lying. So how could it have been right?

  Burnett walked up beside her and motioned her to walk to the office. Oh, hell, on top of being pissed, she was going to get read the riot act. She was in no mood.

  She needed to be alone. Midnight had come and gone over an hour ago, and with every toss and turn her mind landed on one of her issues. She’d kissed the panty perv. And even worse, she’d enjoyed it. She was secretly worried she had the same virus that had killed her cousin. She’d discovered how inadequate she was as a vampire. And she’d assisted in ruining the life of a kid who very well could be innocent.

  Holiday met them in the entrance of the office. From the look on her face, Burnett had already spoken to her and warned her of what went down.

  “I know that was hard,” Holiday said as she got Della positioned on her sofa. Holiday sat beside her, resting one hand on her ever-growing baby bulge. Burnett leaned against the office desk. He looked upset, but not nearly as upset as Della felt. Or Billy, she thought, only guessing what the kid was going through right now.

  “What’s hard is that he would take Chase’s word over mine!” she said to Holiday, but glared at Burnett. “Even after he told me he knows Chase’s not being honest.”

  “I didn’t take his word over yours,” Burnett said.

  “You kept the kid.”

  “I kept him because he’s a murder suspect.”

  “Wow, and here I thought you were innocent until proven guilty.”

  “I said suspect, not murderer. I haven’t proven him guilty.”

  “You might as well have if you’re locking him up. He knows you think he committed murder. And because he can’t remember, he probably believes he did it, too. He’s a fresh turn, he already thinks he’s a monster and now you’re confirming it for him.”

  Burnett shook his head. “What happened to the Della who came to me a few days ago? All you talked about was wanting justice for the victims. You even went to the girl’s funeral. You insisted you wanted to catch the bastard who did it. And now—”

  “Nothing has changed!” she spit out. “I want justice,” she insisted. “And if the kid’s guilty then throw the book at him, but not until you know he did it. You don’t have enough evidence to hold him—neither Chase or I are absolutely certain, despite what he said.”

  Holiday reached over and touched Della’s arm. “Let’s stay calm.”

  Della felt the tension in her chest ease, but it wasn’t enough. Innocent. Innocent. Innocent.

  Burnett ran a hand over his face and then met her gaze. “Even without Chase recognizing the boy’s trace, I would have held him until I got the DNA evidence back.”

  “And if he’s innocent, he’s suffering for no reason.” Della paused. “Why didn’t you just check his bite marks like you did with me when you brought me in? At least speed things up so he’s not suffering unnecessarily.”

  Burnett flinched as if he didn’t like that memory any more than she did. “The bite marks weren’t clear, the wounds were too bad.” He exhaled loudly. “Look, Della, even if this kid didn’t commit the murders, he joined a rogue gang. Getting scared may straighten him out.”

  She felt emotion rise in her throat. “When you talk like that it shows that you were born with the live virus. You don’t have any idea how it feels to be turned.”

  “I know that—”

  “No, you don’t know. You’ve never had to see yourself as a monster. I’ll bet more fresh turns join gangs so they don’t have to commit murder than those who join them to do terrible things. Chan told me that the gangs promise to provide blood and that they only kill when necessary.”

  “I know that, Della, but my job—”

  “Your job is to provide justice, and tonight I’m not so sure that happened for Billy.”

  “Why are you so sure he’s innocent?” Burnett asked.

  His question gave her another pause. She’d asked herself the same thing and came up empty. “I don’t know, but my gut says he is.” Her gut and the stupid voice in her head.

  Della flinched as the image of the couple flashed in her head.

  She looked at Holiday. “Has Lorraine come back to see you? You could ask her, maybe she could tell you.”

  Holiday shook her head. “She hasn’t appeared again. I don’t know if she’s crossed over or just hasn’t wanted to communicate yet.”

  Della refocused on Burnett. “Are you going to continue to work on the case? Investigate other leads?”

  “We don’t have any other leads,” Burnett said.

  I do. She thought about the Facebook message she’d received from Lindsey, Lorraine’s friend, about the Crimson Blood band. “Lorraine had an old boyfriend and her friends think he could have done this.”

  Burnett stared at her as if she’d completely lost it. “This was a vampire kill.”

  “I know, and maybe he’s—”

  “We don’t follow maybes. We follow leads and it looks as if this lead is good.”

  “The name of his band—”

  “You’re grasping at straws.”

  Della gritted her teeth. Burnett had his mind made up. She had to talk to Kevin. “Can I leave now?”

  Burnett grimaced and looked at Holiday.

  “It’s late,” Holiday said, and again rubbed her belly.

  “Fine,” Burnett said. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

  Yes, they would, Della thought, and she hoped she had something to tell him about Phillip Lance. Something th
at would help Billy Jennings.

  Della was only halfway to her cabin when she pulled out her phone and searched for Kevin’s text message.

  U still n Houston? I need to c u.

  She stopped walking and closed her eyes as the message sent. Would he see it? Answer it?

  Staring at her phone, she saw the little icon that told her she had voicemail. From Steve.

  Biting at her lip, maybe because she thought she couldn’t feel more than she was feeling now, she clicked it open and put the phone to her ear.

  “I know you’re not speaking to me, but I just want you to know that I’m sorry. And while I wasn’t the one who initiated the kiss, I know I’d be pissed if someone kissed you. So get mad at me. I deserve it, but … damn it, Della, I care about you. I don’t care about her. It’s you I want. Please, call me.”

  Emotion tugged at her heart. What she wouldn’t give for him to be here now—to just hold her, to help her understand all the craziness that was going on.

  She had her finger over Redial, and hesitated. What was she going to say to him?

  Her phone dinged with an incoming text.

  From Kevin.

  C me about what? Another favor? U really r going to owe me. We’re talking getting naked.

  He put a smiley face beside it. She hoped that meant he was joking. But what the hell? She’d already been accused of being a prostitute. She wouldn’t do it, but he didn’t know that.

  Whatever. Where r u?

  Close to ur camp. Where do u want to meet?

  Della considered jumping the fence—meeting him somewhere in Fallen. Burnett would have a fit. She’d have hell to pay. Then it hit her, why not do what Chase did with whoever the hell he was in cahoots with, and have Kevin meet her at the fence? As long as he didn’t touch the fence they should be fine. No reason to break a rule when one could just bend it a little.

  She texted Kevin back and gave him the exact location where to meet her. Do not jump or touch the fence.

  Ten minutes later, Della waited by the fence line where the creek ran through. Sitting on a fallen tree, she hugged her knees close. The cold air found its way under her shirt and brought goose bumps to her skin, which probably meant her temperature wasn’t right. The night noises echoed in the distance. A chorus of frogs, insects, and a few small critters scurrying in the brush trying to stay warm.

  Feeling alone, she pulled her phone out to keep her company. She remembered Steve’s voicemail. She checked her text messages and found one from him she hadn’t read.

  Miss u.

  She missed him, too. Closing her eyes, feeling the lack of sleep, she dropped her forehead on her knees. She envisioned his face. His smile. The soft way he kissed and how that kiss slowly became hotter and hotter.

  Guilt whispered over her for kissing Chase. She’d done it to keep their cover. Hadn’t she? Or had the seed the little witch planted in her head sprouted and led her down that path?

  Right then it occurred to her that she was no longer so angry at Steve for … for letting Jessie kiss him. Hurt maybe, but not angry. She couldn’t even be mad that he’d enjoyed it. She had enjoyed Chase’s kiss, hadn’t she?

  Could Miranda’s idea have worked? No, she told herself. Two wrongs still didn’t make a right, but maybe walking in his shoes, she realized the kiss didn’t mean he didn’t care about her, or that he would necessarily do it again.

  She wouldn’t kiss Chase again. Wouldn’t let him kiss her again, either.

  Would she?

  No.

  Sitting up, she looked back at her phone and Steve’s text, and typed in: Let’s talk this weekend, ok? It took her longer to hit the Send button than it did to type it.

  Within less than thirty seconds she got a text back: Ok. Miss you.

  Her heart gripped. He had to be awake, watching his phone. Hoping she’d text or call him. The memory of the pain she’d seen in his eyes when they’d argued had her lungs releasing air. She typed back. Miss u too.

  A few seconds later, another ding came in: Want to talk now? I’ll call Burnett and come.

  Panic stirred inside her. Not just because she was waiting on Kevin, but because she wasn’t altogether ready to talk to Steve. Was she going to tell him about Chase? Was she going to agree to … make this thing between them real? Or was she simply going to expect things to go on like they were? Nope, she wasn’t ready to talk to him yet.

  No. This weekend. Ok?

  Ok.

  She heard a distant noise and slipped her phone in her pocket. Tilting her head, she focused on the slight sound. Footsteps, soft, came treading her way. They came from the other side of the fence. Filling her nose with air, she hoped her sense of smell had returned and that she’d recognize Kevin’s scent. She got nothing.

  While the sound of steps continued, the forest noises stopped. No birds, no insects, even the trees stood silently against the wind.

  It had to be Kevin, she told herself. But remembering how she got clobbered on the head not too long ago, she rose and stood behind a tree. Leaning slightly around the trunk, she fixed her eyes in the direction the sound came from.

  Chapter Thirty

  Della spotted Kevin moving through the brush. He lifted his nose in the air, testing it to find her.

  “I’m here.” She stepped out from the tree and started toward the fence.

  He walked closer, and was about to latch on to the fence post when she said, “Stop. I told you not to touch the fence.”

  He pulled his hands back. “So it’s true that there really are alarms set?”

  “Afraid so,” she said.

  “And you can’t just fly over it?”

  “Not without setting it off.”

  “Damn! I could never live like that.”

  “It’s to keep people out, not us in.”

  “Right,” he said.

  Della frowned. “Look, I was hoping you might be able to help me out. I’m looking for someone who I think belongs to the Crimson Blood.”

  “Why?” he asked.

  “He was the old boyfriend of the girl I sort of ran across.” The fact that the girl was dead didn’t have to come up.

  “I don’t think I met all of them. I just hung out with them a couple of days.”

  “His name is Phillip Lance. He used to be in a band. Has brown hair. A tattoo on his neck of a skull.”

  “This ain’t gonna come back and bite me in the ass, is it?”

  “No,” she said.

  “And what do I get for doing all these favors for you?” He smiled.

  “I’ll owe you.”

  “You already owe me,” he said.

  “I’ll owe you more.”

  He shrugged. “I don’t know why I like you.” He sighed and hesitated before finally talking. “There is a Phillip. Don’t know his last name, but he has brown hair. I don’t know if he played in a band.” He glanced up as if debating saying more, and then he blurted out, “He has a tattoo, but I’m not sure what it is.”

  It had to be him. She nodded and a feeling of success filled her chest. “Thank you.” Now to get one more thing. “Where do they hang out? So I can go see him.”

  Kevin held up his hands. “Now you’re asking too much.”

  “Please.” It didn’t bother her nearly as much to beg when it was for someone else. And this was for Billy.

  He hesitated. “Look, I can’t tell you where they call home, but there’s a supernatural bar on the north side of Houston called Hot Stuff.”

  “Chan took me there,” Della said, remembering bits and pieces of the first week she’d been turned. If she had to, she thought she could find it again.

  “Well, a lot of the Crimson Blood hang out there. You go there and you should run into one of them eventually.”

  She nodded. “Thanks.”

  He studied her a second, up and down, checking her out. “You got a boyfriend?” he asked, his blue eyes sparkling with interest.

  “Yeah.” When her heart didn’t skip a be
at, she realized it was true. Steve was her boyfriend. She didn’t know how things would be after this weekend, but …

  “A shame.” He paused. “So, did you get Chan a proper burial?”

  “Not yet. The FRU are doing an autopsy to confirm cause of death.”

  “They should,” he said. “I was told it was freaky the way he got sick.”

  Della remembered that niggling concern that she could actually have the same virus Chan did. “What … I mean, how was it freaky?”

  “They said, he wasn’t feeling right for a while. I mean, he wasn’t feeling great when he left for Texas, but and they said he got a nasty rash.”

  Della inhaled, with a tiny bit of relief. She didn’t have a rash.

  Kevin shook his head. “You know he’s the first vampire I ever heard of that died of illness. I mean, I’ve lost several friends to gang fights and all, but I didn’t know we could get sick.”

  “There’s viruses and such,” Della said, thinking she’d just had one. Was still dealing with one, minus the headache. And the sooner it all went away and she had her sense of smell back the better.

  “Yeah, but they are like tiny colds, nothing that could kill you. I mean…” Kevin leaned his head back. “Company coming. Later!” He lit out.

  Della inhaled, but still got nothing. Then she heard it, a rush of air. It was fast. Fast enough that she knew it was one of two people. Burnett or Chase.

  The panty perv landed beside her. He took a sniff of the air. “Who was here?”

  “Just someone I wanted to chat with,” Della said.

  He glanced away. “Why are you meeting someone this late?”

  “None of your business.” She started walking then turned back around, deciding she didn’t have to mention Jenny, but she could still say what she knew. “Unless you want to tell me who you’ve been meeting out here late at night.”

  Surprise widened his eyes. “I don’t know what you mean.” His brow twitched.

  “The hell you don’t.”

  He looked puzzled. “How do you … Okay, fine, it was an old friend.” His brow didn’t shift; neither did his eyes. He told the truth.