worst.
I sat with Victor. He was alone and afraid, actually shaking. He needed someone to at least seem to be on his side. He was the alien among us, the human being among nonhumans, and he knew it.
“His name is Victor Colon,” I told the Gordons when we were settled. “Victor,” I said and waited until he looked at me. “Who are they?”
He responded in that quick, automatic way that said he wasn’t thinking. He was just responding obediently, answering the question with information he had been given. “They’re the Gordon family. Most of it.” He looked them over. “Two are missing. We were told there would be ten. Ten Gordons and
you.” He glanced at me.
I nodded. “Good. Relax now, listen to their questions and answer them all. Tell the truth.” I looked at the Gordons. They must know more than I did about questioning humans who had been misused by Ina. I would leave it to them as much as possible.
Preston said, “What else are we, Victor? What else do you know about us?”
“That you’re sick. That you’re doing medical experiments on people like the Nazis did. That you are prostituting women and kids. I believed it. Now, I don’t know if it’s true.” He was trembling more than ever. He jumped when I put my hand on his arm, then he settled down a little. “They said we all had to work together to stop you.”
“How many of you were there?” This was from Hayden, the other elder of the group. They were centuries old, Hayden and Preston, although they looked like tall, lean, middleaged men in their late forties or early fifties, perhaps. Their symbionts had told me they were the ones who had emigrated here from England, arriving at the colony of Virginia in the late eighteenth century.
“There were twenty-three of us at first,” Victor said. “Some got killed. Jesus, first five guys dead and now just about everyone else . . . Today there were eighteen of us.
“Eighteen.” Hayden said nodding. “And were they your friends, the other men? Did you know them well?”
“I didn’t know them at all until we all got together.” “They were strangers?”
“Yeah.”
“But you joined with them to come to kill us?”
Victor shook his head. “They said you were doing all this stuff . . .” “Where were you?” Preston asked quietly. “Where did you get together?”
“L. A.” Victor frowned. “I live in L. A.”
“And how were you recruited? How were you made part of the group that was to come for us?” Victor frowned. He didn’t appear to be in pain. It was as though he were trying hard to remember and
understand. He said, “It almost feels like I’ve always been working with them. I mean, I know I wasn’t, but it really feels like that, like nothing really matters but the work we did together. I remember I had been watching TV with my brother and two of my cousins. The Lakers were on. Basketball, you know? I needed some cigarettes. I went down to the liquor store to buy some, and this tall, skinny, pale guy
pulled me into an alley. He was goddamn strong. I couldn’t get away from him. He . . . he bit me.” Victor looked down at me. “I thought he was crazy. I fought. I’m strong. But then he told me to stop fighting. And I did.” He stopped talking, looked at me, suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders. “What do you people do to us when you bite us? What is it? You’re goddamn vampires!”
He shook me. I think he meant to hurt me, but he wasn’t really strong enough to do that. I took his hands, first one, then the other, from my arms. I held them between my hands and looked into his frightened eyes.
“Answer us honestly, Victor, and you’ll be all right. Relax. You’ll be all right.” “I don’t want you to bite me again,” he said.
I shrugged. “All right.”
“No!” he shouted. And then more softly, “No, I’m lying. I do want it again, tomorrow, now, anytime. I
need it!” His voice dropped to a whisper. “But I don’t want to need it. It’s like coke or something.”
I suddenly felt like hugging him, comforting him, but I didn’t move. “Relax, Victor,” I said. “Just relax and answer our questions.”
The Gordons watched both of us with obvious interest. Daniel, in particular, never looked away from me. I supposed that I was as much on trial as Victor was but in a different way. What did I remember? How well did I compensate for what I didn’t remember?
Did they still want me? I thought Daniel did. His scent pulled at me. His brothers smelled interesting, but his scent was disturbing. Compelling.
I sighed and dragged my attention back to Victor. I looked from Preston to Hayden. The others had left the questioning to them so far.
“Victor,” Preston said, “where were you taken after you were bitten for the first time?”
“The guy had a big Toyota Sequoia. He told me to get in and just sit there. I did, and he just drove around. He was spotting other guys and picking them up. I guess I was his first catch of the night. He caught five more guys, then he took us all out to some houses up above Altadena, up in the San Gabriel Mountains, kind of all by themselves on a dead-end road. His family was there. They all looked like him—tall, lean, pale guys. And there were a lot of other just ordinary people.”
There was a stir among the Gordons. They didn’t say anything, but I could see that they knew something. Most likely, they knew which Ina family lived aboveAltadena in the San Gabriel Mountains. I had no idea how far away these places might be, but they did.
“Victor,” Hayden said, “when did all this happen? When were you taken and bitten for the first time?”
He frowned. “More than a month ago? Yeah, it was that long. Maybe six weeks.”
I could see what was coming. I stared at the rug, needing to hear more, needing to hear everything, but not quite wanting to hear it. It was only reasonable that Victor had been one of those used to kill both my families.
“So you’ve done other jobs, then, haven’t you?” Hayden continued.
“Up in Washington State, yeah,” Victor agreed. “We did three jobs up there.” “How did you get there?”
“They flew us up in private planes with all our gear. Then we rented cars. Followed the maps we were given.”
“So they gave you new identities? Credit cards?”
“Not me. Five of the other guys. And they gave them plenty of cash. They had cell phones, too. They’d call in when we were ready to do a job and tell us to go ahead. Then they’d call in afterward and we’d
be told what to do next, which was mostly to get motel rooms and wait for the call to get into position for the next job. The five guys they chose, they were all ex-military. One used to be Special Forces. They told the rest of us what to do.”
So by now, with no phone call, their bosses must have realized that something was wrong. I wondered how long it would take these enemy Ina to collect new human tools and send them out to try again.
“You said you did three jobs,” Preston said. “Where in Washington did you do those . . . jobs?” “One a few miles outside a little town called Gold Bar. Another not too far from a town called ...
Darlington? No, Darrington. That’s it. And one at a house near the town of Arlington. That’s all up in
western Washington. Pretty country. Trees, mountains, rivers, waterfalls, little towns. Nothing like L. A.” “You were successful in Washington?”
“Yeah, mostly. We hit the first two, and everything went the way it was supposed to. Something went wrong at the third. People got killed. The cops almost got us.”
“Weren’t people supposed to get killed?”
“I mean . . . our people got killed. We didn’t know what happened at first. Later we heard on the radio that two got shot and three had their throats ripped out. The rest of us never saw what did that—a dog, maybe. A big dog. Anyway, the cops were coming, and we had to run.”
I thought about telling him exactly what had killed his friends, then decided not to. None of it was his doing, really. Even so, I didn’t want to be sitting next to him any longer. I didn’t want to know him or ever see him again. But he was not the one who would pay for what had been done to my families. He was not the one I had to stop if I were going to survive.
I took a deep breath and spoke to Preston. “Do you know who’s doing this?”
He looked at Victor. “Who are they, Victor? What’s the name of the family who recruited you and sent you to kill us?”
Victor’s body jerked as though someone had kicked him. He looked at me desperately, confusion and pain in his eyes.
Hayden picked up the question. “Do you know them, Victor? What is their family name?” Victor nodded quickly, eager to please. “I know, but I can’t say . . . please, I can’t.”
“Is the name ‘Silk’?”
Victor grabbed his head with both hands and screamed—a long, ragged, tearing shriek. Then he passed out.
I didn’t want to care. It was clear from the Gordons’ expressions that they didn’t care. But I had bitten him twice. I didn’t want him, wouldn’t have kept him as my symbiont, but I did care what happened to him. I couldn’t ignore him. It seemed that the bites made me feel connected to him and at least a little responsible for him.
I listened to his heartbeat, first racing, then slowing to a strong, regular beat. His breathing stuttered to a regular sleeping rhythm. “What can we do with him?” I asked Preston. “I can talk him into forgetting all this and send him home, but what if the Silk family picks him up again?”
“You feel that you need to help him, in spite of everything?” he asked.
I nodded. “I don’t want him. I don’t like him. But none of this really has anything to do with him.” He looked around at his brother and his sons. Most of them shrugged.
Daniel said, “I don’t think the Silks will bother about him. They won’t know he survived. They probably don’t even know exactly where he lived before they picked him up. He’s just a tool. They might have rewarded him if he survived, but if they think he’s dead, that will be the end of it.
