So. You wanna know where I live do you?
“I live here.”
“Oh. Well, I should think you’d want to live with the rest of your employees. Your team, is it?”
“We all live here.”
“I see.”
“Miz Hughes, did you call for a reason?”
“Oh, yes. It’s about your check for
“What about it? I told you we don’t work without half up front.”
“Oh, I know, I know. I understand. I wasn’t complaining. You’ll get your check tonight as we agreed.”
“Then what’s the point?”
“Well, I just thought that I could bring it over instead of using a messenger.”
“Okay. Come on over.”
“Oh. Well, I couldn’t do it right now. I’ve got some… well, some shopping to do in town first. I so rarely get to come to Dallas. But being a man I don’t think you’d understand. Anyway, I just wondered if you were going to be there when I finished so I could give you the check personally.”
“When would that be?”
“Oh, I don’t know. About nine o’clock?”
“Would that be all right?”
What Jack
Let’s get this straight, bitch. First you wanna know where we’re gonna be after sundown because, while there are ghouls slaughtering your citizens in your courthouse square every night, you’re gonna take the time to pick up some pantyhose?
Right.
But what he
There was a mirror on the wall over the table holding the phone and Jack Crow stared at his reflection in it, stared at it good and hard until some things fell away and some others came clear to him again.
“Asshole,” he whispered angrily at the face.
It was time to be a leader. So do some leader-type shit for a change, you whining bastard!
Rock and roll!
He spun around and there they all were, his team, watching and waiting and wondering what was going on.
He didn’t tell them — this was his burden, godammit!
He gave them orders instead.
Get out. Get all the stuff you can carry easily and walk out of the hotel.
Gents, I want you all to…
“Carl? What’s the range on that detector? Can you put the sensor in one spot and have it ring or whatever someplace else?”
Carl shrugged. “If it’s not too far.”
“How about from this room to a truck parked down on the street?”
“Sure. I… Hey! What’s going on?”
“Shaddup. Annabelle, take Davette and go to the Seven-Eleven on, I dunno, Mockingbird and Central, and get the number of the last pay phone in the row and start calling it after sundown every half hour. Don’t stop moving except to do that. Adam? You go with them. Make sure they call from a different spot each time. In fact, you do the calling. Don’t let them outta the car and don’t let the driver stop the motor. You hear?”
Adam nodded. “Yessir.”
“All right. Let’s go, folks. Now. The rest of us have got weapons to collect.”
No one moved. Then Annabelle stood up and faced him.
“Jack, I want to know what’s going on!” Her voice sounded frightened.
Jack regarded her calmly. “I don’t blame you. Get moving.”
“But I…”
“
They moved.
At a quarter to nine their Chevy Suburban slid silently to the downtown curb. Cat was at the wheel. Jack sat beside him in the front seat, the crossbow between them. In the back seat Carl sat fiddling with his gadget.
Jack rolled his window down and began to chain-smoke and told the others to shut the fuck up until he said otherwise. They shut up.
At 8:54, on the dot, the detector went off like a fire bell. Carl and Cat jumped about a foot apiece. Jack just nodded to himself, a grim smile on his face.
“What,” asked Cat, staring up at the hotel, “does all this mean?”
Jack Crow took his eyes from the building and faced him.
“Rock and roll. Same as always. Only more so. Hit it.”
They made their connection at the phone outside the Seven-Eleven. Crow told Adam where to meet them, hung up, got back into the Suburban, and ordered Cat to drive to the Antwar Saloon.
Cat did so. But nervously, with difficulty. For he found it hard to take his eyes from Jack Crow, whose silently roaring presence filled the cab.
Jack stomped through the saloon doors with Cat and Carl trailing him. He hushed the waitress who tried to bar their ascent to Felix’s apartment. They found him at his desk beside the widow overlooking the bar. He had seen them coming.
Now he rose, frowning. “Look, Crow. I—”
“Cut the shit, Felix!” snapped Crow, striding toward him.
“But I—”
Jack’s fist slamming onto the desktop sounded like a thunderclap. It made the lamp jump.
“I said cut the shit! There’s no
And it was suddenly very quiet. Slowly, Crow sat down in the visitor’s chair. Just as slowly, Felix sat down in his own. They both lit cigarettes.
Then Jack leaned forward and told Felix what was what. In a calm, deliberate tone he explained about having to go to Cleburne, Texas, in the morning to fight vampires who not only knew they were coming but had arranged the trap just for them. Cat and Carl, standing by the door, exchanged pale glances.
“What do you mean it’s a trap?” Cat interrupted.
Jack didn’t bother to turn around. “Think back, Cherry. He called my name when he chased the truck.”
Cat blinked, thought back, went suddenly more pale.
“My God,” he whispered, almost to himself.
Felix listened without a sound, looking tight and grim and dark through the smoke, as Jack finished his monologue.
Jack was quiet for several seconds after he’d finished. Then he leaned backward in his chair and held out his hand. After a second Carl reached into a pocket and brought out a slim wooden box. Jack took the box without looking at Carl. He flipped the lid open and slid the box across the smooth desktop.
The silver bullets gleamed brightly in the light from the lamp.
“You still use a Browning nine-millimeter?” he asked gently.
Felix was staring at the bullets. He nodded. Then he looked up at Crow. “But I don’t own one,” he added hopefully.
Jack smiled. He snapped his fingers above his head. Cat stepped forward carrying a canvas bag. From inside he took and unwrapped from cloth three automatics and laid them heavily on the wood-grained desktop.
Then he stepped back.
Felix stared at the guns. He rose slowly, put his hands in his pockets, and stepped over to the window and gazed blankly down. No one spoke, watching him.
