dressed in similar costume-style clothing, unless there had been a big sale at Goths-R-Us.
I felt my shoulders sag in relief, and I slipped my hand out of my pocket. Anytime one of my bouts of constructive paranoia didn’t pan out was a good time.
“Sir,” said a gruff voice from behind me. “The mall is closed. You want to tell me what you’re doing here?”
I turned to face a squat, blocky man with watery blue eyes and no chin. He’d grown a thick brown-gold walrus mustache that emphasized rather than distracted from the lack. He had a high hairline, a brown uniform, and what looked like a cop’s weapon belt until you saw that he had a walkie-talkie where the sidearm would be, next to a tiny can of Mace. His name tag read RAYMOND.
“Observing suspicious activity, Raymond,” I said, and hooked my chin vaguely back at the bistro. “See that? People hanging around in the mall after hours. Weird.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Wait. Don’t I know you?”
I pursed my lips and thought. “Oh, right. Six, seven years ago, at Shoegasm.”
He grunted in recognition. “The phony psychic.”
“Consultant,” I responded. “And from what I hear, their inventory stopped shrinking. Which hadn’t happened before I showed up.”
Raymond gave me a look that would have cowed lesser men. Much, much lesser men. Like maybe fourth graders. “If you aren’t with the group, you’re gone. You want to leave, or would you rather I took care of it for you?”
“Stop,” I said. “You’re scaring me.”
Raymond’s mustache quivered. He apparently wasn’t used to people who didn’t take him seriously. Plus, I was much, much bigger than he was.
“’Allo, ’Ah-ree,” came my brother’s voice from behind me.
I turned to find Thomas there, dressed in tight black pants and a blousy red silk shirt. His shoulder-length hair was tied back in a tail with a matching red ribbon. His face didn’t look much like mine, except around the eyes and maybe the chin. Thomas was good-looking the way Mozart was talented. There were people on the covers of magazines and on television and on movie screens who despaired of ever looking as good as Thomas.
On his arm was a slim young girl, quite pretty and wholesome-looking, wearing leather pants that rode low on her hips and a red bikini top, her silky brown hair artfully mussed. I recognized her from Thomas’s shop, a young woman named Sarah.
“Harry!” she said. “Oh, it’s nice to see you again.” She nudged Thomas with her hip. “Isn’t it?”
“Always,” Thomas, smiling, said in his French accent.
“Hello, Mr. Raymond!” Sarah said, brightly.
Raymond scowled at me and asked Sarah, “He with you?”
“But of course,” Thomas said in that annoying French way, giving Raymond his most brilliant smile.
Raymond grunted and took his hand away from the radio. Lucky me. I had evidently been dismissed from Raymond’s world. “I was going to tell you I’m going to be in the parking lot, replacing a camera we’ve got down, if you need me.”
“
Raymond grunted. He gave me a sour look, picked up a toolbox from where he’d set it aside, along with his coat and a stepladder, and headed out to the parking lot.
“’Ah-ree, you know Say-rah,” Thomas said.
“Never had the pleasure of an introduction,” I said, and offered Sarah my hand.
She took it, smiling. “I take it you aren’t here to play Evernight?”
I looked from her to the costumed people. “Oh,” I said. “
“A LARP,” she said.
I looked blank for a second. “Is that like a lark?”
She grinned. “LARP,” she repeated. “Live action role-playing.”
“Live action . . . vampire role-playing, I guess,” I said. I looked at Thomas. “And this is why you are here?”
Thomas gave me a sunny smile and nodded. “She asked me to pretend to be a vampire, just for tonight,” he said. “And straight.”
No wonder he was having a good time.
Sarah beamed at me. “Thomas
I’ll just bet they did. There were times when my brother’s cover as a flamingly gay hairdresser really grated. And it wasn’t as though I could go around telling people we were related—not with the White Council of Wizards at war with the Vampire Courts.
“How nice,” I told Sarah. I was never getting out of the role people had assumed for me around Thomas. “Thomas, can we talk for a moment?”
“
I watched her go, in her tight pants and skimpy top, and sighed. She had an awfully appealing curve of back and hip, and just enough bounce to make the motion pleasant, and there was no way I could ever even think about flirting with her.
“Roll your tongue back up into your mouth before someone notices,” Thomas said, sotto voce. “I’ve got a cover to keep.”
“Tell them I’m larping like I’m straight,” I said, and we turned to walk down the entry hall, a little away from the bistro. “Pretending to be a vampire, huh?”
“It’s fun,” Thomas said. “I’m like a guest star on the season finale.”
I eyed him. “Vampires aren’t fun and games.”
“I know that,” Thomas said. “You know that. But
“You aren’t doing them any favors,” I said.
“Lighten up,” Thomas said. The words were teasing, but there were serious undertones to his voice. “They’re having fun, and I’m helping. I don’t get a chance to do that very often.”
“By making light of something that is a very real danger.”
He stopped and faced me. “They’re
I gave him a sour look. “If you weren’t my brother, I’d probably tell you that you have some awfully nerdy hobbies.”
We reached the front doors. Thomas studied himself in the glass and struck a pose. “True, but I look gorgeous doing them. Besides, Sarah worked eleven Fridays to Mondays in a row without a complaint. She earned a favor.”
Outside, the snow was thickening. Raymond was atop his ladder, fiddling with the camera. Molly was watching him. I waved until I got her attention, then made a little outline figure of a box with my fingers, and beckoned her. She nodded and killed the engine.
“I came in here expecting trouble. We’re lucky I didn’t bounce a few of these kids off the ceiling before I realized they weren’t something from the dark side.”
“Bah,” Thomas said. “Never happen. You’re careful.”
I snorted. “I hope you won’t mind if I just give you your present and run.”
“Wow,” Thomas said. “Gracious much?”
“Up yours,” I said as Molly grabbed the present and hurried in through the cold, shivering all the way. “And happy birthday.”
He turned to me and gave me a small, genuinely pleased smile. “Thank you.”
There was a