The Last of the Red-Hot Vampires

A hundred whispered comments rippled the air behind us.

Thank them, Theo ordered.

'Thank you for your generosity,' I said, trying hard to keep any trace of the sarcasm I felt from lacing my words. I turned to leave, but Disin stopped me.

'You may have passed the fifth trial, Portia Harding, but you have not satisfied us that you do not have some involvement in the death of the virtue named Hope.'

'I haven't…' I shook my head, confused. 'I don't understand. Doesn't passing the test prove I have a pure heart? How can I have a pure heart and have murdered Hope?'

Disin's lips tightened. 'Even purity is subjective to interpretation. What we call a heartless murder, you may truly believe is for the better good. Thus, it is entirely possible that in your mind your heart is pure.'

'But…'

'If you did not kill Hope, the onus is upon you to prove who did,' Disin interrupted. 'Should you fail to do so by the new moon, you will be stripped of the Gift given to you, and banished from the Court forever.'

When's the new moon? I asked Theo, more than a little stunned by the mare's demand.

I'm not sure. A week, I think. Perhaps two.

Like we don't have enough to do, now we have to figure out what happened to Hope?

I'm afraid we're not going to have much of a choice.

'I am a physicist, not a detective,' I told Disin. 'Don't you people have some sort of a police force that would be better suited to investigate her death? Aren't those Hashmallim guys your security people?'

'If you are not responsible for her death, then you are in the best position to determine who did cause it,' Disin said dismissively.

'But I have no experience finding murderers—'

'You summoned Hope and accepted her position. With that goes responsibility.'

I felt like screaming. Did no one else see the error in her logic? 'I understand that, but it doesn't follow that I'll know how to find out who killed her.'

Portia, do not continue. It will do no good; they've made up their minds.

But I don't know the first thing about detecting!

Then we will learn. Thank the mare.

They're using me as a scapegoat, you know.

I know. But we have no choice.

He had a point.

'Thank you again for your generosity,' I said, hoping that the sarcasm which laced my thoughts wasn't evident in my words.

Disin inclined her head, and left the park with the other two mare.

The officious little man who had started the hearing bustled up to us as the remaining crowd dispersed to their various destinations. 'You must leave the Court now. I will escort you to the exit.'

'We can find our own way out—' I started to say.

'I will escort you,' he said with a meaningful look in his eye.

We suffered his presence in silence as we walked through the cobblestoned streets to the wooden doorway that led back to the normal world. I stepped through the doorway, back to the small, unused office, and with my return, the weight of the world seemed to descend upon my shoulders.

'Now what do we do?' I asked, hopelessness welling within me.

Theo smiled and kissed the tips of my fingers on the hand he still held. 'Now, sweetling, we find a murderer.'

'I don't know the first thing about solving a murder…' I smiled as a thought struck me. 'But I know someone who used to write mysteries before she switched to romances.'

Chapter 16

'Right, the first thing we need to do is make a list of people who wanted Hope dead.' Sarah sucked thoughtfully at the end of her pen, then quickly wrote down my name at the top of a sheet of paper.

'Hey!' I protested. 'Didn't you hear a thing I've said for the last hour? I did not kill Hope, which you of all people should know.'

'Of course I know it. But all good detectives make a list of all possible suspects, then eliminate them one by one until only one person remains on the list—the killer. What was the name of that man who tried to seduce you?'

I slumped across the table we had commandeered in the corner of the pub upon returning to town, my forehead in my hands. Theo sat next to me, looking wistfully at someone a few tables away who was sipping a whisky and soda. 'No one tried to seduce me except Theo, and I seduced him right back. Oh, wait, you mean Gabriel the cherub?'

'That's the fellow.' Sarah added his name to the list, tapped the pen on her lips for a moment while she thought, and added the names of the trial proctors I'd had to date. 'Who else have you met?'

'Sarah, you can't list everyone I've run across,' I protested.

'Don't be silly; that's how it works. Let's see, so far we have you and Theo, included for thoroughness, a Guardian, three trial proctors, one demon, and the prince of hell. Anyone else?'

I sighed. 'There is no cast of characters you can run down, you know.'

'Yuh-huh. If you didn't murder Hope, and I agree that's highly unlikely, then someone you've met must have.'

The barmaid walked past with a tray holding two glasses of wine and a couple of mixed drinks. Theo's gaze watched the drink tray with an avidity that bespoke a hunger of a different sort than we'd fulfilled before meeting with Sarah.

'This is not one of your books, Sarah. This is real life, my life, and there's no earthly reason to believe that whoever killed Hope is someone I've met.'

The pub owner walked behind the bar and set a pint glass beneath a Guinness tap, the thick blackish-brown liquid slowly filling the glass. Theo moaned softly to himself.

'Would you like me to get you a beverage?' I asked him.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. It took some doing, but he managed to drag his eyes off the pub owner and turn them to me, shaking his head. 'Christian said I shouldn't until I'm used to the new diet.'

I rubbed the leg that pressed against mine, enjoying the flex of his thigh muscles as much as I knew he was.

'Interesting,' Sarah said, watching Theo for a moment before making another note. 'Can't drink anything but blood. Very interesting.'

'Portia's right,' he said, ignoring Sarah's note-taking to frown at the tabletop. 'We don't know that the person who killed Hope is someone we've encountered in the last few days. We don't even know when or where or how Hope died. For that matter, we don't know if she's really dead. No one has found her body. What we need is solid information, upon which we can base an investigation.'

My heart swelled with delight. I love it when you are logical.

I'm always logical!

Not always, but when you are, it makes my toes curl.

He gave me a mental eye roll that had me giggling to myself.

'I suppose,' Sarah admitted, pulling my attention back to the matter at hand.

'I agree, it makes sense. Who can we go to in order to get that info?'

Theo averted his eyes as the barmaid walked past with a large martini. 'Most of the people who would have access to that information are in the Court of Divine Blood. But with the ban in place, they are out of reach to