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.Their guide unlocked the last door, keeping up her patter the whole time, though with an effort.She flipped a light switch, and the tunnel appeared, running straight for about ten yards before turning to veer right.Lakeisha said, “Let me ask you a question.” Relieved, the girl looked at the cute dark-skinned vampire inquiringly.Lakeisha said, “See how big my eyes are?” The next minute, the girl was under.“Sit on the floor here and wait until we come back,” Lakeisha said, and the girl smiled and nodded agreeably.The vampires were all used to enclosed spaces, and they all had excellent vision.Dahlia barely seemed to touch the ground as she began to move forward.At first, two of them could walk abreast.After the jog to the right, the old tunnel narrowed.The walls were brick, plastered here and there.Every now and then the narrow space widened into a storeroom, littered with old signs, broken chairs, all sorts of debris discarded from the businesses above.From time to time a ghostly door, sometimes with glass panels still intact, offered access to an underground saloon or whorehouse that hadn’t seen a customer in seventy years.“This is great,” Roscoe said.Though Dahlia didn’t reply, she agreed completely.They didn’t meet any other tours, because Cedric had booked them all.For two hours, the vampires owned the tunnels below old Rhodes.Dahlia brought the party to a halt when she figured they were two blocks away from Field Street.She whispered: “You heard Cedric.No killing.If they resist, you can break a bone.” Despite the embargo, they were all tense with anticipation.It had been a long time since a worthy battle had come their way.This was a good moment to be a vampire.With a sharp nod, Dahlia turned and raced down the last section of tunnel.IN the end, the conquering of the Fellowship bombers was almost anticlimactic.There were only seven conspirators below the Fellowship headquarters.Of those, two had been too close to their own handiwork and had been injured by flying debris from the Pyramid.Only three men resisted with any determination, and Taffy, who got to the group seconds before Dahlia, had subdued the largest of these with no trouble at all by kicking him in the ribs.Jonathan and Roscoe took care of the others.Rather than herd their hostages back to Cappelini’s, Dahlia decided to surface at the closest access point.Lakeisha used her cell phone to call the two vampires guarding that spot, their signal to alert the police that there were prisoners to deliver.Instead of feeling triumphant, Dahlia found herself doubtful.Surely there should have been more Fellowship people in hiding?“Wait!” she called at the first flight of stairs.She turned.Taffy, right behind her, was carrying the man whose ribs she’d broken.He was groaning, the noise irritating her.To make sure a rib didn’t puncture the human’s lung, Taffy was carrying the man in front of her.Dahlia looked into his unshaven face.“What’s your name?” she asked, and the man began to recite some membership number the Fellowship had allotted him.“That’s even more irritating than the pain noises,” she said.“Shut up, asshole.”He cut himself off in mid-number.The practical Lakeisha extracted a wallet from his pants.“This particular asshole is named Nick DeLeo.”“Ever talked to a vampire before, Nick?”“I don’t deal with hell spawn,” the man said.“I was not spawned by hell.I met with something much older than myself in Crete, more years ago than you can imagine.I will still be here when your children are dust, if anyone deigns to breed with you.” That seemed doubtful to Dahlia.“Where are the others?”“I’m not supposed to tell you that,” he said.It was hard for him to look formidable when a woman was carrying him, and he gave up the attempt when Dahlia came even closer.He flinched.“Yes,” Dahlia said with some satisfaction.“I’m truly frightening.You can hardly imagine the pain I’ll cause you, if you don’t tell me what I want to know.”“Don’t tell him, Ni—aaargh!” A scream effectively ended another hostage’s exhortation.“Oh, Roscoe, is he hurt?” Dahlia asked with patently false concern [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]