Blood Drive - Anna Strong 2 by Jeanne C. Stein

Author:Jeanne C. Stein
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-02-09T02:34:51+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

The Blues Brothers are Feds? “No way,” I tell Williams. “They can’t be.”

“Yeah? Tell them that. They’re on their way to my office as we speak. And they want to see you. I told them you’d be here, so get in that hot car of yours and come down. Now.”

He disconnects and I’m left listening to dead air. This doesn’t add up. If they are Feds, what were they doing at Frey’s? And why didn’t they identify themselves?

Shit.

Since I hadn’t had time to put my purse down or take off my jacket, I do an about face and head back to the car. SDPD Headquarters is on Broadway between 13th and 14th. Shouldn’t take me longer than fifteen minutes. For once, I’m actually hoping lunch hour traffic will slow me down. I need time to think.

As luck will have it, I hit every green light. There’s not a trolley or train crossing to halt my progress, and I find a parking space right in front of the big granite and blue steel building. Since it’s located across from CityCollege, that’s no mean feat. I deposit the requisite coins in the meter and go inside. The reception area is utilitarian-blue plastic benches not designed for comfort, one cop behind the desk, a line of about ten people ahead of me. I shift restlessly from foot to foot, awaiting my turn with the receptionist. Williams left word that I was expected, and the desk sergeant gives me a code to use on the elevator. Part of building security. No one accesses anything except the reception area without a code of some kind or another.

The elevator whooshes up to the top floor. Another uniformed cop greets me in another reception area. Williams has left orders to usher me right in.

It’s the first time I’ve met Williams on his home turf. He’s seated at a big mahogany desk, a manila folder open in front of him. He doesn’t look up, and only acknowledges my presence by a wave of a hand toward one of three chairs across from him. He doesn’t use vampire wavelengths to project a single thought or emotion. His mind is a closed, black void. I make sure mine is, too.

I take a seat and glance around. His office is impressive-big, lots of windows, with a view over the CoronadoBayBridge. There are bookcases full of memorabilia from past and present. Lots of cop stuff, like old badges and antique guns. Only another vampire would speculate if he has personally used this stuff in past generations as a lawman. For the first time I wonder if Williams has always been a cop.

I swing my gaze back to him. His bearing is different here, his attitude toward me colder and more professional. In his uniform, he cuts a striking figure. He’s tall, over six foot, lean. I expect he must have been the same age as me when he became a vampire, thirty or so, because his skin is smooth, his face unlined except for tiny laugh lines that radiate from the corners of his eyes.

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