Jeaniene Frost - Destined for an Early Grave

“What’s your location, Geri?”

“Crossing St. Ann Street and heading toward Bourbon. The bird still show he’s there?”

I checked the satellite imagery of the French Quarter on my borrowed laptop. The plane’s turbulence didn’t help, but I could still spot Bones. And the woman next to him.

“Affirmative. There’s a small time delay, as you know, but he should be there. You doing all right?”

Geri was nervous. I couldn’t blame her. She had to bring Bones in without getting him or herself killed. Yeah, I’d have been wigged, too.

“I’m good,” Geri said.

“Roger that. Now go get him.”

I was the only person Spade knew who had human connections without direct undead affiliations and who could amass airpower and support complete with cutting-edge weapons and technology. Sure, it could be argued that my old team had connections to Bones, but none of them were under his command anymore since I’d quit. I owed my uncle big for this.

Since she was human, Geri couldn’t see Fabian. He was there, though, trying to drop hints about our plan while not getting noticed by any of Marie’s people. That wasn’t an easy task. When this was over, I’d owe Fabian big, too. How does one repay a ghost? That was an issue I’d ponder later.

“Approaching target, going silent,” Geri whispered.

On-screen, I saw her nearing Bones. He was at Pat O’Brien’s, in the outside area, drinking what I guessed was his usual whiskey. His arm was slung around a pretty brunette, who was almost glued to him. Even now, her hand ran along his hip.

I clenched my fists. Bitch, you and I are going to have a long, bloody chat after this.

Cannelle couldn’t hear my mental warning, but Vlad could. He lounged in the chair opposite me, the jet’s turbulence not bothering him. We were on our way to the rendezvous point if all went well.

“You really don’t like her.”

I didn’t answer out loud. That might confuse Geri, since I was wearing a headset.

No. I really, really don’t.

“I know this is forward,” Geri purred through my earpiece as the satellite showed her reaching Bones and his companion, Cannelle, “but after seeing the two of you gorgeous creatures, I can’t decide who I want to fuck first.”

“Attagirl,” I whispered. God, cheerleading someone to hit on the man I loved! Why couldn’t I have a normal life?

Bones set his drink down. If he was surprised to see Geri, he didn’t show it. I sucked in a breath. What would he do? He had to know I’d sent Geri. Would he blow her cover? Or play along and get out of there?

“Easy decision, luv.” Her necklace picked up every nuance of his accent. “Ladies first. Isn’t that right, Cinnamon?”

Cannelle’s knowing laugh pierced me straight in the heart. The plane’s armrest lost a chunk.

“She looks very fierce, chéri . I was hoping for softer company, non ?”

Geri didn’t let Cannelle’s disparagement stumble her. She flicked her fingers in Bones’s drink, then made a good show of licking the alcohol off them.

“I’ll be as gentle as a lamb, honey.”

Geri really had come a long way since the person I’d trained months ago.

Cannelle caught Geri’s wrist, put her palm up to her lips, and did some licking of her own.

“We shall see.”

Then Cannelle put her arms around Bones and kissed him. Through Geri’s microphone, I could almost hear Cannelle grinding against him, her muted moan of enjoyment, and his masculine rumble as he pressed her closer.

A full two minutes later, he lifted his head. By then, I almost wanted him dead.

Vlad watched me without pity. “Someone else could be doing this.”

He was right. I’d insisted on being the relay. I didn’t trust anyone else for something so important, no matter that it was brutal for me.

“Get him moving,” I said to Geri, very low.

Geri stepped between them. “I don’t need foreplay,” she said, her throaty voice almost a purr. “Do we have to get to know each other? I just want to fuck like you can’t imagine.”

Bones disentangled himself from Cannelle to take Geri’s hand. “Hate to keep a lovely girl waiting. Come on, Cinnamon. This is who I want tonight.”

“Don’t I get to choose?”

I heard the pout in Cannelle’s voice. It was all I could do not to scream.

“Not this time, luv.”

“ Chéri —”

“Everyone else has been your choice,” he interrupted, leading them through the crowds. “Keep whinging, and I’ll make you wait until I’m done before you have her.”

“Bastard,” I spat, unable to help it. Everyone else? Wasn’t that just great!

Bones stopped at a curb. I tensed. Had he heard me through Geri’s earpiece?

But then they were moving again. I let out my breath. So far, so good. Bastard .

“Keep heading toward the church,” I said to Geri, almost inaudible.

Then I removed my headset and spoke into my cell phone.

“Okay, Don, deploy. They’re on their way. Tell Cooper not to drop the ladder until he’s fifty yards away.”

“Got it, Cat.”

I readjusted the headset. Geri was telling Bones that she wanted to have sex on the church’s roof, but Cannelle was protesting.

“ Non , there could be rats! Why can we not leave here for an evening? I told you I have very beautiful friends in Metairie I want you to meet.”

“Tell you what, sweet. We’ll go tomorrow. You’ve wanted me to meet these lasses for days, they must be terribly special.”

“Oui. Très magnifique.”

So Cannelle’s been trying to draw him out of the city, right to Gregor, I thought, anger rising. Maybe Vlad’s impalement hobby wasn’t such a bad idea. What was the matter with Bones that he hadn’t wondered at her insistence? Was he that blinded by lust?

“Tomorrow we’ll do what you fancy, and tonight shall be my evening,” Bones went on. “I promise you’ll see a new side of me.”

And me, too. I was really looking forward to seeing Cannelle in person again.

I couldn’t see the three of them anymore. They were off my satellite since they started walking. “Look around, Geri. Are you being followed?”

“You don’t think anyone will catch us climbing up onto the roof, do you?” Geri asked, sounding coy.

Bones kissed her. I couldn’t see it, but I could hear it. “Not at all.”

Okay. It was clear. God, I wanted this to be over soon. Safely, and soon.

“Ah, here’s the church. Now, my lovely, look at me for a moment. You don’t need to fret about my eyes or my teeth, right? You don’t notice anything unusual about them. You’re not afraid, because you know I won’t hurt you. Say it.”

“You won’t hurt me,” Geri repeated. “I’m not afraid.”

So, that’s how Bones got around the glowy gaze and pointy teeth when he fucked humans. I’d thought as much but never wanted to ask. I knew more about his past than I already cared to. This scene was for Cannelle’s benefit, I guessed, since Bones knew Geri was in on his secret. Just going through the usual motions.

I thought I’d puke.

“Cinnamon, shall we?”

“If we must, chéri. ”

“We must.”

After a few moments of noisy rustling sounds, Bones spoke again.

“The roof at last. No rats, petite, quit cringing.”

Vlad, get the chopper’s ETA.

He complied with the mental directive and took my cell, hitting redial.

“They’re on the roof,” he informed Don briefly. “How long?…Yes.” He set my cell back down. “Six minutes.”

“You’ve got six minutes, Geri. Remember, Bones has to have both you and Cannelle when he jumps, and she won’t want to go.”