Did McVey feel the same? They were in his truck, driving. She couldnt read his profile, and he hadnt really looked at her or talked to her, so who knew?
There was that other thing, too; the part about her face having been in his head for fifteen years. What was she supposed to do with that weird knowledge?
He finally glanced over as they neared the outskirts of the Hollow. Youre annoyed, arent you, Red? I can feel the vibes taking bites out of me.
Amara flicked him a similar look. Dont flatter yourself, McVey. Its been a very bizarre night. I was torn between kissing you and kneeing you. It just so happens Im a pacifist.
Is that why I have four gouges in my left cheek?
You tackled me in my grandmothers house. Maybe youre renting it at the moment, but I didnt know that going in.
Breaking in.
Her lips curved. Im fairly certain that using a key to enter a property cant be construed as a break-in. However, to answer your question, yes, Im annoyed, just not for the reason you probably think. Lowering the visor, she regarded the tangled mess of her hair, sighed and began rooting through her shoulder bag for a brush. I liked it.
I know.
She heard the amusement in his tone and told herself not to react. I know you know. Thats why Im annoyed. Tell me she worked the brush through the tangles do you eat midnight snacks?
Not anymore. He swung onto Main Street, made a wide U-turn and stopped in a no-parking zone. You might want to stay behind me when we go inside. I see two broken windows.
I see four. I hope whoever broke them likes mucking out stables. Male or female, when it comes to serious property damage, Uncle Lazarus is a tyrant.
You know your familys a little scary, right?
Which side?
Take your pick, he said as they approached the front door. Now, unless your repertoire contains a curse for every occasion, remember to stick close when we go in.
Low lights tinged with red burned throughout the bar. Kiss rocked the jukebox and glass crunched like pebbles underfoot. Oh, yeah, Amara thought, Uncle Lazarus would be plenty pissed.
To the left of the entryway, behind a long line of pool tables, a dozen broken chairs and tables sat in a cockeyed heap. Groups of customers continued to hurl insults back and forth across the remaining tables. Amara spotted more than a few drops of blood both on the people and on the floor.
Well, hallelujah, Chief, you made it. A tall man with receding brown hair, heavy stubble and bean-black eyes pushed through the crowd. He wore a tan T-shirt, a shoulder holster and a frown that became a sneer when he spied his newly arrived Bellam cousin.
Spit and Ill suspend you, McVey warned, not looking at him. I assume you two have met.
I know who she is. A muscle twitched in Jakes jaw. She dont look much different than she did the night she gave my brother Jimbo the screaming meemies up on Ravens Ridge.
I imagine that was unintentional, Deputy.
As a wave of people began to enfold him, Amara shrugged. It wasnt, actually. I meant to scare him, and it worked.
Jimbo was a year and a half younger than you, Jake accused.
He was also forty pounds heavier, six inches taller and trying very hard to coax me into jumping off the edge of the cliff.
You couldve said no.
He said he didnt like that word. Push, though...he liked that word a lot.
Jake thrust his chin out. He was a kid.
So was I.
He still half believes one of his spooky Bellam cousins can talk to ravens and make them do her bidding. Frigging witch.
Losing patience, Amara regarded him through her lashes. Dont tempt me. Im older now and less...tolerant.
Jake showed his teeth but didnt, she noticed, utter another word.
Smart man. Through a crowd that was now vying loudly for his attention, McVey indicated the carnage in the corner. How many arrests have you made?
Jake dragged his resentful gaze from Amara. Six. When you didnt show, I called the Hardens in to help out.
Part-time Hollow deputies, McVey said over his shoulder. Twins.
Thick as bricks, the pair of them. Jake snarled at a trio of men who elbowed him aside and began pleading their cases to McVey. The Hardens are kin to Tyler Blume. No idea why he took the job, but Tylers the police chief here in the Hollow. He raised his voice. A town we Cove cops are being forced to watch over while hes off snorkeling with his new Bellam wife.
That would be my cousin Molly. When McVey shifted his attention from the squabbling men to arch a brow in Amaras direction, she let her eyes sparkle. It gets complicated very quickly if you start talking relatives around here. Think of me and Nana as the link between two feuding families. Without missing a beat, she offered a placid, Say missing link, Jake, and youll have hemorrhoids by the end of your shift.
She felt the deputys glare before he pushed his way to McVeys other side.
A man with a pockmarked face and no neck shouted over Amaras head, Was a Blume who started it, McVey. Called our beer donkeyer, well, anyway, he accused Yolanda of cutting it.
Amara poked McVeys hip. Does Yolanda Bellam manage this bar?
More or less.... Yeah, Frank, I heard you.... From your expression, Id speculate you and Yolanda arent BFFs.
Put it this way, if Id known she was here, Id have taken my chances with the shooter up at Nanas.
On cue, a high female voice sliced through the predominately male grumbles. Amara? My God, is it really you?
Her cousin had a little-girl drawl, glossy pink lips and red-blond curls clipped back at the sides to show off her angelic face.
Yeah, right, angelic, Amara thought, tipping her lips into a smile as a pair of wide blue eyes joined the mix. Hey, Yolanda. Its been Well, years.
Her cousin pushed a man out of her path, slung the dish towel she carried over her shoulder and spread her arms in welcome.
Cousin Ammies back. And isnt she a living doll? She brought me the best present ever. Those welcoming arms knocked Amara aside and wrapped themselves tightly around McVeys neck. Hows the handsomest lawman on the East Coast tonight? Her eyes and mouth grew suddenly tragic. Youll make them pay, wont you, McVey? I tried, but I couldnt get any such promise out of your mean-mouthed deputy.
Amaras opinion of Jake shot up ten full points. She wasnt so sure about McVey.
To his credit, however, he removed her clinging arms, sent Amara a humorous look and headed for the pool tables, where three men with pierced body parts were holding their cues like baseball bats.
Yolanda pouted after him...until someone stepped on her foot and then the pout became a snarl. You still nipping chins and lifting butts?
Unruffled, Amara smiled. Why? Are you looking for a freebie?
I wouldnt come to you if I was.
Only because we apply the word in different ways.
Yolandas fists balled. I could blacken both your eyes, you know.
Id say the same, except youve already done it yourself.
I Damn! Wiping a finger under her lower lashes, Yolanda scowled. Some dumb Blume threw a beer and got me square in the face. She gave her other eye a wipe. Talk to me, Amara. Why have you come here after fifteen years of not here?
Id say the same, except youve already done it yourself.
I Damn! Wiping a finger under her lower lashes, Yolanda scowled. Some dumb Blume threw a beer and got me square in the face. She gave her other eye a wipe. Talk to me, Amara. Why have you come here after fifteen years of not here?
I wanted to see Nana.
In that case, Portlands an hours drive south and have a nice flight. Nanas in St. Croix. Or maybe its the Cayman Islands. Anyway, youll find her if you look hard enough. With the speed of a striking snake, she grabbed Amaras trench coat and yanked her forward to hiss, Hes mine. You got that?
Amara pried her hand away. I got it when you turned into a barnacle a minute ago.
Her cousins eyes flashed. I can make your life hell.
You can try. And, she admitted silently, might have succeeded if Jimmy Sparks hadnt beaten her to it. In an effort to keep the peace, Yolanda, if McVey says hes yours, hes yours. And welcome to you.
A finger jabbed her shoulder. You cant stay at Nanas house while youre here.
Yep, figured that one out, too.
Cant stay with me and Larry, either.
Your brother, Larry, the nighttime nudist? Uh, no.
The overhead lights surged and faded and caused an icy finger to slide along Amaras spine.
Stupid wind. But Yolanda observed her more keenly now. A little raven told me you had some heavy court action going on down south. Saw someone die who wasnt on your operating table when it happened.
She didnt need this, Amara thought, but rather than snap at her cousin, she shrugged it off. I saw. I testified. Its done. When the lights faded again, she added a quick, Uh, hows Uncle Lazarus?
Yolanda sniffed. Still pays me next to nothing to manage this rude branch of hell, but hes a Blume, so what do you expect? Her lips quirked. Word is the man you testified against is the mean and powerful head of a family thats into all sorts of nasty things. Extortion, weapons, drugsmurder.
My, what big ears you have, Grandma. His pool-player problems apparently dealt with, McVey surprised Amara by dropping an arm over her shoulders. Some analogies go on forever, dont they, Red? Before she could answer, he made a head motion at the crowd. Im seeing a lot of unfamiliar faces, Yolanda. They drifting in for the Night of the Raven Festival already?
Amara knew her cheeks went pale. She glanced at a nonexistent watch on her wrist, then at the walls for a calendar. Is it? Whats today? The date, she clarified, still searching.
May 10, McVey supplied. Why?
What? Oh, nothing. I forgot...an appointment.
But damn, damn, how on earth had she forgotten about the scores of strangers who drove, bussed, cycled and hitchhiked to Ravens Hollow to take part in the three-day celebration known as the Night of the Raven?
The Night festival was the Hollows once-a-year answer to the Coves once-every-three-years Ravenspell. Although the story at the root of the events was the same, it was told from two very different perspectives. Over the years both eventsthe Coves in the fall and the Hollows in the springhad become a magnet for every curse-loving fanatic in and out of the state.
This was, Amara realized, the worst possible time for her to be in either town.
Her smile nothing short of malicious, Yolanda drew a ravens head in the residue of a spilled beer. Bet the Cayman Islands are looking better and better about now, huh, Amara? Say the word and Ill get right on my little computer and book you a flight out of Portland.
When a shrill whistle cut through the crowd noise, she banged her fist on the bar. Im not a dog, Jake Blume. What do you want?
He wagged the receiver of a corded wall phone. Boss mans on the line and hes in a crappy mood.
I hate that man, Yolanda breathed. Both men. Remember the spiders, Amara. With a lethal look for her cousin, she snapped the dish towel from her shoulder and vanished into a sea of bodies.
She put a jar of them in my bed, Amara said before McVey could ask. Well, I say she, but Yolanda only had the idea. Jake and Larry collected and planted them.
In your bed.
Under the covers, at the bottom. She told them to leave the top off so the spiders could crawl around wherever. The things were big. I freaked and refused to sleep in that particular room again.
McVey tugged on a strand of hair to tilt her head back. Did you tell your grandmother?
No need.
Do I want to know why?
Because all three of them, Jake most particularly, are terrified of snakes. She swept an arm around the room. Is the fighting done?
For now. He nodded at a row of dull brass taps that glowed an eerie shade of red under lights that continued to surge and fade. Do you want a drink before we leave?
Poison is a witchs weapon, McVey, and Yolandas a Bellam. But thanks for the offer.
Festival slipped your mind, didnt it?
She ran her hands up and down her arms. Unfortunately. The prospect of eminent death must have pushed it out. Ive only ever been to one Night celebration myself. If its of any interest to youand it should bethe Hollows Night of the Raven isnt quite as civilized as the Coves Ravenspell.
Translation, Tyler Blume deliberately planned his honeymoon so hed miss it.
If youve met him, you know he did. On the other hand, Jake should be in his element. She glanced up when the lights winked off. Uh... Then back on. Okay, my nerves are getting a way bigger workout than they need.
She heard a familiar double beep beneath wailing Tim McGraw. As she hunted in her shoulder bag for her phone, she saw McVey pluck a mug of beer from a much larger mans hand.
Youre over your limit, Samson. Unless you want to join your buddies in jail, go home.
The mans face reddened. Gonna get my wife to put a pox on you, you dont give that back, McVey.
Do it, and Ill get Red here to put one on you.
My wifes got an aunt whos a Bellam. The man jerked his stubbly chin. Whats she got?
Staring at her iPhone, Amara felt her brain go cold. What she had was a text message from a man whod sworn he would only contact her in an emergency.
Beat it, Samson.
Giving the mug to the bartender, McVey turned her hand with the iPhone and read the name on the screen. A name Amaras terrified mind didnt want to see or to acknowledge. Willy Sparks.
* * *
SHE PACED THE back office of the Ravens Hollow police station like a caged tiger, dialing and redialing her cell. At the front desk Jake muttered about the Harden brothers being allowed to go home while he had to ride herd on a bunch of drunks in a town that wasnt his and didnt even supply its officers with a decent coffeemaker.
On his side of things, McVey was seriously wishing hed never made any kind of deathbed promise to his father. Raising his eyes, he watched Amara pace. Okay, maybe not so much wishing as wondering what the hell he was supposed to do with this mess.
Come on, McVey, give me one good reason why I cant haul these boozers to the Cove. Cells there are way more comfortable than here.
McVey scrolled through a list of New Orleans police officers. Paperwork, Jake. Triple the usual amount if we start shuffling prisoners around. And youll be doing every last bit of it.