"Marie!" I yelled. "Are you here?"
I doubted it. It was almost eleven o'clock at night. But her folks kept odd hours, because she usually-
"Hi."
"Oh, good." I popped out of my closet. "Have you seen my purple Arpels?"
"Are they the ones that look like fairy shoes, or the ones that look like ballet slippers?"
"Slippers."
"Uh-huh. The left one is under your sink, and the right one is under the bed."
"Dammit!"
"Well, you were so tired last night," Marie soothed. The kid loved overalls and hairbands; she was always dressed the same way. Must be a stubborn little tic at home. "You just sort of threw everything off you and fell into the bed."
"Stop spying on me, you little turd."
She giggled. "Don't call me that!"
"Yeah, yeah." I hunted around-lo! My shoes were exactly where she'd said. "Where is everybody?"
"Um... Dr. Marc is working, and Jessica's sleeping."
"Oh." Bo-ring.
"There's new stuff in the kitchen," she said helpfully. "Jessica told the pantry manager to get you some white tea, and she picked up fresh cream at the fanner's market."
"Really? D'you know how rare and expensive white tea is? I've been dying to try it. Oooh, and fresh cream! Come down, I'll fix you a cup, too."
She shook her head, which didn't surprise me. Marie was one painfully shy kid. Except around me, for some reason.
I quickly got dressed in khaki shorts, a red sleeveless mock turtleneck, and slipped into black flats. I ran a brush through my hair. It was staying exactly shoulder-length, and my highlights were staying exactly as high-lit as they'd been the day I died. One less thing to worry about. Besides, I was too chicken to try a haircut-what if I was stuck with it forever? Well, maybe a trim...
"I'll bring up a cup for you," I promised on my way out the door.
"I'm not thirsty," she called after me.
It took ten minutes to find the kitchen. I'd been living here for days, and still got lost. Thank God for my vampire nose, or I'd probably never have found it.
There was a note from Jessica on the table.
Bets, the owner called again. VERY anxious to sell to us. Keeps dropping the price. I'm seriously considering it. What do you think? J.
"I think it's too expensive, is what I think," I said aloud. Might as well have the argument by myself. It was the only way I'd win. "The three of us rattle around in here like dried peas in an empty can. Also, I'm getting sick of the smell of old wood."
"Bitch, bitch, bitch," Jessica yawned, slouching into the kitchen in her jade green silk pajamas. They set off her ebony skin superbly. Bitch.
"Well, it's true." I didn't add that the place was starting to grow on me, and for once, it was nice to have all the closet space I needed. "Can't sleep?"
"No, I set my alarm so I could talk to you."
"Oh. Thanks. But you need your sleep."
She shrugged. "I'll take a nap this afternoon. You're not working tonight, right?"
"Nope, I've got the next two days off. Although how Macy's will run without me remains a mystery. Are you really thinking about buying this place?"
"If the owner keeps dropping the price, it's a major steal. And you have to admit, it's beautiful."
"Agreed." I poured myself a glass of chocolate milk. Screw tea... took too long. "Beautiful and big. I may have to buy more shoes just to fill up my closet."
"God help us. So, what's new? Besides the fact that you're the only vampire in the world with a milk mustache?"
"Well, we've got some little scumballs killing vamps, and I was kind of torn about that until they tried to take out Tina-"
"She okay?"
"She's fine now." I omitted the gross blood drinking details. "My boss is going on vacation and is leaving me in charge of the department."
"God help us."
"Oh, quit saying that. And we're setting a trap for the killers the day after tomorrow. Also, I'm thinking of calling Child Services for Marie."
Jessica yawned and got up to make coffee. "Who?"
"This little curie who's always hanging around. I don't mind, she's not bratty or anything, but cripes, the kid's always here. No matter what time it is. I'm sure her dad means well, taking her on his jobs, but this is ridiculous."
"Well, don't go flying off the handle and getting Child Services involved. You could call Detective Nick, maybe have him-No, don't glare. You're right, bad idea."
"It makes me nervous enough knowing we're living in his jurisdiction. I keep expecting him to show up on our doorstep yelling, 'You're dead and I forgot all about it!' " I shivered.
"He doesn't have a chance against Sinclair wiping his memory. But back to the kid... I could talk to her dad," she suggested. "Who is he?"
That stumped me. "You know, I never found out. I'll go ask her. She's probably still in my room. I'm sure the little brat's trying my shoes on when I'm not there."
I hurried back to my room, but Marie was gone, and didn't come out when I called her.