Takala noticed that Lilly was still sleeping, and the one other passenger in first class hadn’t moved positions. The lady had the seat all the way reclined, and she slept on her right side. Harmless enough. Takala sat down as quietly as possible and put the phone back in the cradle. Her hands were trembling. What was up with that?
She felt odd, too. Shaky. Her heart beat wildly as if she’d just run a marathon. Her lips felt strange. She touched them and flinched. They were sensitive and swollen as if she’d been kissed. Something had happened to her back there in the bathroom, but what?
She concentrated, trying to recall her last memory. Talking to Stephen … suddenly losing the connection. What had he said? Stay away from Nightwalker. Could she really trust Nightwalker’s word if he had warned her to beware of someone? Well, she didn’t have much confidence that Lilly wasn’t a killer. She couldn’t get close to Lilly or reveal who she was until she was certain of her character. And something told her Nightwalker would stop at nothing if he wanted someone dead. And he was a vampire, for heaven’s sake. Even Fala had warned her not to trust a vamp. So, at the moment, she had no faith or trust in anyone but herself. And her memory was playing tricks on her.
She wished she had her Glock, but after Homeland Security put her through an hour of rigorous red tape, scrutinizing her background, her concealed permit, and her private investigator’s license, they still made her check the weapon. It was in the cargo hold under lock and key, and she’d have to wait until touching down to get it. She hoped to get it past French security.
Something about not having her weapon made her nervous. She reclined her seat and closed her eyes, trying to remember those moments she’d lost. For some reason her mind conjured up the image of Nightwalker. Something about him nagged at her. She gave up trying to think about it and felt wide awake.
She pulled out a piece of peanut-butter fudge from the bag and one of the tiny bottles of rum she had stashed from the last stewardess round. If she couldn’t sleep, at least she could have a snack. When she opened the rum, the smell of it wafted through her senses. She took a long, deep sniff, and the scent brought back a feeling of terror. Must be her nerves working overtime. She downed the bottle.
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