All Together Dead

merrily through his clear face guard. I shuddered all over, my hands trembling violently from the release of the position.
    Boom turned, slowed by the suit, and gestured to Quinn to open the stairwell door again. Quinn did, and down the stairs the vampire went: slowly, carefully, evenly. Maybe he smiled all the way. But he didn’t blow up, because I didn’t hear a noise, and I’ve got to say we all stood frozen in our places for a good long while.
    “Oh,” I said, “Oh.” This was not brilliant, but I was in about a thousand emotional pieces. My knees gave way.
    Quinn pounced on me and wrapped his arms around me. “You idiot,” he said. “You idiot.” It was like he was saying, “Thank you, God.” I was smothered in weretiger, and I rubbed my face against his E(E)E shirt to wipe up the tears that had leaked from my eyes.
    When I peered under his arm, there was no one else in the area. Eric had vanished. So I had a moment to enjoy being held, to know that Quinn still liked me, that the thing with Andre and Eric hadn’t killed all feeling he had begun to have for me. I had a moment to feel the absolute relief of escaping death.
    Then the elevator and the stair door opened simultaneously, and all manner of people wanted to talk to me.

Chapter 13
    “It was a bomb,” Todd Donati said. “A quick, crude bomb. The police will be telling me more, I hope, after they’ve finished their examination.” The security chief was sitting in the queen’s suite. I had finally gotten to stow the blue suitcase by one of her couches, and, boy, was I glad to be rid of it. Sophie-Anne hadn’t bothered to thank me for its return, but I hadn’t really expected her to, I guess. When you had underlings, you sent them on errands and you didn’t have to thank them. That’s why they were underlings. For that matter, I wasn’t sure the stupid thing was even hers.
    “I expect I’ll get fired over it, especially after the murders,” the security chief said. His voice was calm, but his thoughts were bitter. He needed the health insurance.
    Andre gave the security chief one of his long, blue gazes. “And how did the can come to be on the queen’s floor, in that area?” Andre couldn’t have cared less about Todd Donati’s job situation. Donati glared back, but it was a weary kind of glare.
    “Why on earth would you be fired, just because someone was able to bring a bomb in and plant it? Maybe because you are in charge of the safety of everyone in the hotel?” Gervaise asked, definitely on the cruel side. I didn’t know Gervaise very well, and I was beginning to feel that was just fine with me. Cleo slapped him on the arm hard enough to make Gervaise wince.
    Donati said, “That’s it in a nutshell. Obviously someone brought that bomb up and put it on the potted plant by the elevator door. It might have been meant for the queen, since it was closest to her door. Almost equally, it might have been meant for anyone else on the floor, or it might have been planted at random. So I think the bomb and the murder of the Arkansas vampires are two different cases. In our questioning, we’re finding Jennifer Cater didn’t have a lot of friends. Your queen isn’t the only one with a grudge against her, though your queen’s is the most serious. Possibly Jennifer planted the bomb, or arranged to have someone else do it, before she was murdered.” I saw Henrik Feith sitting in a corner of the suite, his beard quivering with the shaking of his head. I tried to picture the one remaining member of the Arkansas contingent creeping around with a bomb, and I just couldn’t feature it. The small vampire seemed convinced that he was in a nest of vipers. I was sure he was regretting his acceptance of the queen’s protection, because right now that was looking like it wasn’t a very reliable prospect.
    “There is much to do here and now,” Andre said. He sounded just a shade concerned, and he was riding his own conversational train. “It was rash of Christian Baruch to threaten to fire you now, when he needs your loyalty the most.”
    “The guy’s got a temper on him,” Todd Donati said, and I knew without a doubt that he wasn’t a native of Rhodes. The more stressed he got, the more he sounded like home; not Louisiana, maybe, but northern Tennessee. “The ax hasn’t fallen yet. And if we can get to the bottom of what’s happening, maybe I’ll get reinstated. Not too many people would cotton to this job. Lots of security