Living Dead in Dallas

what they were going to do. I knew she was the only one who’d seen Farrell with Godfrey, and I’d told them that. When I got up today and I heard she’d been found dead, I just couldn’t believe it.”
    “They abducted her after you told them she’d been at Stan’s. After you told them she was the only true witness.”
    “Yes, they must have.”
    “You called them last night.”
    “Yes, I have a cell phone. I went out in the backyard and I called. I was really taking a chance, because you know how well the vamps can hear, but I called.” He was trying to convince himself that had been a brave, bold thing to do. Place a phone call from vamp headquarters to lay the finger on poor, pathetic Bethany, who’d ended up shot in an alley.
    “She was shot after you betrayed her.”
    “Yes, I . . . I heard that on the news.”
    “Guess who did that, Hugo.”
    “I . . . just don’t know.”
    “Sure you do, Hugo. She’d been an eyewitness. And she was a lesson, a lesson to the vampires. ‘This is what we’ll do to people who work for you or make their living from you, if they go against the Fellowship.’ What do you think they’re going to do with you, Hugo?”
    “I’ve been helping them,” he said, surprised.
    “Who else knows that?”
    “No one.”
    “So who would die? The lawyer that helped Stan Davis live where he wanted.”
    Hugo was speechless.
    “If you’re so all-fired important to them, how come you’re in this room with me?”
    “Because up until now, you didn’t know what I’d done,” he pointed out. “Up until now, it was possible you would give me other information we could use against them.”
    “So now, now that I know what you are, they’ll let you out. Right? Why don’t you try it and see? I’d much rather be alone.”
    Just then a small aperture in the door opened. I hadn’t even known it was there, having been preoccupied while I was out in the hall. A face appeared at the opening, which measured perhaps ten inches by ten inches.
    It was a familiar face. Gabe, grinning. “How you doing in there, you two?”
    “Sookie needs a doctor,” Hugo said. “She’s not complaining, but I think her cheekbone is broken.” He sounded reproachful. “And she knows about my alliance with the Fellowship, so you might as well let me out.”
    I didn’t know what Hugo thought he was doing, but I tried to look as beaten as possible. That was pretty easy.
    “I have me an idea,” Gabe said. “I’ve gotten kind of bored down here, and I don’t expect Steve or Sarah—or even old Polly—will be coming back down here any time soon. We got another prisoner over here, Hugo, might be glad to see you. Farrell? You meet him over at the headquarters of the Evil Ones?”
    “Yes,” said Hugo. He looked very unhappy about this turn of the conversation.
    “You know how fond Farrell’s gonna be of you? And he’s gay, too, a queer bloodsucker. We’re so deep underground that he’s been waking up early. So I thought I might just put you in there with him, while I have me a little fun with the female traitor, here.” And Gabe smiled at me in a way that made my stomach lurch.
    Hugo’s face was a picture. A real picture. Several things crossed my mind, pertinent things to say. I forewent the doubtful pleasure. I needed to save my energy.
    One of my Gran’s favorite adages popped into my mind irresistibly as I looked at Gabe’s handsome face. “Pretty is as pretty does,” I muttered, and began the painful process of getting to my feet to defend myself. My legs might not be broken, but my left knee was surely in bad shape. It was already badly discolored and swollen.
    I wondered if Hugo and I together could take Gabe down when he opened the door, but as soon as it swung outward, I saw he’d armed himself with a gun and a black, menacing-looking object I decided might be a stun gun.
    “Farrell!” I called. If he were awake, he’d hear me; he was a vampire.
    Gabe jumped, looked at me suspiciously.
    “Yes?” came a deep voice from the room farther down the hall. I heard chains clink as the vampire moved. Of course, they’d have to chain him with silver. Otherwise he could rip the door off its hinges.
    “Stan sent us!” I yelled, and then Gabe backhanded me with the hand that held the gun. Since I was against the wall, my head bounced off it. I made an awful noise, not quite a scream but too loud for a moan.
    “Shut up, bitch!” Gabe screamed. He was pointing the gun at