On the long flight out to California, I realized that I hadn’t been tormented1 by the Mastermind in two days. That was unusual, and I wondered if he was traveling too. Que pasa, Mastermind? Maybe he was on the plane to San Francisco with me? I remembered a tired old joke about paranoia2. A man tells his psychiatrist3 that everybody hates him. The psychiatrist says he’s being ridiculous - everybody hasn’t met him yet.
It got worse. At one point, I actually took a walk down the aisle4 and checked out the other passengers. No one looked even vaguely5 familiar. No Mastermind on board. No one seemed to be wearing fangs6, either. I was losing it.
I arrived at San Francisco International Airport and was met by agents from the FBI. They told me that Kyle was on his way from New Orleans. Lately, Kyle had been pressuring me more than ever about making the switch to the FBI. The change certainly made financial sense. Agents earned a lot more than detectives. The hours were usually better, too. Maybe I would talk to Nana and the kids after this was over. Hopefully soon, but why should I think that? I left the airport with three agents in a dark blue off-road vehicle. I sat in back with the senior agent from San Francisco. His name was Robert Hatfield and he told me some of what they had so far. ‘We found where some of the so-called vampires8 are staying. It’s a ranch9 in the foothills south of Santa Cruz, not too far from the ocean. At this juncture10, we don’t know if Inspector11 Hughes is being held there. She hasn’t been spotted12.’
‘What’s out there in the hills?’ I asked Hatfield. He could have been anywhere between thirty-five and fifty. He looked fit. His hair in a short brush cut. Appearances obviously meant a lot to him. ‘Not a hell of a lot. It’s rural. A couple of fairly large ranches13. Rocks, desert birds of prey14, a few mountain cats.’
‘Not tigers?’I asked.
‘Funny you should mention tigers. The ranch out there used to be a preserve for wild animals. Bears, wolves, tigers, even an elephant or two. The owners trained animals, mostly for use in feature films and commercials. They were basically hippies left over from the Sixties. The ranch was actually licensed15 by the Department of the Interior. It did business with Tippi Hedren, Siegfried and Roy.’ ‘The animals aren’t still on the property?’
‘Not for the past four or five years. The original owners disappeared. No one’s been interested in buying the land. It’s about fifty-five acres. Not good for much. You’ll see.’ ‘What about the animals that were there? You know what happened to them?’
‘Some were bought by other preserves that supply specialty16 animals to movies. Brigitte Bardot supposedly took some. So did the San Diego Zoo.’
I sat back in my seat and thought everything through while we drove. I didn’t want to get my hopes up again. I wondered if the past owners of the ranch might have left a tiger behind. I spun17 a wild scenario18 out in my head. Actually, it was kind of interesting. Vampires in Africa and Asia supposedly changed shape into big cats rather than bats or wolves. The tiger imagery was certainly scarier than bats, and so were the ravaged19 bodies I had seen. Also, Santa Cruz had a reputation to uphold: the vampire7 capital.
We passed a farmhouse20 along the highway and then a small winery. Not much else to see, though. Agent Hatfield told me that in summer the hills turned brown and gold, much like the African veldt. This time of year there was lots of rain, and the terrain21 was a rich green, reminiscent of parts of Ireland.
I had been trying not to think about Jamilla and the danger she might be in. Why did she have to come up here alone? What drove her?
The same things that drove me? If she was dead, I would never forgive myself.
The car finally pulled off the main road. I didn’t see a house or other building in any direction that I looked. Just barren, bright green hills. A hawk22 floated easily in liquid-blue skies. The scene was quiet and serene23 and quite beautiful.
We turned down an unpaved road and went for about a mile over bumpy24, rocky terrain. We passed over the grille of a cowcatcher. A broken, split-rail fence ran alongside the road for about a hundred yards, stopped, then started again.
Suddenly, we came upon six vehicles parked on either side of the trail. All were unmarked, mostly Jeeps.
Standing25 right there was Kyle Craig. Kyle had his hands on his hips26, and he was smiling as if he had the most amazing secret to tell me.
I suspected that he did.
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vampire
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