Vampire Babylon - Midnight Reign Part 12

"I can't answer anything else."

"Why?"

"Because they help us, and that's not for us to question. Remember how they defended us at Robby's house?"

Dawn nodded, then spoke up just in case the Friends were listening in. "And I'm totally thankful, too."

"Then no more foolishness. We have a lot of other matters to focus on."

"I can't even wonder why the spirits don't know who this murderer is? Don't they have, like, their own contacts in the ghost world?" Breisi started looking exasperated. "Many spirits travel in their own realms. It's not as if they have networking parties."

"I'm just saying. It'd be useful."

Under her breath, Breisi muttered something that Dawn suspected was the Spanish equivalent of "bleeping idiot." "I didn't come here to have the great debate with you."

Still, Dawn had to admit she'd gotten a couple of tidbits out of the stone maiden. "What's up then?"

Breisi narrowed her eyes. "I'm free now to give you the rundown on the case?"

Knowing she wouldn't get anywhere else for the time being, Dawn nodded.

Her coworker's eyes gleamed because she loved this part. She was like a spelling bee champion who got to stand up during a dinner with drunk adult relatives and show off the lists of words she'd learned that day at school. "First, I tracked down one or two of Lee's old roomies."

"How did you manage that when the Tomlinson family wouldn't give us names?"

She shrugged modestly. "I did the usual. A buddy with DMV connections got Lee's old address for me. I used that to find his roomies' names and current whereabouts."

Man, Breisi was link central. "Nice."

"Well, I didn't find enough to fill a jelly jar. And I haven't discovered anything that links Jessica Reese to Lee. But then I talked to the roomie Mrs. Tomlinson mentioned, the one who told her about 'the lov-ah.'" Breisi waved her hand while saying the affected word, just as Coral Tomlinson had done. "Her name is Torrey Sajen-Morgan, a mouthful, and she had kept in contact with Lee until about a month ago, just before he committed the murder and took off. I told her I was a friend of Lee's and I was planning to stage a rally to support his innocence."

"And she was all for that."

"You bet. She gave me names of people here in L.A. who would attend."

Dawn stood, suspecting what Breisi had found. "Including the name of Lov-ah?" In her excitement she ignored the links her Internet search had brought up for Lane Tomlinson. She'd get to them later.

Breisi made a subtle tah-dah motion. "Sasha s.l.u.tskaya. What a name, huh? I've got a work address."

"d.a.m.n, you're good."

"I try."

As Dawn made for the door and pa.s.sed Breisi in her haste to get on with this, the other woman held up a fist.

Oh, Dawn thought. Another b.u.mp. Right. Okay.

They lightly smacked knuckles, both of them holding back sort-of smiles as they exited. After weaponing and garlicking up, they jogged down the stairs, just reaching the door when Kiko came up behind them.

"Wait!" He was tugging on his light jacket over a dark top. "Boss said I should go."

"But the sun's setting," Dawn said while scanning him. He seemed lucid enough and even kind of perky. Good signs, but she didn't trust her prognosis, seeing as she wasn't a professional. Kiko shrugged off her amateur opinion. "I'm going straight into Sasha's place with you two, and I promised I wouldn't pull anything heroic. Besides, I'll have the usual cover."

Friends, Dawn thought. Which ones would be with them, hanging back, watching, waiting, just in case?

Then he turned to Breisi, who didn't look any more convinced than Dawn was.

"Get off it, Breez. The boss just took some convincing is all. He knows I can handle myself. I'm fit as a fiddle."

Proving it, he kicked out with a tiny leg. The only sign of back agitation was his tight, smug smile.

"You slept off the last pill?" Breisi asked.

"Of course." Kiko widened his eyes so his coworkers could peer into them. "See?"

Breisi looked into his gaze, and when Dawn had her turn, she supposed he was focusing well enough.

"We don't want you to be in any discomfort, Kik," she said. "That's all."

"Yeah, yeah."

At his casualness, Breisi gave him one last, long glance, then powered out the door. The outside UV lights blared on, swallowing her up.

Dawn started to follow, but Kiko grabbed her jacket, stopping her.

"About earlier," he said, sheepish.

Her mind rewound. Blur-de-blur-de-whir. Past what she'd done with The Voice, past Kiko telling her off on the way home, past their meeting with the Tomlinsons. Then she fast-forwarded a bit, landing on Kiko saying, "I guess my painkillers are safer than yours any day. So back off, okay?"

"What about it?" she asked, not wanting to go there with him, either.

"I...I wasn't in the best of moods. Sorry about getting on your case."

"We just..." She cleared her throat. "I guess we just worry about each other. That's all. Now let's-"

"Because you've gotten a lot better about sleeping around lately." Kiko had clearly been rehearsing this speech and he was h.e.l.l- bent on delivering it. "When I first met you, I couldn't help reading you because you were putting off such strong, needy vibes."

Awk. Ward. "But you stopped reading me after that because I'm not the ma.s.sive ho you fear anymore, so no worries. 'Kay?"

Rolling her eyes, she started toward the door.

"No, wait. You're right." He got red in the face. "I can tell that you're doing real good.... I mean, you're trying real hard to..."

A flash of The Voice inside of her, filling her, made Dawn flush with guilt.

Kiko sighed. "What I'm saying is that I admire how you've controlled yourself. And I can do the exact same thing." He gave her an admiring glance, then looked down as he shuffled his oversized shoes.

Oh. But, ah, h.e.l.l, she could've told him that the only reason she wasn't going around slammin' half the town was because she was limited on time. A lot had changed about her, but she doubted she'd ever be able to give up s.e.x. She'd just changed her own prescriptions, that's all. Wanting this conversation to be over, she fidgeted. "Thanks" was all she could say without incriminating herself.

"So we're cool?" he asked.

"We're cool."

She offered him a white-flag grin, and he broke into a full-fledged smile, clearly Happy Kiko resurrected.

He headed out the door, leaving a blare of UV lighting in his wake. The chill of it swept into the foyer, bathing the portrait of Fire Woman over the mantel.

She peered straight through Dawn, as if to say, "If only he knew the truth, because I do."

Impulsively, Dawn flew the bird at her, then left the house, protected by the lights until she reached the SUV.

As they drove into the twilight, Dawn kicked it in the backseat. A shade-wearing Kiko had grabbed the front, which meant he was back to normal. Thank G.o.d.

While driving, Breisi said they were heading toward Santa Monica Boulevard, like yesterday, but tonight they'd be stopping in West Hollywood to intercept Sasha s.l.u.tskaya at work.

"Did you say we're going to the eight-thousand block of the boulevard?" Dawn asked.

"Yes."

Kiko glanced at Dawn in the backseat, and both of them seemed to come to an understanding at the same time.

"Boystown," they both said.

"Hot dog," Kiko added. "Mr. Sasha?"

When they finally reached the address, their suspicions were confirmed.

After parking in the street, which wasn't too challenging during an early weeknight, they stood in front of a bar called Red Five. It was innocent enough on the outside, wedged between a sampling of other gay Boystown bars, but on the inside...

Na-ht so innocent.

Dawn had never seen Kiko shut up so completely as he did when they strolled into the blue-lit building. Happy Hour was advertised on every neon-markered black sign, which explained the unexpected crowd. Oversized golden cages held boy babes in go-go gear. Gargantuan screens played scenes from a cool-att.i.tude movie; Dawn thought it might be The Usual Suspects.

Large metal buckets attached to the ceiling near the walls sluiced water over cavorting patrons every few minutes, much to their yelps of delight. It seemed like every man was holding a martini, creating a rainbow of alcohol-drenched streamers. Tight s.h.i.+rts, no s.h.i.+rts-it didn't matter as they all danced with their arms around each other.

Onstage, a performer belted out a lip-synching extravaganza. A Celine Dion twin. Holy c.r.a.p.

She was standing in the spotlight with a microphone, dressed in a colorful mess of scarves, singing one of many silly tunes Dawn hadn't ever learned the name of. The audience yelled along during the "river deep, mountain high!" chorus, reminding Dawn of why she'd never bothered.

Unruffled, Breisi made her way to a bartender as Kiko laughed and took off his shades, then started snapping his fingers to the music.

Breisi was back in a flash. "Sasha's in the dressing room!" she said, raising her voice over the music. "Rolf said to go right back!" Rolf. As they weaved through the water-and sweat-misted crowd, Dawn glanced at the beefy, s.h.i.+rtless bartender dancing his way toward a new customer. They were lax on security here, which probably meant this bar had nothing to do with vamps.

On their way, Dawn rubbed against some decent chests, so she could've called it a good night right there. But her better instincts were still on alert for Underground clues because that's what was going to lead to Frank.

In the dressing room, half-garbed drag queens primped in mirrors surrounded by big, white bulbs. The air was heavy with Aqua Net and the oily scent of makeup.

Kiko asked a Diana Ross look-alike where Sasha was, and the performer batted her lengthy false eyelashes and gave the psychic a sa.s.sy smile.

"There, sugar." She pointed a few mirrors down. "Wow, aren't you a darling thing? A sample-sized man, just like shampoo at a hotel."

Kiko laughed good-naturedly. Then they all made their way over to Sasha's station, where a robed performer was sitting in a chair, slipping off a long, dark wig.

It seemed such a personal act that Dawn actually averted her gaze. In that instant, the delayed images of what Sasha kept taped to the mirror infiltrated her: photos of recent ice skaters like Mich.e.l.le Kwan, Sarah Hughes, and then his two obvious namesakes- Sasha Cohen and Irina s.l.u.tskaya. The combination of the last two monikers made for a perfect drag queen.

She heard Breisi greeting the performer. Then, the next thing Dawn knew, she was peeking up again, finding that Sasha had already stuck a baseball cap over his head and was making quick work out of removing his heavy makeup with fingers full of cold cream.

"Too bad," he said in a deep voice. "You missed my Cher act."

Now, Dawn had awesome gaydar; a girl needed it badly in Hollywood. The thing was, Sasha wasn't setting it off.

Breisi took position next to the vanity, posture relaxed. "As much as we would have loved to see it, Sasha, we're here to discover if you can help us."

A finely tuned machine, the Limpet questioning method kicked into gear. Kiko stood on the other side of Sasha, getting ready to execute his touch-reading. Dawn hung back while Breisi consumed the subject's attention this time around.

"Help with what?" Sasha raised his darkly penciled brows and paused while taking off his lipstick.

"Lee Tomlinson." Kiko said it with command, seeing as he played "bad cop" to Breisi's "good cop."

Dawn, naturally, was the "ugly cop," so she saved her energy in case it was needed.

The performer ran a gaze down Kiko's body, then back up. It was a curious a.s.sessment, the recognition one social outsider might have for another.

He turned back to the mirror and finished cosmetic-removal duties. Impressive muscles lurked under his robe, and now that Dawn could see him better, she realized that his features were masculine and feminine at the same time. An ambiguously pretty boy who could end up starring in spy movies if he wanted to.

"Lee is as good as dead to me," Sasha said.

"What do you mean, he is as 'good as dead'?" Breisi asked.

"I mean he murdered a woman, they've got enough evidence to prove that. We were close for a while, but I don't cozy up to killers so, basically, I haven't talked to him since we broke up. That was before Klara Monaghan's last days."

Hearing him say Klara's name when everyone else in town seemed to have forgotten it, Dawn caught his gaze in the mirror. He grinned slightly, as if giving himself credit.

He knew the name, but the death didn't move him. Either this guy had no feelings or he knew how to hide them well.

Welcome to my club, Dawn thought.

"We heard you and Lee were an item," Kiko said bluntly.

Sasha turned an amused gaze on the psychic. "Yes, we were. Does it matter?"

"We're attempting to get to know him through his close relations.h.i.+ps." Breisi fished out her PI license and flashed it. "And in just five minutes, you've been more forthcoming with us than his family and anyone else within a one-hundred-mile radius put together."

"Why're you investigating him?"

"Because there's been a similar murder," Breisi said. "We're looking into any links between the two. Unfortunately, that's all we can tell you due to client privacy restraints."

"So you're doing some good." Sasha seemed fine with that explanation as he tossed away a foundation-smeared tissue.