UNCONTROLLED BURN (20 page)

The engine pulled into the dirt lot of the tavern, the tanker close behind. Fire had already destroyed the right side of the building. Flames and smoke rolled out of the broken windows, sparks dancing in the freedom of the night. Liquid fire dripped down the side of the building and lay unfed in the dirt lot.

Reese jumped from the engine, gloves, mask, and helmet donned before he jumped from the truck. One car stood alone in the back corner of the lot, its silhouette screaming out accusations. Alex shouldn’t be here. But here she was, at the scene of yet another fire, her presence another tick mark in her guilty column.

“Colton, Burkett,” Deputy Chief Sykes called to them, “rescue. Water will be right behind. With a car in the lot we need to see if anyone’s in there. Do a sweep.”

Reese looked at Josh and could see the man’s anger seething even as he wordlessly grabbed a Halligan and jogged ahead of him toward the building.

“You’ve got to stay calm, Josh. We don’t know what we’ll find.”

“You best hope you find her before me, Colton or she won’t live to stand before the tribunal.”

Reese wanted to talk some sense into the guy, but he pushed through the front door of the tavern, his professional attitude locked firmly in place.

Flames engulfed the paneled walls to his right and twisted up along the ceiling. Thick smoke rolled just above their heads. The cracked mirror behind the bar swam with the reflection of the fire. Bottles of liquor lining the wall had exploded in the intense heat, spilling their contents down the wall. The building was more involved than it appeared from the outside. There wasn’t much time before flash over would occur and the whole room combusted.

“I’ll start here,” Josh called into his mic. “You search the back. When I’m done here, we can both head downstairs.”

“Roger that.” Reese left his buddy to check out the kitchen. “Call out! Anyone here?” he yelled as he pushed through the door. Flames hadn’t yet reached this corner of the tavern. Only smoke and heat warbled along the ceiling. Reese scanned the room, but saw nothing. A low moan came from the far side of the island, near the stove and he ran around the prep island to find a body face down in front of the stove.

Reese dropped the axe and rolled the man over. The wood protruding from Ronan’s chest held him suspended in death. The kid had probably been following up on leads Reese had told him would best be left to him and Josh.
Stupid shit.
Obviously the rogue vampire, whoever the hell he was, had caught him unaware.

Without hesitation, he pulled the stake from Ronan’s chest. Reese pushed off his face mask and helmet while he waited for the wound to close. Ronan’s eyelids fluttered and he coughed. Air rushed into his lungs. “Ronan, it’s Reese. You’re going to be fine.”

The fog of death receded from Ronan’s eyes and he focused on Reese. “She’s here. Watch out, Reese. She’s dangerous.” Ronan’s fingers dug into the sleeves of Reese’s bunker coat as the guy tried to pull himself to a sitting position.

“Stay put. Rest. We have a minute.” Reese tried to calm the vampire. “Who? Who’s here?”

Ronan’s gaze flew wildly about the room and he coughed up blood while his body continued to heal. “Alex,” he finally managed to choke out.

The final nail slammed into the woman’s coffin. Reese didn’t want to believe the woman he’d held in his arms could be the heinous villain who’d slaughtered so many, but he could no longer ignore the facts. Josh had been right. His feelings for the woman had stood between him and the obvious truth. “Alexandra Flanagan?”

“Hope … she was right … I … I wanted to confront her.” A coughing fit seized Ronan.

Reese rolled Ronan on his side. Coming back after death was a bitch. As annoying and reckless as he found Ronan, even an asshole didn’t deserve this pain.

“She … she killed Chris,” Ronan continued when he caught his breath. “I caught her in the cellar. Christ, she took off his head.” Ronan gripped Reese’s bunker coat. “I tried to stop her. But she’s too strong. Too powerful.” Ronan took a great gulp of air, his lungs filling more easily. “She tried to kill me. Like all the others. She’s the one. The rogue that’s been burning the vamps—”

“If she’s down there, we’ll get her.” Reese could barely push the words over his dry lips.

“Don’t you fucking let her get away, Colton. Hope figured it out and now we have proof.”

Reese supported him while Ronan struggled to sit up.

“For chrissake, Colton, open your eyes! Put it all together like I did. One …” Ronan shoved a fist in Reese’s face and lifted his index finger. “She’s been working on the blood wine with the professor. Two …” he thrust another finger in the air, “all the vampires killed and burned were her
clients
.” He spit the last word out with venom. “Three. Obviously, she couldn’t finish this without killing Glenn and burning down the winery. Damn it all, Colton!” Ronan slapped his hand down hard on the linoleum. Reese got the feeling he would rather have slammed it into his face. “You’ve obviously been fucking her, but you shouldn’t let it get in the way of doing your job!”

Reese’s hand shot out and fisted in Ronan’s shirt. He yanked the man’s face an inch from his nose. To hell with Ronan’s pain. “My private life away from RISEN is none of your fucking business, Nason.” He shoved him away, gathered his gear and stood. He couldn’t bring himself to admit Ronan had a point. Hadn’t Josh said the same thing? Was his heart blinding him to the facts laid out in front of him? “We’ll get the job done. If Alex is the one, the tribunal will see to her trial.”

Ronan struggled to his feet. “The woman needs to die!
You
need to finish this.”

The effort brought on another coughing spasm, but Reese only stared incredulously at the arrogant vamp. There was no way in hell Reese could mete out that kind of justice without a tribunal hearing—especially against Alex. Focusing his energy, Reese clenched his teeth against the angry vampire rising within. Ronan had pushed a little too hard. “I
will
get the job done.” He replaced his face mask and helmet and turned back toward the bar. “Chances are she’s long gone by now.”

“No. I’m sure she’s down in the cellar.” Ronan’s declaration came out hard and clipped.

Reese turned back to him. “Why would you think that?”

“She spouted things about Glenn and the professor and distilling the blood wine … something about tainting true vampire blood … and breaking the code. How the hell would I know? She stabbed me! But I’m telling you, she’s down there.” His shaking finger pointed toward the cellar door. “You have to go down there.”

Something
wasn’t adding up. The vampire before him had morphed from weak victim to impassioned juror at lightning speed. And though it was possible Ronan could have come to the same conclusions as Josh, the vamp had wrapped Alex and the crimes into a tidy package a little too quickly for Reese’s taste.

The room next to them rumbled as the fire roared in victory. Instinct had Reese throwing Ronan to the floor and laying over him protectively.

“Burkett, you there?” Reese asked into the mic.

“The bar flashed over. Roof came down,” he heard in his headset. “We can’t get to you. Two hoses battling here. You need help?”

“Negative. Kitchen’s clear. No one’s here. I’ll make a quick check of the cellar and head out the back.”

“Ten four. We’ll be there when this is under control,” Josh said.

If Alex was indeed down there, Reese needed to get her out as quickly as possible. And he sure as hell didn’t need Ronan around when he brought her back up to question her. He stood and offered Ronan a hand up. “You’re a stupid shit. You know that, Nason?” Reese pushed the words out with a laugh, hoping Ronan would think he believed his story. “Lucky, but stupid.” He flicked the vampire’s ripped shirt. “No one approaches a rogue vamp alone. You’ll have a good story to tell at the next tribunal.” He scooped his axe up from the floor. “No one needs to know you were here. Why don’t you head out the back door and make yourself scarce? Make it quick. Things are heating up in the other room.”

Ronan nodded and slogged out into the night.

Turning back to the cellar, Reese studied the scene again. Everything looked as it should. Walking down the stairs, he worked to focus on his job and keep his mind off Alex. He didn’t want to think about those sapphire-colored eyes searching out victims or that sweet smile luring vampires into traps. He couldn’t believe those talented fingers could be used to drive stakes into their hearts or set fires. He hadn’t been able to coax her fangs to graze his skin, he had a hard time believing she’d used them to suck a human dry. No, Reese couldn’t quite wrap his head around Alex doing anything but tending bar, arguing with customers and warming his bed.

Training stopped him at the door to the wine cellar. Every muscle drew taut. A year of fighting the beast had honed his skills. Instinct told him it lived and breathed behind the barrier. He took off his glove and touched the door with the back of his hand. Hot. He checked the lights in his mask. Only one green light had gone out. Plenty of air to go back for a line. But did he have the time? Getting water would involve Josh pushing through the bar or dragging a line around back. If Alex—or Chris for that matter—was in this room, they had only him to save their lives.

The decision was made in seconds. Lives first. Structure second.

Reese hefted the axe and came down hard. The flimsy latch splintered under his strength. Dropping the axe, he barged into the office, thick smoke disorienting him for a moment. Fire roared in the back room, spewing its toxic fumes into the little office. Bottles of blood wine exploded as the flames devoured everything in its path. If either of them were here, as long as they hadn’t been burned—or decapitated as Ronan had said—forcing air into singed lungs would save them.

She would be his priority. Reese convinced himself saving Alex was the only way to get answers, but deep in his soul he knew it wasn’t the real impetus for wanting her to live. She’d crawled into his bed and insinuated herself into his heart, for chrissake. He deserved to know if he’d been used.

Dropping to his hands and knees, his eyes cut through the murky smoke. He saw the silhouetted forms tucked under a heavy canvas tarp beneath the desk. He pulled it free and found what was left of Chris cradled in Alex’s arms. She didn’t move. At least Chris’s death had been quick. He’d obviously died at the hands of a vampire, not suffocating in the toxic fumes of hell.

If he acted quickly, Alex still had a chance.

He rolled Chris away and gathered Alex in his arms. For someone who killed without remorse, Alex’s face still showed evidence of the tears that had streamed through the soot on her cheeks. It made no sense. If she’d killed Chris and plunged the stake into Ronan’s chest, why would she be locked in the wine cellar? Pieces of the puzzle clicked into place in rapid succession. The picture formed in quick, methodical steps.

Ronan had joined RISEN shortly after the killings had started. He’d been transferred to Reese’s team in South Kenton at Ronan’s request. The fires had only become both more frequently and deadlier since the vampire had arrived. And to top it off, Ronan had been present at the university fire and Glenn’s fire, for sure. Reese suspected when he went back through the records, Ronan would be connected to all the victims in some way, including some association with the professor. He’d bet his left nut Ronan had called in the fire tonight and somehow staged his own murder, banking on Josh or Reese to find him.

The arrogant vamp had been baiting him upstairs. He’d pled his case in hopes that Reese would strike the final blow that would finish whatever hellish mission Ronan Nason had begun. The vamp had framed her for murder and now wanted Alex to be his final target. Reese processed all this in the time it took him to stand.

Ronan had tried to take Alex from him. Anger rose and filled him with heat, pulling the vampire from his slumber. He needed to get Alex out of the fire and give her air. Ronan would not claim another victim. “To hell with you, Ronan Nason.”

“No, Colton. The fires of hell are waiting for
you
.”

Reese turned as a fireman swung his own axe at his throat. With superior reflexes born of years fighting for his life, Reese dropped to the ground with Alex still cradled in his arms, somersaulting into a shoulder roll to move them both out of its lethal path. He came up hard against a destroyed file cabinet. The axe grazed his shoulder, cutting through the bunker coat and sheering away his radio, nearly slicing Alex’s head. Hatred pushed rational thought aside. He rolled Alex’s body into the space between the far wall and the cabinet and came back up with lightning speed. Fangs long, eyes piercing the darkness, Reese spun and roared above the clamor of the fire. “No more vampires will die.”

“The traitorous bitch is human, you idiot.” The axe swung and missed again. “You can’t save her.” The helmet and air tank read Burkett, but the voice coming through the speakers on the mask wasn’t Josh’s. It was Nason’s. Reese had no time to wonder what the crazed vampire had done to his friend or what he meant about Alex. He simply needed to stop him.

“She’s vampire. She. Will. Live.” Reese jumped high, intent on tackling Ronan. The vamp anticipated the move and flew at the same time. They clashed in mid-air, coming down hard on the cement floor. “You’ve done something to her.” Reese pushed the mask and helmet off Ronan’s head. Even a vampire couldn’t breathe toxic smoke for long.