Romance at Heart: Night Vengeance, Chapter 12 of a free rah read

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Night Vengeance

Chapter Twelve

After Raelynn changed into her gear, and put weapons in place, she and Justin headed to the airport to start tracking the vampire that killed Antonio Alvarez.

They entered the hanger and began looking around. A few minutes later, Rae plunged her hand into her the fanny pack strapped to her waist, pulled out a thin wallet and tossed it to Justin.

"Here, while I continue scanning, flash this around and ask some questions, maybe we'll get lucky and someone saw something," she said.

Justin caught the wallet, opened it, then raised his brow at what he saw. Inside was an FBI ID card for one Agent Michael Dawson.

"And where did you get this?" he asked, surprised.

"The real Michael Dawson gave it to me some years ago, he thought it might come in handy someday, she replied, her tone plainly stating that someday was here.

Justin shook his head and grinned, amazed even, she was certainly full of surprises, he thought. He turned, left the hanger, then scanned the area, and detected two heartbeats to the left. He walked toward the heartbeats.

"Gentlemen, very sorry to disturb you," he said. The two men looked over their shoulders and put down the suitcases they'd just unloaded.

"Can we help you mister?" the one on the left asked.

Justin pulled out the wallet Rae gave him and flashed it at them. "I'm Agent Michael Dawson, FBI. Can you tell me anything about the man who died in that hanger over there?" he asked, pointing at the hanger behind him.

The two men looked at each other unsure whether to say anything or not, then they shrugged and decided why not, the other cops who'd been here earlier hadn't spoken to them, so now it was their turn.

"That night, me, Slim here and Tony unloaded a coffin and rolled it to the hanger where this weird lookin' guy was waitin' for it. Must o' been family," he said and Slim nodded. "Anyways, me and Slim left and Tony stayed behind to get the guy's John Hancock and that's the last we seen him."

"What did the guy look like?" Justin asked.

Slim cocked his head as if thinking, "He was really tall, 'bout 6''4 I'd say. His clothes were all black and he wore one of those black top hats, the kind ya see in them old pictures of Lincoln," he said.

"He was skinny too, "added the other man.

As they described the man in black, Justin scanned their simple minds to get a more accurate picture of him. Once he gathered all the information he needed, he thanked them and returned to Rae.

Entering the hanger, his heart nearly stopped when he saw her lying on the floor her arms outstretched, but her voice saying 'Don't move,' in his mind stopped him. He just stood and watched her.

Rae, lying face down on the ground continued to absorb the trace of negative energy still present. She assimilated the information in her mind, nearly fainting when Salazar's face appeared. She opened her eyes and stood on shaking legs.

Justin quickly came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "What were you doing?" he asked.

"I was absorbing the remnants of negative energy to determine who was here," she replied softly.

"And did you succeed?"

Rae nodded her head, "I know who's arrived in the city," then she looked up at him, "and you know him too," she said meaningfully.

Justin frowned then his brow cleared and he looked down into her knowing eyes. "Salazar," he growled.

"Yeah, Salazar," said Rae and shuddered as memories of long ago surfaced.

Salazar, his fangs in her mother's throat, her father lying on the ground a gapping hole in his chest. Then Salazar's burning gaze turned on her, her mother's blood staining his lips.

Feeling her sudden distress, Justin instantly merged his mind with hers and was confronted with her memories of Salazar and the night he destroyed her childhood. He surrounded her with peace and superimposed the nightmare memories with them, together on her bed, making incredible love.

Rae sighed, turned and wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her cheek on his wide chest. She was one lucky woman, she thought, finally, after all these centuries; she had someone to lean on, someone to love, she was no longer alone.

Above her head, Justin closed his eyes in relief as he read her thought; she loved him.

Sighing again, Rae pulled away, "Did find out anything?" she asked softly.

Justin stuffed his hands in his back jeans pockets to keep from pulling her in his arms again and nodded. "A thin gaunt man was here to retrieve the coffin. The two other men left Alvarez alone to get the guy's signature and that the last time they saw him.

"Did they get his name?" she asked.

"No," replied Justin.

"Damn. Okay, let me think," said Rae as she paced around the hanger. Justin smiled and watched as her behind swayed seductively with every step she took. She turned suddenly, a light in her eyes. "The cops!" she exclaimed and walked over to him. "The cops would have the manifest to whom the coffin was to be delivered to. So it wouldn't matter if the guy didn't sign it yet. Can you find out what precinct got the call?"

Justin nodded and took out his cell phone. "Dev, find out what precinct answered the Alvarez murder. I'll hold." A few seconds later he ended the conversation and put his cell back in his pocket.

Rae looked at him expectantly, "Well, which on?" she asked.

"The one hundred and first got the call," relayed Justin.

"Then lets go," said Rae as she walked out of the hanger.

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