Vampire Wake (Kiera Hudson Series #2) (5 page)

Heading back towards the chair and ringing her pale hands together, Lady Hunt took her seat again. “I am at my wit’s end.”

“But how can I help?” I asked her.

“I heard that you were a police officer,” Lady Hunt said.

“
Still
a police officer,” I corrected her. “Let’s just say I’m on an extended career break at the moment.”

“Well that’s even better, don’t you see?” the woman said, and I detected a note of desperation in her voice.

“For once in my life, I don’t see,” I told her.

“As I’ve said, I’ve got to go to New York tomorrow, and I need someone to keep an eye on -” she started.

Guessing what was coming, I cut in and said, “Can’t you take your daughter with you? She might like to…”

“You must be joking,” she scoffed. “I couldn’t possibly take Kayla with me – what would
they
think?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “But perhaps some time with just you – her mother – might be good for her.”

“But I’ll be so busy in meetings and conferences, I wouldn’t be able to spend any time with her,” she explained. “And I shudder to think of what she might get up to in New York while I was busy all day.”

“So what is it you’re asking me to do?” I said.

“Please come and stay at our home while I’m away and keep an eye on Kayla for me,” she asked. “You’re not too many years older than her and having a police officer around might be a stabling influence for her. You will be well looked after by my staff…”

“Can’t they keep an eye on her?” I asked, not wanting to take up the job of babysitting some spoilt brat.

“The Housekeeper has enough to do keeping the house running without having to concern herself with Kayla. Then there is Marshal, the grounds man, he is quiet and aloof – not the slightest bit interested in some teenager’s rebellion. If left to her devices, Kayla would escape.”

“
Escape?”
I said, imagining a house with bars on the windows.

“Escape is probably too strong a word,” Lady Hunt said. “But Kayla has run away from home on several occasions. She travelled to London. We spent hundreds – no thousands of pounds in private detective fees in tracing her. The last time she was discovered living like a homeless person by the Embankment Tube Station. It was all very stressful and upsetting for us.” Then pulling a handkerchief from her suit pocket she dabbed the corner of her eyes. “No wonder Michael vanished – maybe he just had enough and couldn’t face coming home anymore. I don’t blame Kayla, but she has caused so much stress over the last few years.”

“Why do you think she behaves like this?” I asked her.

“I don’t know,” she groaned. “Like I said, we’ve given her everything.”

And that’s the problem,
I thought to myself.

“I’d love to help, but…’” I started to make my excuses. “Please Kiera,” she said, moving to the edge of her seat. “I’ll pay you well…” “It’s not the money,” I started to assure her. “Please, all I ask is for you to come to my home for a week and keep an eye on my daughter…”   “It’s not really my idea of problem-solving,” I explained. “And besides, there must be someone else, some family member better suited to watch over your daughter. Somebody she knows and trusts, unless…”

“Unless what?” Lady Hunt asked me.

“Unless your concerns run deeper than just your daughter’s delinquent behaviour,” I said, eyeing her. “Perhaps you haven’t told me everything.”

“Your reputation does you justice,” she said, placing her hanky back into her pocket. “It seems that it is very difficult to get anything past you.”

“To fool me, Lady Hunt?” I said, feeling resentful that she hadn’t told me everything from the start.

“The problem is a little more complex than I first suggested,” Lady Hunt said, her skin so pale that she looked as if she might just faint.

“How complex?” I said, my interest in this case suddenly heightening. “There is someone watching my daughter,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Who?” I asked her.   “That, I do not know,” she said. “But I have seen him, at night, beyond the grounds of our home. He lurks in the dark at night, spying up at my daughter’s room.”

“Grounds?” I asked.

“Yes, we live in a Manor House,” she explained. “It’s a wretched place, really. It’s far too big for us and terribly hard to heat in the winter. Half of it is unused and has been for years, but it has been in my husband’s family for generations and it was his wish to reside in the home of his forefathers. The grounds are surrounded by a moat and there is a drawbridge – this is the only way in and out of the grounds.”

“A moat?” I gasped. “Sounds more like a castle!”

“I’ve probably talked it up far too much,” she said. “It’s not as grand as I’ve portrayed it to be. In fact, much of the manor is in disrepair and the whole place could do with tidying up. But Michael is a traditionalist and wants the manor to stay in the style that it had originally been built. He is very fussy about who he gets to work on the place. If it were going to be renovated, he was insistent that it be done just right. I lost count on how many builders we had visit the place and give quotes on the cost – but he never hired any of them. The whole place needs to be rewired and the plumbing – well don’t get me started on that. The noise those pipes make is just deafening at times. But even in the short time since my husband has vanished, I have taken steps to have the work done. There are currently some workmen up at the manor carrying out some work for me.”

“How do you know it’s a man?” I asked her. “Sorry?” she said, almost as if my question had surprised her. “You said that the person watching your daughter is a man,” I reminded her.   “Marshal, the grounds man, disturbed him one night as he stood hidden in the undergrowth and bushes on the other side of the moat,” she said.

“Could Marshal give a description of this man?” I asked.

“No, it was dark. We live miles from anywhere, deep on the Welsh Moors. Save for the moonlight, the area is in complete darkness come nightfall. Marshal didn’t get a good look at him and he was quick on his feet – disappearing over the rugged landscape and into the night.”

“Do you have any idea who this person might be and why he would want to watch your daughter?” I asked her.

“I suspect that it’s someone she has met on one of her many escapades to London,” she said. “It scares me half to death, the thought of who she may have associated with while she was there. Perhaps she told him of her privileged upbringing and he has come to rob our home. Or maybe he has come to entice her back to London – for what reason I dare not wonder. But whatever the reason, Kiera, I feel that Kayla is at risk of much harm from him.”

“Have you spoken to Kayla and asked her if she knows the identity of this stranger?” I asked.

“Yes, but she becomes evasive and then angry, throwing the most violent of tantrums,” she said. “With the help of Marshal, we have had to lock her in her room until she calms herself.”

“Tell me, did this stranger appear before or after your husband’s sudden disappearance?” I asked her.

“Just after,” she said, eyeing me. “Why do you ask?”

“No real reason,” I said trying to brush off her question. Changing the subject, I said, “Why haven’t you called the police to investigate this male?”

“As of yet, he has done nothing wrong,” she said. “He has been seen loitering around at night, but as I’ve said, I wouldn’t even be able to describe him. He hasn’t committed burglary or harmed me, my daughter, or my staff. But you have to believe me, Kiera, there is something very wrong and although Kayla seems fearless, my heart is full of dread. We live miles from the nearest town, the manor is remote, and should this man gain access to our home in my absence, I’m terrified at the thought of what might happen to my daughter. So I beg you, Kiera Hudson, please accept my offer and come to my home and protect my dear Kayla– it will be a week at the most.”

I looked into her eyes, and I could see the fear in them. What else did I have planned? Nights sitting in front of the T.V. cutting out news articles and tacking them to walls of my flat? A trip into the country would probably do me some good; take my mind off Luke, Potter, and Murphy and the search for my mother. But more than that, this was the most interesting case to come along since…since I was posted to The Ragged Cove.

“Okay, I’ll come,” I told her, and for the briefest of moments I thought she was going to faint to the floor with relief. “Oh thank you! Thank you!” she gasped, clutching her hands together as if in prayer. “You’ll have to give me your address, so I can drive down tomorrow,” I said. Then springing to her feet, Lady Hunt said, “You must come tonight, Kiera, as I leave for America first thing tomorrow morning.” “But I’ll need to pack some stuff together -” I started. “My driver is waiting outside,” she said, her voice sounding urgent. “We must leave now!”

Chapter Four

Within five minutes, I’d packed a rucksack with everything that I guessed I might need. If I’d had longer to think about Lady Hunt’s offer, maybe I wouldn’t have been so eager to go. But things in my life since returning from The Ragged Cove hadn’t been the same. Luke had left a hole somewhere inside of me, my dreams were plagued with images of my mother, nightmares haunted me day and night, and apart from Sparky, no one believed what had happened in The Ragged Cove. As I looked around at the piles of newspapers and the thousands of cuttings pinned to my wall, I knew deep down that I had to get away; but more than that, for the first time since leaving the Cove, I had a problem – something to solve – and that to me was irresistible.

With my rucksack hung over my shoulder, I switched out the light in my bedroom and closed the door behind me. Lady Hunt was standing and peering at the newspaper cuttings. Hearing me entering the room, she turned and smiled at me.

“Ready?” she asked.

“I guess,” I said.

“Let’s get going then.”

I locked the door to my flat and followed Lady Hunt down the stairs and out into the street. It was near dark, and parked by the curb was a sleek black Rolls Royce Phantom. Its body glistened like glass in the darkness and in it I could see my own reflection. Parked just in front of my Mini, or
piece of junk
as Potter had called it, the Rolls Royce looked like something from another planet. Lady Hunt was wealthier than I first realised. Oddly, the chauffeur stayed seated behind the wheel as Lady Hunt opened the back door for me to climb in. The interior of the car was upholstered in off-white leather, there were dark navy curtains at the windows, the glass in them was tinted, and a flat-screen T.V. hung down from the ceiling.

Lady Hunt closed the door shut behind me, walked round the rear of the vehicle and got in beside me. The vehicle purred into life

and crawled away from the curb. I looked back at my flat and my little red Mini, and as they disappeared into the distance, I got the strangest feeling that I might not ever see them again. Telling myself that I was just scared of stepping out of the comfort zone that I had entombed myself in, I faced front.

“The cuttings?” Lady Hunt asked.

“What about them?” I asked back.

“Why so many?”

“I’m working on a project,” I lied. “I’m doing a study on offender prof -” I started.

“I thought that perhaps you were searching for someone or some
thing
?” she cut in.

I knew by the way that she emphasised the
thing
that she was possibly referring to vampires. Trying to keep myself composed, I just stared back at her.

“You don’t really think I would leave you in charge of my daughter without doing some research into your background first, do you?” she said.

“What did you find out?” I asked her.

“You tell me,” she smiled.

“I guess it all depends on who you spoke to,” I smiled back.

Glancing out of the tinted windows, Lady Hunt said, “I know about your tales of vampires.”

Looking at her almost perfect profile, I said, “You must have believed my account of what happened to me.”

“What makes you think I believe you?” she said without turning to face me.

“If you believed me to be a liar, you wouldn’t have hired me to babysit your daughter,” I said back.

Then turning to face me she said, “I haven’t hired you for your storytelling abilities, Kiera Hudson. I’ve hired you to protect my daughter from whomever it is that lurks in the shadows at night and watches her.”

“What makes you think I can offer your daughter any protection?” I asked.

“I take it you’re not a liar?” she said, her eyes almost seeming to twinkle in the gloom of the rear of the car.

“Correct,” I said, sounding defensive.

“Well then,” she smiled. “Your account of what happened to you in The Ragged Cove must be true. And if that is the case, who better to look after my daughter than someone who managed to survive the odds against all those vampires!”

Before I’d the chance to say anything back, the car was slowing and pulling into the curb outside Havensfield Railway Station. Lady Hunt pushed open her door and started to climb out.

“We can’t be here already?” I said, knowing that we had only been on the road ten minutes.

“This is as far as I go,” she said, looking back over her shoulder at me.

“What, you’re not coming back with me?” I said feeling confused. “What about your daughter, the staff at -”

“They’re expecting you,” she smiled back at me. “My staff will welcome you and provide you with anything that you need.”

“How are they expecting me?” I said. “How did you know that I would come?”

“Like I said. Kiera, I’ve done my homework and I knew you wouldn’t be able to turn down such a problem as I’ve got,” she said.

“But where are you going?” I asked.

Standing on the pavement and looking back at me sitting in the huge car, Lady Hunt said, “I’m catching the next train to London where I’m meeting up with a business acquaintance, and tomorrow we fly out to New York. I’ll see you in one week.” Then closing the car door, she was gone.

Leaning across the back seat, I reached for the handle to open the door again, but the chauffeur was accelerating the car away down the street. Peering out of the back window, I was surprised to see that Lady Hunt had already disappeared from view. But at last, despite her immaculate but bland appearance, I had
seen
something about her. She wasn’t going to New York, any more than I was.