She turned back quickly. "What is it Stan? What's wrong?"

  "Don't look back there, yet. Please."

  "Why? What's–" She started to turn again.

  "Rachel!"

  God, that made my head throb.

  She looked at me again, eyes wide with concern.

  "What, Stan? What's the–"

  "Rachel, I'm not... tracking too well. I'm concussed, pretty bad. Maybe I can't... explain stuff as well as normal, okay?"

  "Sure, but if you're concussed–"

  "Will you fucking listen to me?" Bad idea, yelling. Oh, God, my head… "Sorry, I'm sorry, but there's something... behind you, that I don't... want you to see, yet. It's what's making that... sound. There's no danger, honest."

  "All right, Stan. Whatever you say." Rachel spoke in the soothing tones you use with a lunatic. Who knows – maybe she was right.

  "Short version: we're in the pump house, Lake Scranton Dam. Sligo... guy Kulick was after, was gonna do some big ritual, become a super-vampire."

  "A what? A super... what?"

  "Later. This is... short version, okay? When ick got here, he left your body... went into Sligo's. That's the guy... tortured Kulick, remember that?"

  "Remember it? I lived it, through Kulick's memories."

  "Right, sorry. Okay, so Kulick left you, then... possessed... Sligo. Took control. Then – payback time."

  "You mean, he...? Oh, dear Goddess, no!"

  "Yeah. He made Sligo... use a silver knife on himself. It's bad, Rachel – real bad. Then Kulick split... left Sligo still alive. That's him you hear. I think he's trying to scream."

  "Stan, we've got to help the poor man–"

  "Might not say... 'poor man,' if you knew… But we'll help him, in a minute. First, think you can help me... sit up?"

  "Sure. Come on." Rachel got one arm around my shoulders and lifted. I assisted as much as I could, and then I was sitting up again. The vertigo came back, but then receded. Progress, I guess.

  "Now, check on Karl," I said. "Please."

  "Karl? Your partner?"

  "Over there." I pointed. "Behind the pillar. I think maybe he's…" I couldn't finish the sentence.

  Rachel said, "Can you stay upright by yourself?"

  "Think so," I said. "If not, doesn't matter. Not far… to fall. Now go."

  She hustled over to where Karl lay so still. I saw her press two fingers against his neck, frown, then try another spot.

  No pulse. He's gone. Jeez, Karl, goddamn fucking–

  "Stan? He's alive."

  With an effort, I pulled myself out of my wallow. "What? You sure?"

  "I'm getting a pulse, but it's weak, and fast. He's hurt bad, Stan. I think his... back is broken, and he's been bleeding from the nose and mouth. Internal injuries. He needs a hospital, and quick!"

  "See if you can find my phone," I said. "It's around here... someplace. Gotta be. Must've been jarred loose, when I hit the wall."

  Rachel started casting about the floor, looking. At least, it wasn't hard to see in there, with all of Sligo's fucking lights.

  "I don't see it, Stan. Are you sure you had it with you?"

  "Yeah, I had it... oh, shit." I just remembered that I'd slipped the phone into my right hip pocket. It was so thin, and I already hurt all over anyway, I didn't even notice I'd been sitting on the damn thing. I reached back and pulled it out with clumsy fingers.

  The phone had taken the full impact of my body against the wall. It was nothing more than cracked and broken junk. "Fuck!" I threw it aside, then looked at Rachel.

  "Can't you do some... I dunno... healing magic, get him stabilized, until we get... paramedics here?"

  She shook her head sadly. "I've got none of my gear with me, Stan, and no spells prepared in advance. For the moment, I'm all out of magic. I'm sorry."

  "Shit." I tried to think, but my head hurt so much, and the vertigo kept coming and going, coming and going.

  "Rachel."

  "Yes?"

  "My weapon's... here someplace. Two weapons, actually – pistol and shotgun. See if you can find the pistol, okay?"

  "All right."

  Rachel got slowly to her feet, tottered for a few steps, then began to walk around this part of the room, eyes on the floor. "Okay, found it."

  "Bring it over here, will you?"

  In a moment she was kneeling next to me. She handed me the Beretta, and I checked the loads. Silver. Good. That was what I'd thought, but I wasn't trusting my memory for anything, at the moment. I replaced the clip, then worked the action to bring a round into the chamber.

  "Stan," Rachel said, "whatever you're thinking about doing, think some more. Please. We can do better for Karl than that."

  "It's not for Karl."

  I motioned toward the front of the room. "See the girl suspended from the ceiling? She's bleeding. Passed out, maybe."

  Rachel turned and stared. "Oh my Goddess, Stan. Who is she? We've got to–"

  "We will. Or, you will. She's a vampire, but... not one of... bad guys. Supposed to be... sacrifice number five."

  "The poor girl, she looks like she's hurt pretty bad."

  "Motherfucker cut her and stabbed her. Name's Christine. She's my... daughter."

  Rachel nodded. "This must be so awful for you, Stan."

  "Don't... seem surprised."

  She shrugged. "I heard the rumor about Stan Markowski's vampire daughter more than a year ago. The way you were always going on about how you hated vamps, I figured it just might be true. But not my business."