Blue Bloods (26 page)

“No?”

“You need to do what you need to do, and I need to do what I need to do.”

He looked troubled. “What do you need to do?”

She thought about Dylan, about the sad-faced boy with the wicked sense of humor and the tarnished reputation. Her friend. He had been transformed into a monster. Used and then killed.

She thought about what her grandmother had said about the Silver Bloods—they were wily, cunning, and duplicitous, and how Cordelia believed the most power ful of them all was hiding among them, disguised as a Blue Blood. But no one wanted to believe in their existence, that there was a chance they had returned. Even if Aggie’s death was real enough. And now Dylan’s as well. Charles Force was determined to watch, wait, and do nothing. But Schuyler would not wait. There was nothing she could have done for Aggie, but she had to find out who had taken Dylan. She would hunt down the Silver Bloods. Avenge her friend.

“Don’t make things any harder for yourself , Schuyler,” Jack warned.

Schuyler only smiled. “Good-bye, Jack.”

Oliver materialized suddenly. It was amazing how he always showed up right when Schuyler needed him the most. “Schuyler? The car’s waiting,” he said.

She linked her arm in his and let him walk her to the car. She had Oliver. She would never be alone.

FORTY-FOUR

The Stitched for Civilization billboard went up inTimes Square , the biggest billboard the city had ever seen. The photograph was an unusual one: there was a tan gle of two female bodies wearing only the jeans, but only one face was visible and looked toward the camera. Schuyler.

Bliss’s face was obscured by all her red hair.

Schuyler looked up at herself and laughed.

Oliver took a photo with his cell phone of Schuyler pointing to her billboard and giggling.

“You look good eighty feet high,” he said.

Schuyler looked at the face on the billboard. Her mother’s face. No, the face was her own . She looked like her mother but she had her father’s eyes. She was a vampire, but part of her was human as well. She was proud of the photograph. Then she saw the billboard across from it.

It was an advertisement for Force News Network, FNN, and the photograph was of Mimi Force wearing the channel’s logo on a tight white T-shirt. FORCE NEWS. FAIR, JUST, AND FAST.

“Look,” she said, pointing.

So Mimi had heard about the Stitched for Civilization campaign after all. And had tried to eclipse it by making her self a billboard too. No one was going to ruleTimes Square but her.

They walked past a newsstand and Oliver paid for the Post.

PREPPIE FOUND DEAD AT A PARTY. The headline blared.

Schuyler scrutinized the article. She knew the kid from The Committee. Landon Schlessinger was a Blue Blood. She was running out of time. The Silver Bloods had returned. They were back. They were here, in New York , hiding under false Blue Blood identities, infringing on their community, preying on the young, during the time when the Blue Bloods were the weakest. And the Blue Bloods would just let it happen.

But not anymore.She folded the newspaper and tucked it under her arm.

“Ollie, how do you feel about a weekend in Venice ?” she asked.