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had a mentor,
and there was almost no damage done besides the two puncture marks in your neck
when you died. That meant that only enough venom to change was in your system.
If you hadn't drunk one of the baggies when they were delivered it wouldn't
have been too much longer before you gave in and searched out a blood source of
your own." His eyes flicked to Lizbeth and away very quickly but everyone
noticed. Lizbeth looked pale and a little sick as she remembered how Jonah's
body had looked when she stumbled across him.
    Jonah cleared his throat. "In any case, I just thought
you needed to know how things stood. I told you I'd tell you. I saw Carson, I
ducked into the alley with him for privacy like a moron, and he ripped my
throat out with his fangs. End of story." He shrugged to show he had no
more to say but Lizbeth knew that wasn't the way the story ended at all. There
was a lot he was still keeping hidden and she was determined to make him admit
to it all.  
    "Why did he do it, Jonah?" At his look of surprise
Lizbeth asked him again. "Why would your supposed friend want to murder
you?" He glared at her but refused to speak. "Did you steal from
these people? Drugs? Guns? Money? Ah, you stole money from them so you had to
die," Lizbeth stated with disgust as his eyes flickered when she mentioned
the money.
    "You stole money from drug smugglers and gun runners?
Are you fucking insane?" Diandra screeched, the palm of her hand striking
his cheek. As everyone watched her in amazement she burst into tears. "We
had more than enough money! How could you do it? Get out of my house. Get out, get
the fuck out!" She shouted the last in his face as she shoved him brutally
into the wall. A crack ran up and down the wall from the spot where his body
hit. He glared at her, brushed himself off and then left. As Lizbeth stood
there trying to find something soothing to say Diandra dropped to the floor,
covered her face with her hands and sobbed as though her heart was breaking all
over again.
    Chapter
Nine
    The next morning Diandra came downstairs still in her robe
and her eyes were slightly puffy. From experience Lizbeth knew Diandra didn't
like to discuss things after she cried. Instead, Lizzie silently poured her a
cup of coffee, fixed it up the way she usually drank it and put a bagel in to
toast. Dia took the offered cup with a quiet "thank you" and spread a
light coat of margarine on her bagel. The two women ate quietly together but
Diandra could feel Lizbeth's speculative glances and the bagel sat in her
stomach like a lump of lead.
    "What is it, Lizzie?" Diandra asked her tiredly.
    "I know you may not want to talk right now but I think
we need to. I want to know, no, I need to know what you plan on doing about
Jonah." Lizbeth looked at her defiantly, daring her to dodge the question.
    Dia got up to take their plates to the sink. She thought to
herself that she'd miss Margaret while she was on vacation- she was off to
visit her daughter in Georgia and would be gone for about a month.
"There's nothing to say on the subject. I don't plan on doing anything
about him. He can visit with RaeLynn a couple times a week when Margaret has
gone home in the evenings and no one will see him coming and going. End of
story." She picked up Lizbeth's plate and was startled when the slender
woman grabbed her arm to hold her in place. "What?"
    "That's not good enough, sweetie. You have to have a
plan set and lay it all out to him. He's acting like it's a matter of time
before you pick up where you left off." At that, Lizbeth withdrew her hand
and looked down at her empty placemat.
    Diandra set the plates down and crouched down beside the
chair. "Honey, he can want whatever he wants- it's not going to happen. I
intend to make that clear to him and if he doesn't like it he will have to deal
or not see Rae. It's that simple."
    "It's not that simple. He's not going to give up that
easily. He hates me."
    "And I love you. That should be all that matters."
    "I