THE DESTRUCTOR: A Lawson Vampire Novel #3
By Jon F. Merz
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MEET LAWSON.
A cynical, wise-cracking vampire charged with protecting the Balance - the secret existence of a race of LIVING vampires that have evolved alongside humanity for thousands of years.
A FIXER.
Part-spy, and part-commando -- James Bond with fangs. Lawson mixes shrewd cunning with unmatched lethality to get his job done. He tries his best to dismantle conspiracies, dispatch bad guys, and live long enough to get home.
SHIVA.
Named after the Hindu god of destruction, she is half-vampire and half-lycanthrope. Able to change her appearance into anyone she pleases, she is one of the most dangerous assassins on the planet.
BELARUS.
The head of the vampire governing body, the Council, he is Shiva's next target.
THE LUNASPE
An ancient amulet reported to imbue its wielder with invulnerability, it might also be the real goal of Shiva's journey to Boston.
And only Lawson can stop her.
This is the third book in the Lawson Vampire series, originally published back in 2002. This book also contains an excerpt from THE SYNDICATE (A Lawson Vampire Novel #4) and runs approximately 83,000 words.
Praise for Jon F. Merz:
"Lawson is more like Jason Bourne than Dracula, making this a vampire mystery with broad appeal." --Booklist
"A powerful novel by a man who knows the turf already." -NYT Bestselling author Robert. B. Parker
"Jon F. Merz's novels move at a break-neck pace, twisting through a landscape of thrills and terror." -- Douglas Clegg, author of The Infinite and The Priest of Blood
"...a fine stalking session in vampire-noir land...a series and talented writer I'll be sticking with all the way." -- Mort Castle, author of The Strangers and On Writing Horror
Praise for Jon F. Merz's THE KENSEI (A Lawson vampire Novel #5):
"If James Bond, True Blood and Kill Bill created a mutant hybrid of a book, it would be The Kensei. A bullet train slice 'em, dice 'em mixture of action, suspense, and vampire ninjas. Did I mention vampire ninjas?"--Jason Pinter, bestselling author of The Fury and The Darkness
"The Kensei is an action novel with real bite. Vampires, Yakuza killers, crooks and animal-monster hyrbids. Jon F. Merz brings his A-game and then ratchets it up to a whole new level of supernatural action. Highly recommended!" --Jonathan Maberry, New York Times bestselling author of The Dragon Factory and Patient Zero
"In The Kensei, Jon F. Merz seamlessly welds gritty detail with myth and legend to create a thrill ride into the shadow-world lurking beneath modern Japan. Lawson's fight against evil has bone-crunching authenticity. Plus, it has vampires, ninjas, and vampire ninjas. What more could anyone ask?"--Christopher Farnsworth, author or Blood Oath
About The Author:
Jon F. Merz is a writer with over a dozen published novels, a producer for New Ronin Entertainment and a trained black belt ninja. He has taught defensive tactics to civilian crime watch groups, police, military units, and agencies like the US Department of State, the Department of Justice, and the Bureau of Prisons. In his past, Jon served with the United States Air Force, worked for the US government, and handled executive protection for Fortune 500 clients. He lives with his wife and two sons in suburban Boston.
Jon F. Merz
As a writer, Jon has published over a dozen novels including four Lawson Vampire adventures (2002-2003) with Kensington's Pinnacle Books, the Jake Thunder mystery/thriller DANGER-CLOSE (2004) with Five Star Mystery/Thorndike Press, and eight installments in the internationally bestselling adventure series Rogue Angel (2006-present) with Harlequin's Gold Eagle line. His latest thriller PARALLAX debuted in March 2009 as an exclusive ebook. Praised by bestselling authors like Robert B. Parker, Douglas Clegg, and Thomas Monteleone, Jon's novels will continue to thrill readers for many years to come. His short fiction story "Prisoner 392" (appeared alongside Stephen King in FROM THE BORDERLANDS, 2004, Warner Books) earned him an Honorable Mention in 2004's Year's Best Fantasy & Horror edited by Ellen Datlow. Jon has also co-authored two non-fiction books: LEARNING LATER, LIVING GREATER with Nancy Merz Nordstrom (2006, Sentient Publications) and THE COMPLETE IDIOT'S GUIDE TO ULTIMATE FIGHTING with Rich "Ace" Franklin (2007, Alpha Books/Penguin/Putnam) Jon's next Lawson Vampire novel will be out in Spring 2011 from St. Martin's Press. As a producer, Jon has formed New Ronin Productions with longtime friend Jaime Hassett to create television and feature film projects in the New England area. Their first project is THE FIXER, a new supernatural action series based on Jon's Lawson Vampire novels. Filming of the pilot begins in September 2009. As a ninja, Jon has studied authentic Bujinkan Budo Taijutsu/Ninjutsu for almost twenty years under Mark Davis of the Boston Martial Arts Center. He has also trained with senior Bujinkan instructors both in the United States and Japan. During a trip to Japan in February 2003, Jon earned his 5th degree black belt directly from the 34th Grandmaster of Togakure-ryu Ninjutsu, Masaaki Hatsumi. In addition to traditional training, Jon has also taught defensive tactics to a wide range of clients, including civilian crime watch groups, police and EMS first responders, military units, and federal organizations including the US Department of State, the Department of Justice, and the Bureau of Prisons. In his past, Jon served with the United States Air Force, worked for the US government, and handled executive protection for a variety of Fortune 500 clients. Visit his website at http://www.jonfmerz.net
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THE DESTRUCTOR - Jon F. Merz
Chapter One
For most humans, coming to the North Shore in Hawaii means big waves. It means a chance to surf with some of the best, if that’s your game. Or you can just hang out on the beach watching eye candy and supreme athletes mingle in the sand and sun. The scent of sex wax and tanning lotion wafts across the gently sloping beach, seducing you into a mellow state of mind.
For me, the North Shore meant a chance to finish up a case.
A bad case at that.
Details, a vitally important ingredient to any mission, were missing. I wasn’t all that surprised. I’d been a Fixer for years, hunting down vampires who break the laws of our society, and I felt almost too used to sketchy second-hand intelligence.
I’d been humping jets for the past three weeks - skipping time zones like a side-armed rock bouncing across a pond. I felt like shit.
Which again was par for the course.
My target was a woman. I had a grainy surveillance photo that looked like someone wearing Coke bottle glasses and suffering from acute glaucoma had taken it. I could make out very little.
Which meant I had to rely on informants.
Ask any intelligence operative or law enforcement professional about how great it feels to have to place absolute trust in the word of a sleazebag who turns over for a few bucks and you’ll know why I was just so gosh-darned excited about being in Hawaii.
I would have rather been home with my cats.
At least I know what they look like.
A giant tube crashed out about fifty yards from shore taking a few surfers under the swell. I saw boards go flying and feet inverted. Seconds later they all surfaced intact.
Helluva way to score some thrills.
Maybe I should have swapped jobs.
I felt the crystalline sand grind between my toes. The sun’s warmth beamed down on my skin. I was lucky enough to have inherited my father’s skin. He tanned well. Whenever we’d gone to the beach, he used to brown nicely.
I’d rather be brown than burned red.
According to the low-grade heroin addict who knew something about my target, she’d begun frequenting this beach since a week back. That would have been right after she’d ditched Bangkok.
I’d been in Pnomh Penh skirting crazy moped drivers and tricycle taxis at the time, trying to find her trail.
A trail that had gone cold.
I turned up in the islands two days after she did. Directed here by my Control back in the States who’d sent word someone had spotted her in Hawaii.
At Honolulu International Airport, the local Fixer met me. He gave me some more information and then turned me loose.
Two days later he was dead.
She’d killed him.
I’d started coming to the beach soon after getting word from the informant who’d worked with the now deceased Fixer. My first question to him had been to ask what she was doing hanging out on the North Shore.
He’d only smiled and walked away.
He was lucky I let him do that.
I spent every day on the beach. From just after sun up to just after sunset.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
I kept my gun with me all the time, even though it was a little tough wearing a piece on the beach. I usually kept it in the cooler next to me. Or else when I slid the Hawaiian short on, it went behind my right hip, where I like to wear it normally.
I kept phoning in updates to my Control. No progress. No luck. Nothing.
He kept telling me to stay put.
So I did.
A day later I sat on the beach again watching more surfers carve half-pikes in the frothy ocean, wondering if there were any tiger sharks in the area.
Excuse me.
My sunglasses did a good job of blocking out the sunlight so I didn’t have to squint. Not that I wanted to anyway.
The woman in front of me stood about five feet six inches and weighed maybe a buck ten. She had more curves than a corkscrew and they were barely contained by the triangles of fabric that made up her bikini.
I smiled. Cleared my throat. Hi.
She smiled back. I love progress.
I’ve seen you here for a few days now.
Yeah?
Mm hmm. You never go swimming, though.
I’m allergic to water.
Really?
No. But the truth is a lot more boring than that.
So you just sit here.
I just sit here.
Watching?
Some watching. Mostly waiting.
What are you waiting for?
A friend.
She crinkled her eyes. This friend of yours…is it a he?
A she, actually.
Really.
Her voice dipped.
Not that kind of friend.
Really.
Her voice lifted.
I grinned. I thought about how funny it would be to tell her the truth. That I was there to put a few bullets into the body of some woman I’d never even seen a clear picture of. Then I realized how utterly stupid the truth sounded. Sometimes life’s like that.
Why don’t you sit down?
She sat. I looked her over. Her long dark hair framed her almond-shaped eyes and smooth creamy tanned skin. Her smile spilled white against the mocha background of her face.
You’re from Hawaii?
She shook her head. No. Back in New Jersey, actually.
Filipina?
Yeah.
She brightened. Good eye.
What’s a Jersey girl doing out here?
You ever been to Jersey?
Few times.
You shouldn’t have to ask then.
Question withdrawn.
I work here.
What’s work?
I’m something of a consultant.
Self-employed.
Don’t say it like I’m some out-of-work wanna-be entrepreneur who hasn’t got a dime in the bank. I’m very much employed. And I make a pretty damned good living.
Fair enough.
"What about you?’
Me?
I spread my arms. I’m just waiting.
We covered that.
Yeah.
Do you think I’m pretty?
I smirked. You’re not much on subtlety, are you?
Life’s short. Answer the question.
I think you’re the most beautiful woman on this beach.
I glanced around for effect. Nothing finer around here.
You’re sweet.
Well, I was kinda put on the spot there.
How much longer do you have to wait?
I cleared my throat. Until my friend shows up.
And after that?
I don’t have to wait anymore.
Good.
She turned ad looked out toward the ocean. You mind if I wait with you?
I was sorta hoping you’d say something like that.
We watched the waves roll in for another hour. We watched the sun trek west, spilling oranges and reds into the blue green of the Pacific. We sat close together as a breeze kicked up sand and bounced it off our skin.
And time ticked by.
People left the beach.
Until we were alone.
And she looked at me. Are you through waiting?
I’d sure as hell like to be.
Your friend didn’t show up.
Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe you should just kiss me now.
I did. I kissed her full lips, tasted the sweet coconut oil, felt her moist tongue part my lips and search for my own. I felt her hands touch the back of my head, fingers roaming through my short bristly hair. Then they slid south. Down my back. Down past my hips. Down lower.
And lower.
She broke the kiss and smiled at me. Her eyes a mere inch from mine.
I’m glad you asked me to wait with you.
Why’s that?
She gave me another peck on the lips. Her hands tightened around my butt. Because it’s a lot easier killing somebody at night.
Her words barely had a chance to register before I felt her fingers turn into claws, digging into my butt, ripping, shredding their way north.
Toward my kidneys.
I cried out, twisted under her grasp, and tried to roll away. She tucked her body into mine and rolled with me. I could hear her laughing as we tumbled toward the waves.
You won’t get rid of me that easily, Lawson.
Oh crap.
It had to be her – the woman I’d been sent to kill.
As we rolled I brought my elbow up and smashed it into her face. My pistol was back at the cooler. If I could just get to it-
She grunted as I struck her nose. I heard a crunch and figured I’d broken it. I smelled blood a moment later and fought back the sudden rise of saliva in my mouth.
We broke free.
Are we having fun yet?
In the dark I could see her almost as well as during the daylight. Vampires can see pretty well at night. Waves crashed at our feet. We circled under the new moon, embraced by a million stars overhead.
She crouched low – between the cooler and me.
And my gun.
And then something else happened. She began to…change.
One minute she was the foxy Asian woman who’d sat down next to me. The next minute she was different. Her voice, her hair, her body structure.
All different.
What the hell was going on?
It struck me just as she lashed out with a roundhouse kick to my temple. I slid inside the arc of the kick and caught her leg, punching into the underside of her thigh.
She yelped.
Christ.
A lycanthrope.
I swore under my breath. What the hell had I been assigned to kill a lycanthrope for? I killed vampires for a living, not were-creatures.
She rolled away, yanking her leg out of my lock.
I ran for the cooler.
She tackled me halfway there, taking me down at the knees in a way that would have a scout for the NFL drool with desire. I went face first into the sand and came up spitting beach.
She grabbed my head from behind and rammed me back into the sand. I bucked up with my hips and butt, trying to unseat her.
She laughed.
I’ve played ride ‘em Bronco before, Lawson. I’m very good at it.
Maybe. I rolled to the side and she fell off. I straddled her and went for a chokehold, slamming my forearm into her throat and shoving it down trying to cut off air and circulation.
She struggled, but the beach enveloped her, making it tough to get any purchase.
And then I felt her claws on my lower ribs. She grabbed a handful of skin and twisted it like a doorknob.
And she opened me up.
I gritted my teeth as I felt my body rise just a little bit. That’s all it took. I felt the knee shot a second later.
It thundered into my groin and my bowels dropped south like a cinder block tossed off a building. I grunted and rolled off her, clutching my crotch.
She rolled away from me, gasping for breath and retching in time to my own.
Her voice hissed across the beach. "Bastard!"
The cooler lay twenty feet from me. I turned over on to my stomach. I had to get to it. I clawed at the sand, trying to find the strength to stand.
She was on all fours. She looked at me. You’re good.
I didn’t say anything. I just had to reach the damned cooler.
She stood, massaging her throat. Almost had me.
Ten feet from the cooler.
I ought to kill you the way I did the other Fixer.
Eight feet.
I ought to.
Six feet.
But I won’t.
Four feet. Almost within…reach.
Good-bye, Lawson.
I felt the plastic under my hand and tore the lid off. I felt the gun a second later and tore it out, flipping over on the sand, searching for a target.
But she was gone.
She’d disappeared.
Right in front of me.
Almost like she didn’t even exist at all.
And if it wasn’t for my swollen and bruised scrotum, I might have almost believed she’d been a ghost.
A ghost that had almost killed me.
Chapter Two
That was then.
This was now.
They called her Shiva, after the Hindu god of destruction.
I called her a lot of four-letter words. Especially after our run-in in Hawaii.
Shiva was one of those cases I wished I could forget. One of the missions that crept back into my mind – that haunted my memory - usually after I’d had a few glasses of Bombay Sapphire and tonic. When the lights were low and I had some Dexter Gordon filtering out of the stereo.
Like her namesake, Shiva destroyed things.
She killed with the same frosty attitude so common to hardened street thugs or wartime orphans who have had to eke out a life among the death and ruin.
Shiva excelled at killing.
Before the Council sent me after her, she killed three Fixers as easily as the sun comes up. That’s a pretty good record for someone not even in the service.
But Shiva had a gift.
And that gift gave her an incredible edge. It made her tougher to hunt and kill than most anyone else we’d ever faced before.
Shiva could change.
Transform.
And she could do it standing right in front of you. One minute she was there. The next, she was someone else. Someone new. And trying to keep track of her was next to impossible.
According to her dossier, she’d been born to a pair of vampire parents in Seattle. She’d been raised with no problems. In fact, the psychological profile attached to the file insisted, everything seemed normal. But as I’ve often said in this business, just when thing seem normal, you’d better hike up your pants or you’ll get boned pretty damned hard.
So it was with Shiva.
Digging deeper into Shiva’s family history, it became apparent that the phrase normal vampire
had gone out the window quite a while ago - thanks to two generations previous when one of her uncles had a one-night-stand with a lycanthrope.
That’s a werewolf to you and me.
Well, not necessarily a wolf,
lycanthropes could change into pretty much whatever they wanted to. These days, it was other humans most of the time. But some of them still liked roaming around forests on four legs.
A lot of vampires called them moon dogs.
I had a bit more respect than that.
After all, Shiva had disappeared right in front of me.
And despite my best efforts, I hadn’t been able to find her again.
I don’t like coming up empty.
I like getting my job done.
I sighed, closed the file, and looked up. Across the table from me sat a wispy thin guy named Niles.
Niles - my new Control.
And I wasn’t especially thrilled about it.
Why? For one reason, Controls are - or should I say were - all former Fixer agents. They’ve been out in the cold, been shot at, and experienced a rough life most others of our kind can’t even imagine.
But ol’ Niles looked like he’d spent most of his life cowering away in a corner somewhere. He looked like the kind of guy who actually believed the sky was falling or the check was in the mail.
Now I know why Arthur hadn’t claimed it was good news.
Maybe I’d just think of Niles as a temp. A fill-in. After all, working with me usually had a way of weeding out the ones who couldn’t cut it.
I shouldn’t have complained. After all, I’d been on the Council for months about getting a replacement Control. My last one met with an untimely demise when I killed him for treason.
I don’t like traitors.
Then again, I’m not exactly fond of wispy guys either.
Niles seemed to be considering how he would navigate the bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup on the table without scalding himself. He took a single spoonful and spent the next three minutes blowing the steam off of it. Finally, after giving it a searching look, he extended his lips to the spoon, slurped vaguely, then finally took the rest into his mouth, chewed slowly for about forty seconds, and then swallowed.
I sighed.
This did not look good.
We sat in a small eatery called Mr. Lee’s in Harvard Square. I like the place because it’s a greasy spoon that happens to turn out damned fine food. It’s small, and occasionally given to precocious students who yammer too much about inconsequential things, but that’s what young people are supposed to do. I go there for a kick-ass cheeseburger and soda fountain style cola. Sometimes, that just about the best meal you could ever hope to eat.
Niles had blanched when I ordered up the burger.
Don’t you know how bad beef is for you?
I looked at him. Since when is cholesterol a problem for us?
They’re doing studies, you know.
My teeth are used for eating meat, not grazing on grass. We didn’t work our way to the top of the food chain to spend life munching on hay and herbs.
I grabbed the burger and seated us by the booth next to the door. Sure it was humid and uncomfortable every time someone came in, but I was hungry, I had a cheeseburger, and that was as good as my life needed to be at that particular moment.
At least up until Niles dropped the dossier in front of me.
Know her?
I cleared my throat. Tell me something, Niles.
What?
I leaned across the laminated tabletop. Did they tell you anything at all about me?
You mean the Council?
He started, hearing how loud he’d spoken, and then leaned in and reduced his voice to a whisper. You mean the Council?
I’m not listed in Internet chat rooms, Niles.
He sat back. Well, yes, they told me some things about you.
What - exactly?
He took another spoonful of soup but didn’t give it the required three minutes of preparatory fellatio and promptly burned himself. When he’d recovered as much as he possibly could barring the sudden appearance of a container of Bactine, he shrugged. They told me you killed your last Control.
I love it when the Council stresses my positive attributes. Work your butt off for them and they shit on you. Typical. They tell you he was a traitor - that his execution was justified, warranted, and damned necessary?
No.
He grinned. But I looked that up in the file myself.
Score one for Niles. I flipped open Shiva’s dossier and looked at her picture. It must have been taken a few years back from the look of it. Long flowing brown hair, blue eyes, arching eyebrows. Overall a nice package. Albeit deadly as all get-out.
Yeah, I know her.
I pointed to the photo. This thing’s useless. Shiva can look like anyone she wants to. She could be Katie Couric one day and Tiger Woods the next and the only way you’d know it was her is if she played a bad round on the links.
Niles ignored his soup for the moment and sipped his iced tea. The Council believes she may be heading to Boston.
The Council told me she was dead.
Yes, I heard that, too.
More lies from the Council. Who woulda thunk it? Why’s she coming here?
We’re not sure.
Ah, there’s that nifty intelligence gathering apparatus I love so much.
They have another agent following her.
Another Fixer?
Yes.
Who is it? They’d better be damned good or she’ll take him pretty quick.
Niles removed a small notebook from his jacket, opened it and scanned a page. Agent’s name is Jarvis. I was told you two worked together before.
This second piece of news had the potential to ruin my otherwise great lunch. Jarvis. Mr. Gung-Ho. Disco-stud boy with the ladies and the kind of guy smart Fixers don’t want to be around. Reason? He was dangerous. Being headstrong does not grant you invulnerability. Jarvis thought otherwise. That’s where we differed on opinion. He could operate okay, but no one ever wanted to stand too close to the guy. It was like being next to a lightning rod in the middle of a thunderstorm. You were gonna get struck, it was just a question of when.
I’d last seen Jarvis in Tokyo. I did not have fond memories of that trip.
Where’s he now?
En route to Boston. I was told he’d be touching down some time this afternoon. You want to meet him at the airport?
No.
I took a long sip on my coke. You can get in touch with him?
I have his cell phone number.
Tell him to meet me at the place we met the last time he was here in town. And tell him to make damned sure he’s not followed.
Niles looked at me. Followed? From the airport? Really, Lawson, you don’t actually think-
Listen to me, Niles, because I am only going to say this one time: take no chances. Take nothing for granted. If we’re going to be dealing with Shiva, then anything is a possibility.
’We?’
Niles looked like I’d fed him raw beef.
I didn’t mean you. I meant Jarvis and I.
Oh.
I wiped my mouth, suddenly not so hungry any more. I made a mental note to stop eating with my Controls. Seemed like my meals always went south as a result of it.
Say, Niles.
Yes?
The Council, they…uh…told me you were over in Saudi Arabia finishing up some work.
Yes.
What were you doing over there? Exactly?
He looked happy I’d taken an interest in him. You really want to know?
I asked, didn’t I?
I was leading a management course for other Controls.
My jaw must have hit the table. My head suddenly hurt. I wondered how much acid I would have had to take to con myself into believing Niles could be any kind of leader or manager. I decided I’d probably have to overdose ten times.
A management course.
Uh huh. Neat, huh?
It has been my experience that people who use the word neat
in their everyday vocabulary are to be avoided as often as possible. I also don’t like hard-line vegenazis. And I’ve already elaborated on my hard-line stance against wimpy dudes.
Niles was batting a thousand and we weren’t even on the damned field yet. I love it when my life suddenly becomes so rosy I just about can’t stand it anymore.
There anything else we need to discuss?
Niles smiled, took a final sip of his iced tea and shook his head. No. I’ll pass Jarvis the message. Do you Shiva’s dossier?
I shook my head. There was no need. I know her already.
I just wished to god I didn’t.
Chapter Three
Jarvis looked about the same as he had in Japan. A mop of shock black hair topped his head and bushy eyebrows overpowered his face. We’d nicknamed him Captain Unibrow once but I don’t think anyone called him that anymore. Not since he’d started plucking or waxing or whatever the hell he was doing to keep the fuzzy growth barely at bay.
I watched him thread his way through the bustling crowds outside Boston’s Fanueil Marketplace and