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Undead andUnreturnable

MaryJaniceDavidson

In honor of my grandfather,

JohnOpitz ,

who taught me to do the best I could without complaint.

Which, like all important life lessons,

is lost on me.

Acknowledgments

First and forever I must, must, must thank my children, who are brilliant, charming, and deft at

entertaining themselves when Mom's locked in the office on deadline. They'd probably prefer my

company to a few lines in a book, but as always, their expectations are too high; I'm just not that good a

parent.

Another thousand thank-yous(to go with the kisses!) to my husband, Anthony, who came up with

"sinistermetrosexuality " and likes Betsy almost as much as he likes me. He puts up with the mood

swings, speechifying, and ear-cutting that is part and parcel of living with a mass-market paperback

author, and I adore him for it.

Thanks also to my PR person/best friend/evil sidekick JessicaGrowette , who I swear lies awake at night

thinking about how to get my name out there. Which is cool, if creepy.

The Magic Widows, of course, must also be thanked. I learn something every Tuesday. Even better,

sometimes I retain it!

Special thanks to Carl Hiaasen, JohnSandford , andLaurell K. Hamilton for continually showing me how

it's done.

Finally, thank you to the readers who enjoy reading about Betsy's comings and goings and who wanted

to know where she went next. Thanks for hopping in and coming for the ride.

Author's Note

After seeing all the books, movies, magazines, andNational Enquirer articles out there about serial killers,

I got a little curious. After some research, I found that the actual number of estimated psycho killer

nutjobs running around is anywhere between ten and five hundred. (For obvious reasons, it's tough to

come up with an exact number.)

Let's say the experts are way off, and triple the guesstimate: one thousand, five hundred. There are about

three hundred million people in theUnited States . So roughly .0000005 percent of the population is

made up of serial killers. Needless to say, chances are you're not going to trip over one in your driveway.

Betsy, of course, has problems most of us will never, ever have to deal with. She and Detective Nick

Berry win the serial killer lottery in this tale, but, like drinking blood and endless police paperwork, it's

not something most of the rest of the population has to worry about.

Also, colic is bad. But it doesn't last forever.

From the Book of the Dead:

"And theQueene shallnoe the dead, all the dead, and neither shall they hide from her nor keep secrets

from her."

And:

"And she willnoe Evil in many forms, and defeat it should that be her will, and be the Protector and

Avenger of all the dead, for as long asshalt be the will of theQueene ."

"Just like a spider with a line of silk! Did you ever see them throw themselves out into space to weave?

They're taking a chance, every single time. They got to do it or else they'd never create anything. But I

bet it don't feel good, even to a spider."

—Olivia Goldsmith,Fashionably Late

"It's not a bad little tree, really. It just needs a little love."

—Linus,A Charlie Brown Christmas

"There's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!"

—Charles Dickens,A Christmas Carol

Prologue

From theSt. PaulPioneer Press

December 15, 2005

THIRD WOMAN FOUND SLAIN.Minneapolis,Minnesota .

The body of anEdina resident was found this morning at approximately six-thirty A.M. Cathie Robinson,

26, was found in the parking lot of the Lake Street Wal-Mart. Forensics show that she had been

strangled. She had been reported missing on December 13. She is believed to be the third victim of the

so-called Driveway Killer, who has so far claimed at least three local victims.

Detective Nick Berry, who has been working with the FBI since the second victim, Martha Lundquist,

was found on November 23, said the investigation is pursuing several leads. "This is our top

priority,"Berry said. "Nothing else even comes close."

Ms. Lundquist was reported missing on November 8, and her body was found in the parking lot of a

White Bear Lake Target store on November 10.

The FBI has profiled the killer, who appears to be choosing tall blond women with light-colored eyes

and short hair. Although an arrest is "imminent,"Berry warnsMinneapolis women to use caution when

leaving their places of business.

It is believed that the Driveway Killer has also struck inIowa ,Missouri , andArkansas .

The FBI and local police believe that the first local victim was Katie Johnson, 27, who was reported

missing on October 28 and whose body was found on November 4 in the parking lot of the Lakeville

McStop .

From theStar TribuneDecember 17, 2005

BORN, to Antonia Taylor and John Peter Taylor ofEdina,Minnesota , a boy, Jonathon Peter Taylor II,

at 12:05 A.M. on December 15 at Fairview Ridges Edina.

Chapter 1

This is how my tombstone read:

Elizabeth Anne Taylor

April 25, 1974-April 25, 2004

Our sweetheart, only resting

"That's just so depressing," my best friend, Jessica Watkins, observed.

"It's weird." My sister, Laura Goodman, was staring. "That is very, very weird."

"Our sweetheart, only resting?" I asked. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

"I think it's nice," my sister said, a little hesitantly.

She looked like a dirty old man's dream with her long, butterscotch-blond hair, big blue eyes, and red

peacoat . You know how ministers' kids will sometimes go wild when they finally get away from their

parents? Laura was the devil's daughter (no, really), so her way of rebelling was to be as nice and sweet

as possible. A dastardly plan. "It's a little different. Most of the people I know would have gone with a

Bible verse, but your mama certainly didn't have to."

"Given how things turned out," Jess replied, running a hand over her skinned-back black hair, "it's a little

prophetic, don't you think?" As usual, when she put her hair up, she pulled it back so tightly, the arch of

her eyebrows made her look constantly amazed. Though it's possible, given where we were standing,

that she reallywas amazed.

"I think standing in front of my own grave is the last place I want to be on the seventeenth day of

December, is what I think." Depressingand creepy. Must be the holidays.

Jessica sighed again and rested her forehead on my shoulder. "Poor Betsy. I can't get over it. You were

so young!"

Laura smirked a little. "Like turning thirty wasn't enough of a trauma. Poor Betsy."

"So young!"

"Will you pull yourself together, please? I'm right here." I stuck my hands into my coat pockets and

sulked. "What is it, like ten below out? I'm freezing."

"You're always freezing. Don't bitch if you're going to go outside without your gloves. And it's thirty-five

degrees, you big baby."

"Would you like my coat?" Laura said. "I don't really feel the cold."

"Another one of your sinister powers," Jessica said. "We'll add it to the list with weapons made of hellfire

and always being able to calculate a 22 percent tip. Now Bets, run this by me again… how'd your

tombstone finally show up here?"

I explained, hopefully for the last time. I had, of course, died in the spring. Rose in the early dawn hours

the day of my funeral and gone on undead walkabout. Because my body was MIA, the funeral was

cancelled.

But my mother, who had been in a huge fight with my dad andstepmom about what to spend on my

marble tombstone, had rushed to order the thing. By the time it was finished, no funeral, no service, no

burial. (My family knew the truth about what I was now, and so did Jessica. My other coworkers and

friends had been told the funeral had been a joke, one in very poor taste.)

So anyway, my tombstone had been in storage the last six months. (My stepmother had been pushing

for plain, cheap granite, with my initials and my dates of death and birth; a penny saved is a penny

earned, apparently. My dad, as he always did when my mom and Antonia were involved, stayed out of

it.)

After a few months, the funeral home had politely contacted my mother and asked what she'd like to do

with my tombstone. Mom had the plot and the stone paid for, so she had them stick it in the dirt the day

before yesterday, and mentioned it at lunch yesterday. You know how it goes: "Waiter, I'll have the

tomato soup with Parmesan croutons, and by the way, honey, I had your tombstone set up in the

cemetery yesterday."

Jessica and Laura had been morbidly curious to see it, and I'd tagged along. What the hell, it made for a

break from wedding arrangements and Christmas cards.

"Your mom," Jessica commented, "is a model of scary efficiency."

Laura brightened. "Oh, Dr. Taylor is so nice."

"And just when I think your stepmother can't get any lamer… no offense, Laura." The Ant was

technically Laura's birth mother. It was a long story.

"I'm not offended," she replied cheerfully.

"Have you twoweirdos seen enough?"

"Wait, wait." Jessica plopped the bouquet of cream-colored calla lilies on my grave. I nearly shrieked.

I'd sort of assumed she'd picked those up for one of the eighty thousand tables in our house. Not for my

grave . Ugh! "There we go."

"Let's bow our heads," Laura suggested.

"Noway . You're both fucking ill."

"Language," my sister replied mildly.

"We're not praying over my grave. I'm massivelycreeped out just being here. That would be the final,

ultimately too-weird step,ya weirdo."

"I'mnot the one on a liquid diet, O vampire queen. Fine, if you won't pray, then let's book."

"Yeah," I said, casting one more uneasy glance at my grave. "Let's."

Chapter 2

"Good evening, Your Majesty."

"Tina, baby," I called, dumping more cream in my tea. "Have a seat. Have a cup."

"How long have you been up?"

"Two hours or so," I said, trying not to sound smug. God had answered my prayers and lately I'd been

waking up around four in the afternoon. Of course, I lived inMinnesota in December, so it was just as

dark at four as it was at eight, but still.

"But you… you haven't seen the paper?" Tina sat down across from me, theTrib folded under her arm.

She put it next to her and ignored the teapot. "Not yet?"

"I don't like the sound ofthat . Not one bit." Tina hesitated, and I braced myself. Tina was an old

vampire, ridiculously beautiful like most vampires, totally devoted to Sinclair and, to a lesser extent, me.

She had made Sinclair, way back when, and helped us both win our crowns more recently, protected us,

lived with us (not like that,ewww !)… she was like a major domo, except little and cute. So I guess she'd

be a minor domo.

She had long, taffy-colored hair, which she usually piled up in an efficient knot, and enormous dark eyes.

Big brownish-black anime eyes. Though she barely came up to my chin, she gave off an almost noble air.

LikeScarlett O'Hara's mother Ellen, I'd never seen Tina's shoulders touch the back of any chair; I'd never

seen her even slouch. She was also insanely smart and never forgot anything. She was a lot more

queenlike than me, to tell the truth.

Anyway, my point was, she handled with aplomb the sort of situations that would drive most of us

clinically insane or at least irritable. And she was hesitating. She wasnervous .

Lord, help me be strong. "I guess you better tell me." She silently unfolded the paper and handed it to

me. Births and deaths. I read the announcement. "Huh," I said with totalunsurprise . "My brother was

born days ago, and they didn't bother to tell me. How about that."

Tina was actually cringing in her chair and opened her eyes wide at my remarks. "That's… that's all?

That's your only comment?"

"Oh, come on. I grew up with those people. This isn't exactly atypical behavior. I guess I betterget over

to the house and pay my respects. Let's see… we're supposed to meet with the florist tonight, but I

seriously doubt Sinclair'sgonna mind if I reschedule that… and Jess and I are supposed to have a late

supper, but she won't want me to miss this… yeah, I'll go see the baby tonight."

Tina's perfect, smooth forehead was wrinkled in surprise. "I must say, Majesty, you're taking this much

better than I anticipated."

"I was sort of expecting it. I've been keeping half an eye on the birth announcements… just haven't had a

chance to get to them today. The baby's early… I didn't think the Ant was due until January."

"She might have gotten her dates mixed up," Tina suggested. "It's possible she miscalculated the date of

her last menstrual—"

"I'm trying to kill my unholy thirst, here," I reminded her.

"Sorry."

I took another look at the paper. "So brother Jon. You know, the last baby the Ant had was the

daughter of the devil. Wonder what you'regonna be like?"

Chapter 3

"Your father's not here," the Ant said. Although she looked haggard, her pineapple-colored hair helmet

was in perfect shape. She was clutching a baby monitor in her unpolished fingers, and a steady,

monotonous crying was coming out of it. "He's not back until tomorrow."

"I'm here to see the baby, Antonia. You know, my brother? Congratulations, by the way."

She was still hanging in the doorway, keeping me standing on the front step. "It's not a good time,

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UndeadandUnreturnableMaryJaniceDavidson Inhonorofmygrandfather,JohnOpitz,whotaughtmetodothebestIcouldwithoutcomplaint.Which,likeallimportantlifelessons,islostonme. Acknowledgments FirstandforeverImust,must,mustthankmychildren,whoarebrilliant,charming,anddeftatentertainingthemselveswhenMom'sloc...

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