I missed Sunday afternoons watching old musicals. Saturday hiking through the woods, bird-watching, or entire weekends of rafting on the Meramec. I missed hearing about his day at school. I missed him. The body was just a very nice bonus. I wasn’t sure there were enough roses in the world to make me forget what Richard had almost been to me.
He stalked away towards the stairs and his interrupted shower. If I’d been as strong of will as I liked to think, I wouldn’t have watched him walk away. I had a sudden vivid image of licking water off his chest and jerking that tiny white towel away. The image was clear enough that I had to turn away and take a few deep breaths. He wasn’t mine anymore. Maybe he never had been.
“I don’t mean to interrupt the stud watch,” Jamil said, “but who is the dead guy, and why did he try to kill you?”
If I thought I’d been embarrassed before, I was wrong. The fact that I’d let the shit with Richard distract me from the much more vital question of the would-be murderer just proved that I wasn’t up on my game. It was too careless for words. The sort of carelessness that can get you killed.
“I don’t know him,” I said.
Louie lifted the sheet that someone had thrown over him. “I don’t recognize him either.”
“Please,” Ronnie said. She was looking somewhere between grey and green again.
Louie let the sheet fall back, but it was flatter somehow and clung to the top of his head. The blood soaked up the cotton like oil to a wick.
Ronnie made a small sound and ran for the bathroom.
Louie watched her run out. I watched him watch her. He caught me looking and said, “She’s killed people before.” The implied “why is this worse?” went unsaid.
“Once before,” I said.
He stood up. “Did she react like this?”
I shook my head. “I think it was the sight of his brains leaking all over the porch that did it.”
Gwen walked into the room. “A lot of people who can take the sight of blood don’t like to see other things leaking out.”
“Thank you, Ms. Therapist,” Jamil said.
She turned to him like a small blond storm, her otherworldly energy spiraling through the room. “You are a homophobic bastard.”
I raised eyebrows. “I miss something?”
“Jamil is one of those men who believes that every lesbian is just a heterosexual woman waiting for the right man. He was persistent enough to me that Sylvie kicked his ass.”
“Such language from a trained therapist,” Jason said. He’d rushed up from the basement where the vampires were stored for the day when the shooting started. When the excitement died down, he’d gone back to check on everybody.
“All quiet down below?” I asked.
He gave me that grin of his that managed to be both mischievous and just a touch evil. “Quiet as a tomb.”
I groaned because he expected it. But the smile left my face before it left his. “Could it be the council?” I asked.
“Could what be the council?” Louie asked.
“Whoever sent the hit man,” I said.
“Do you really think he was a hit man?” Jamil asked.
“You mean was he a professional assassin?”
Jamil nodded.
“No,” I said.
“Why wasn’t he a professional?” Gwen asked.
“Not good enough,” I said.
“Maybe he was a virgin.” Jamil said.
“You mean a first timer?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe.” I glanced at the sheet-covered lump. “He picked the wrong career.”
“If it had been some suburban housewife or an investment banker, he’d have done okay,” Jamil said.
“Sounds like you know.”
He shrugged. “I’ve been an enforcer since I was fifteen. My threat’s not worth anything unless I’m willing to kill.”
“How does Richard feel about that?” I asked.
Jamil shrugged again. “Richard’s different, but if he wasn’t, then I’d be dead. He’d have killed me right after he killed Marcus. It’s standard op for a new Ulfric to kill the old leader’s enforcers.”
“I wanted you dead.”
He smiled and it was tight, but not altogether unpleasant. “I know what you wanted. You’re closer to being one of us than he is sometimes.”
“I just don’t have a lot of illusions, Jamil. That’s all.”
“You think Richard’s morality is an illusion?”
“He nearly crushed your throat earlier today. What do you think?”
“I think he also healed me. Marcus and Raina couldn’t have done that.”
“Would they have hurt you that badly by accident?” I asked.
He smiled, a quick baring of teeth. “If Raina had gone for my throat, it wouldn’t have been by accident.”
“On a whim,” Gwen said, “but not by accident.”
The werewolves all had a moment of perfect understanding. None of them mourned Raina, not even Jamil, who had sort of been on her side.
I shook my head. “I just don’t think the council would send out some amateur with a gun. They’ve got enough daytime muscle to do the job without hiring outsiders.”
“Then who?” Jamil asked.
I shook my head again. “I wish I knew.”
Ronnie came back into the living room. We all watched her as she made her shaky way back to the couch. She sat down, eyes red-rimmed from crying and other things. Louie brought her a glass of water. She sipped it very slowly and looked at me. I expected her to talk about the dead man. Maybe to accuse me of being a horrible friend. But she’d decided to ignore the dead body and work on the live ones.
“If you had slept with Richard when you first started dating, all this pain could have been avoided.”
“You’re so sure of that,” I said. I let Ronnie change the subject. She needed something else to concentrate on. I’d have preferred the topic to be something besides my love life, but…I owed her.
“Yes,” she said, “the way you look at him, Anita. The way he looks at you when he’s not being cruel. Yeah, I’m sure.”
Part of me agreed with her, part of me…“There’d still be Jean-Claude.”
She made an impatient sound. “I know you. If you’d had sex with Richard first, you still wouldn’t be sleeping with that damn vampire. You think sex is a commitment.”
I sighed. We’d had this talk before. “Sex should mean something, Ronnie.”
“I agree,” she said. “But if I had your scruples, I’d still just be holding hands with Louie. We’re having a wonderful time.”
“But where is it going?”
She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the back of the couch. “Anita, you make your life harder than it has to be.” She opened her eyes and moved just her head so she could look at me and still slump. “Why can’t a relationship just be what it is? Why does everything with you have to be so damn serious?”
I folded my arms over my stomach and stared at her. If I thought I was going to stare her down, I was wrong. I looked away first. “It is serious or should be.”
“Why?” she said.
I was finally reduced to shrugging. If I hadn’t been having sex with a vampire out of wedlock, I’d have had some moral high ground to stand on. As it was, I had nothing to fight back with. I’d been virtuous for so long, but when I lost it, I lost it big time. From celibacy to fucking the undead. If I’d still been Catholic, it would have been enough to get me excommunicated. Of course, being an Animator was enough to get me excommunicated. Lucky for me I was Protestant.
“You want some advice from your Auntie Ronnie?”
That made me smile, a small smile, but it was better than nothing. “What advice?”
“Go upstairs and join that man in the shower.”
I looked at her, suitably scandalized. The fact that I’d been pretty much fantasizing about doing just that not ten minutes ago only made it more embarrassing. “You saw him in the kit
chen, Ronnie. I don’t think he’s in a co-ed shower sort of mood.”
A look came into her eyes that suddenly made me feel young or maybe naive. “You strip off and surprise him, and he won’t kick you out. You don’t get that kind of anger without heat. He wants you as badly as you want him. Just give into it, girlfriend.”
I shook my head.
She sighed. “Why not?”
“A thousand things, but mainly, Jean-Claude.”
“Dump him,” she said.
I laughed. “Yeah, right.”
“Is he really that good? So good that you couldn’t give him up?”
I thought about that for a minute and didn’t know what to say. It finally boiled down to one thing, and I said it out loud. “I’m not sure there are enough white roses in the world to make me forget Richard.” I held up a hand before she could interrupt. “But I’m not sure there are enough cozy afternoons in all eternity to make me forget Jean-Claude.”
She sat up straight on the couch, staring at me. A look almost of sorrow filled her eyes. “You mean that, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” I said.
Ronnie shook her head. “Jesus, Anita, you are screwed.”
That made me laugh, because she was right. It was either cry or laugh about it, and Richard had gotten all the tears he was getting from me for one day.
34
THE PHONE RANG, and I jumped. Now that the danger was over, I could be jumpy. I went into the kitchen and picked up the phone. Before I could even answer, I heard Dolph’s voice. “Anita, you okay?”
“The police grapevine is even faster than I thought,” I said.
“What are you talking about?”
I told him what I’d told the 911 operator.
“I didn’t know,” Dolph said.
“Then why did you want to know if I was okay?”
“Nearly every vampire-owned business or house in the city was hit about the same time this morning. They fire-bombed the Church of Eternal Life, and we’ve had one-on-one hits on non-vamps all over the city.”
Fear rushed through me like fine champagne, useless adrenaline with nowhere to go. I had a lot of friends that were undead, not just Jean-Claude. “Dead Dave’s, has it been hit?”
“I know Dave resents being kicked off the force after he…died, but we take care of our own. His bar’s got a uniformed guard until we find out what the hell is going on. We got the arsonist before he could do more than smoke up an outside wall.”
I knew that only the bad vamps were at the Circus, but Dolph didn’t. He might find it strange if I didn’t ask. “The Circus?”
“They defended themselves against a couple of arsonists. Why didn’t you ask about the love of your life, first, Anita? Isn’t he home?”
Dolph asked like he already knew, which could mean he knew or it could mean he was fishing. But I was pretty sure the council flunkies wouldn’t have told the whole truth. Half-truth, it was. “Jean-Claude stayed over last night.”
The silence this time was even thicker than before. I let it build into something thick and unpleasant enough to choke on. I don’t know how long we listened to each other breathe, but it was Dolph who broke first. “Lucky for him. Did you know this was coming?”
That caught me off guard. If he thought I’d held out on something this big, no wonder he was pissed at me. “No, Dolph, I swear I had no idea.”
“Did your boyfriend?”
I thought about that for a second. “I don’t think so, but I’ll ask him when he gets up.”
“Don’t you mean when he rises from the dead?”
“Yeah, Dolph,” I said, “that’s what I mean.”
“You think he could have known about all this shit and not told you?”
“Probably not, but he has his moments.”
“Yet you still date him…I just don’t understand that, Anita.”
“If I could explain it so that it made sense to you, Dolph, I would, but I can’t.”
He sighed. “You got any ideas why someone’s hitting all the monsters today?”
“You mean, why monsters or why this date?” I asked.
“Either,” he said.
“You’ve got some suspects in custody, right?”
“Yes.”
“They haven’t talked.”
“Only to ask for a lawyer. A lot of them ended up dead like yours.”
“Humans Against Vampires, or Humans First, maybe,” I said.
“Would either of them hit shifters?”
My stomach clenched into a nice tight knot. “What do you mean?”
“A man walked into a bar in the loop with a submachine gun with silver ammo.”
For a minute I thought Dolph meant the Lunatic Cafe, Raina’s old restaurant, but it wasn’t an openly lycanthrope hangout. I tried to think what was up there that was openly shifter. “The Leather Den?” I made it a question.
“Yeah,” he said.
The Leather Den was the only bar in the country, to my knowledge, that was a hangout for sadomasochistic gay men who happened to be shapeshifters. It was a triple threat to any hatemonger. “Geez, Dolph, if it wasn’t happening with everything else, I’d say it could be almost any right-wing fruitcake. Did you get the machine gunner alive?”
“Nope,” Dolph said. “The survivors ate him.”
“Bet they didn’t,” I said.
“They used teeth to kill him, Anita. That’s eating him in my book.”
I’d seen shapeshifters eat people, not just attack them, but since most of those were illegal kills, i.e. murders, I let Dolph win the fight. He was still wrong, but hard to show him my proof without getting people in trouble.
“Whatever you say, Dolph.”
He was quiet for long enough that I had to say, “You still there?”
“Why do I think you’re holding back on me, Anita?”
“Would I do that?”
“In a heartbeat,” he said.
His asking about the date had triggered some vague memory. “There is something about today’s date.”
“What is it?” he asked.
“I don’t know—something. Do you need me to come in?”
“Since almost all this shit is preternatural-related, every uniform and his K9 is asking for us. So yeah, we need everybody in the field today. They’ve been hitting the monster isolation wards of most of the major hospitals.”
“Jesus, Stephen,” I said.
“He’s all right, they all are,” Dolph said. “A guy with a 9mm tried for them. The cop at the door got hit.”
“He all right?” I asked.
“He’ll live.” Dolph didn’t sound happy, and it wasn’t just the hitter or a wounded cop.
“What happened to the shooter?” I asked.
He laughed, an abrupt, harsh sound. “One of Stephen’s ‘cousins’ threw him up against a wall so hard, his skull cracked. Nurses say the shooter was about to put a round right between the uniform’s eyes when he was…stopped.”
“So Stephen’s cousin saved the cop’s life,” I said.
“Yeah,” Dolph said.
“You don’t sound happy about that.”
“Leave it alone, Anita.”
“Sorry. What do you want me to do?”
“The detective in charge is Padgett. He’s a good cop.”
“No small praise coming from you,” I said. “Why do I hear a ‘but’ coming?”
“But,” Dolph said, “he gets freaked around the monsters. Someone needs to go down there and hold his hand so he doesn’t get carried away with the murderous shapeshifters.”
“So I’m a baby-sitter?”
“It’s your party, Anita. I can send someone else. I thought you’d want this one.”
“I do, and thanks.”
“Don’t stay all day, Anita. Make it as quick as you can. Pete McKinnon just called me to ask if he could borrow you.”
“Was there another arson?”
“Yes, but it wasn’t his firebug. I told you they
bombed the Church of Eternal Life.”
“Yeah.”
“Malcolm is in there,” he said.
“Shit,” I said. Malcolm was the undead Billy Graham, founder of the fastest-growing denomination in the country. It was the vampire church, but humans could join. In fact, they were encouraged. Though how long they stayed human was debatable.
“I’m surprised his daytime retreat was that obvious.”
“What do you mean?”
“Most master vamps spend a lot of time and energy hiding their daytime address so that shit like this doesn’t happen to them. Is he dead?”
“You are amusing as hell today, Anita.”
“You know what I mean,” I said.
“No one knows. McKinnon’s going to call you with more details. Hospital first, then his scene. When you get done there call me. I’ll figure out where to send you next.”
“Have you called Larry?”
“You think he’s up to this much solo action?”
I thought about that for a second. “He knows his preternatural stuff.”
Dolph said, “I hear a ‘but’ coming.”
I laughed. “We have worked together too damn long. Yeah, but he’s not a shooter. And I don’t think that’s going to change.”
“A lot of good cops aren’t shooters, Anita.”
“Cops can go twenty-five years and never clear leather. Vampire executioners don’t have that luxury. We go in planning to kill things. The things we’re planning to kill know that.”
“If all you have is a hammer, Anita, every problem begins to look like a nail.”
“I read Massad Ayoob, too, Dolph. I don’t use my gun as the only solution.”
“Sure, Anita. I’ll call Larry.”
I wanted to say, “don’t get him killed,” but I didn’t. Dolph wouldn’t get him killed on purpose, and Larry was a grown-up. He’d earned the right to take his chances like everyone else. But it hurt something inside of me to know he’d be out there today without me as backup. They call it cutting the apron strings. It feels more like amputating body parts.
I suddenly remembered why today’s date was important. “The Day of Cleansing,” I said.
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