Chapter 34
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Richard hadn't said a word since we started the drive to the diner. He'd pulled the rubber band out of his hair and played with it, stretching it wide, letting it relax, open, close, open, close. He didn't usually have nervous habits. It wasn't a good sign. I pulled into the parking lot and shut off the engine. Richard was sitting in the middle with his long legs drawn up. He'd wanted me to drive. Something about being more easily distracted this close to the full moon. Shang-Da sat on the other side, his face calm. Every time I looked at him, the horrible claw marks seemed to be smoothing out. By nightfall tomorrow, he'd be clean. It was impressive, and it would mark him in everyone's eyes who saw him as what he was: a shapeshifter.
We sat there a moment, listening to the engine tick. "You're not going to do anything stupid, are you?" I asked Richard.
The rubber band broke with a snap, jumping for the floorboard. "Whatever makes you think that?"
I touched his arm. He looked at me. His eyes were perfect chocolate brown, human, but there was something in the depths of those human eyes that was other. His beast crawled just behind those true, brown orbs.
"Can you sit through this without losing it?" I asked.
"I can. "
"Will you?" I asked.
He gave me a tight smile, and I didn't like the look on his face. "If I let this much anger out in public with the moon overhead, I might shift. Don't worry, Anita. I know how to deal with my rage. " He seemed very self-contained, as if he'd pulled back into himself, behind walls of careful construction. But behind those walls was a vibrating, menacing thing. If Niley's sorcerer were inside, he or she would recognize something was wrong. Of course, they knew what Richard was, so it was all right, I guess.
Shang-Da handed Richard a pair of black wraparound shades. He took them and slipped them on, running his hands through his hair, fluffing it around his shoulders. Another nervous gesture.
"I've never seen you wear sunglasses," I said.
"It's in case my eyes change," Richard said.
I glanced at Shang-Da and his naked eyes. "What about you?"
"I didn't date the girl. I didn't even like her. "
Ah. "Great, let's go. "
The men walked at my back like bodyguards. Their energy swirled behind me like some kind of psychic wall. It made the skin along my back tight and itchy. I pushed through the glass doors of the diner and stood there for a moment, searching for Niley.
The diner was a 1950s throwback, long and narrow in front, with a wider area to one side that looked like a later addition. There was a long counter with little, round stools. The place was full of locals and families that matched the out-of-state license plates in the parking lot.
The waitresses wore pink uniforms and small, useless aprons. A blond waitress came up to us, smiling. "Richard, Shang-Da, haven't seen you in here all week. Knew you couldn't stay away from Albert's hash browns. "
Richard flashed her that smile of his that has been known to melt women into little quivering puddles. The fact that he's unaware of the effect makes it all the more devastating.
Shang-Da nodded at her, which for him was a rousing hello.
"Hi, Aggie," Richard said. "We're meeting someone. Frank Niley. "
She frowned, then nodded. "They're over there at the big table around the corner. You know the way. I'll bring water and menus in just a sec. "
Richard led the way through the crowded tables. We went around the L-shape, and at the end of it, against a bank of windows that overlooked a very pretty mountain view, was our party.
The African American bodyguard, Milo, was one of three men at the table. He stood when he saw us. He was still tall, leanly muscled, with square-cut hair, handsome in a cold sort of way. He had a long coat on, and it was too hot for long coats.
I grabbed Richard's arm, slowed him. "Please," I said.
Richard stared down at me from behind black lenses, his eyes lost. I'd never realized how much of his expression was in his eyes. I couldn't read what he was thinking. With some effort, I might have found out, but the last thing I wanted to do was activate the marks in front of Niley's people.
Richard let me walk a little ahead of him. Shang-Da had put a sport jacket on over the white shirt and black slacks. He'd surprised me by having a snub-nosed thirty-eight, chrome-plated. It had a paddle holster and fit at the small of his back without breaking the line of his jacket. When I'd questioned the gun, he'd said, "These are not policemen. "
The logic was sound, and he'd checked the gun automatically to see it was loaded. He handled the gun like it was habit. He was the first lycanthrope I'd ever met who carried and seemed comfy with it.
It was actually nice to not be the only person on our side with a gun.
There were two men still sitting. One was under twenty-five, with curly brown hair cut short and a wide, almost surprised face. Not Niley. The other one was well over six feet and must have weighed close to three hundred pounds. He gave the impression of size without being exactly fat. His hair was black and receeding sharply in front. He'd done nothing to hide this fact. Rather, the rest of his hair had been buzzed very close to his head, making it all the more obvious. The lack of hair made his face seem too small for his broad shoulders.
The dark pin-striped suit sat over his white shirt, smooth and costly. He wore a vest but no tie. The wide, white collar showed a curl of greying chest hair. He smiled as he watched us move through the tables of tourists and their screaming children.
His eyes were pleasant and empty like an amused snake. He waved large blunt-fingered hands. Gold rings glittered from every finger. "Ms. Blake, so good of you to come. " He didn't stand for me, which made me wonder what was in his lap. A sawed-off shotgun, maybe. Or maybe his overly mannered speech was an affectation, and he didn't know the actions that went with it. Or maybe he didn't consider me a lady. Maybe.
Shang-Da had moved to one side so that he and Milo were facing each other. I narrowed my focus to Niley and the younger man. He looked benign, like he should have been sitting at one of the other tables, surrounded by normal people doing normal things.
Niley offered me his hand. I took it. His handshake was too quick, barely touching. "This is Howard. "
Howard didn't offer me his hand, which made me offer my hand to him. His big brown eyes got even bigger. And I realized that Howard was afraid of me. Interesting.
"Howard doesn't shake hands," Niley said. "He's a rather powerful clairvoyant. I'm sure you understand. "
I nodded. "I've never met a strong clairvoyant that would willingly touch a stranger. Too much crap to pick up. "
Niley nodded, small head bobbing on his wide shoulders. "Exactly, Ms. Blake, exactly. "
I sat down. Richard slid into the chair beside me.
Niley's eyes moved from me to Richard. "Well, Mr. Zeeman, we meet at last. "
Richard stared at him from behind dark glasses. "Why did you kill her?"
The abruptness of it made even me wince.
I must have made some movement, because Richard said, "I didn't come here to play games. "
"Nor did I," Niley said. "If you will accompany me to the men's room, I will check you for listening devices. Milo will check your bodyguard. "
"Shang-Da," Richard said. "His name's Shang-Da. "
Niley smiled even more broadly. If his smile kept getting wider, soon his face would just split open.
"Of course. "
"Who gets to search me?" I said. "Howard?"
Niley shook his head. "My other associate is running a little late today. " He stood and there was nothing in his lap. Paranoia. "Shall we, Mr. Zeeman? May I call you Richard?"
"No," Richard said, voice deep and low, as if he wanted to say more.
I touched his arm as he moved past me. I looked up into his face, trying to tell him with a look not to do anything stupid.
Niley took Richard's other arm, slippi
ng it through his like you'd walk arm and arm with your lover. He patted Richard's arm. "My, aren't you a handsome fellow. "
Richard gave me a look as Niley led him away. I'd have given a great deal to see his eyes at that moment. Usually the bad guys make moves on me.
Shang-Da moved back so Milo could come out from behind the table. They moved off together, not touching, the tension between them thick enough to swing on.
I was left with Howard and my back to the door. I changed chairs, sitting where Milo had been, so I could see the entrance. It put me closer to Howard, and he didn't like that much. I smelled a weak link.
"How good are you?" I asked.
"Good enough to be scared of you," he said.
I frowned at him. "I'm not one of the bad guys, Howard. "
"I can see your aura," he said in a voice that I could barely hear above the murmur of voices and silverware.
The waitress came with glasses of water and menus. I assured her the others were coming back to the table, but I wasn't sure if all of us were ordering. She left with a smile.
I turned back to Howard. "So you can see my aura. So what?"
"I know how powerful you are, Anita. I can feel it. "
"I can't see your aura, Howard. I can feel a little of your power, but not much. Dazzle me. Show me what you can do. "
"Why?"
"Maybe I'm bored. "
He licked his lips. "Give me something benign. No weapons, nothing magic. "
That sort of cut down on my options. I finally took the cross around my neck off and handed it to him. I pooled the chain into his hand. "Don't touch my skin with your hand," he said.
I let the last of the chain spill into his hand and was careful not to touch him. He closed his hand over the cross. He didn't close his eyes, but he wasn't seeing the restaurant. He looked past it all, and I felt his power ripple over me like a tiny electric current.
"I see a woman, older, your grandmother. " He blinked and looked at me. "She gave you this when you graduated high school. "
I nodded. "Impressive. " I'd started wearing this particuliar cross just recently. I valued it, and I'd had a lot of crosses taken from me over the years. But lately, I'd felt the need of something special. Grandmother Blake had given it to me with a note that said, "May your faith be as strong as this chain and as pure as this silver. " Lately, I needed all the purity I could get.
Howard's eyes went past me, staring at something at the end of the room. His breathing had stopped for just a second, like an inaudible gasp.
I turned to see what had captured his attention so thoroughly. The man was close to seven feet tall and had to weigh over five hundred pounds. His face was totally hairless, not just clean shaven. He had no eyelashes, nothing; smooth and unreal. His eyes were a nearly colorless grey too small for his large face. He wore a black shirt untucked over black slacks, black shoes. The skin of his arms and face were unbelievably white as if the sun never touched him.
The man didn't make my skin creep with power. In fact, he was too empty, walking towards us, as if he were shielding himself.
I stood up. Partly it was his size. Partly it was the lack of anything from him, like he wasn't there. I didn't like it when someone worked that hard to shield themselves. It usually meant they had something to hide. If this was the sorcerer that had killed Betty, I knew exactly what he was hiding.
The man stopped in front of us. Howard hugged himself and made introductions. "Linus, this is Anita Blake. Anita, this is Linus Beck. " Howard's voice was higher than it should have been, like he was scared. He seemed to be afraid of a lot of people.
Linus Beck smiled down at me. His voice, when it came, was shocking, a delicate soprano of a voice. "So happy to meet you, Anita. So seldom do I meet a fellow practitioner of the arts. "
"We don't practice the same brand, Linus. "
"Are you so sure?" he asked.
"Positive. " Even standing, I had to crane my neck upward to see his face. "Why does Niley need a first-rate clairvoyant and a sorcerer?"
Linus Beck smiled, and it looked genuine. "You know the correct term. I am pleased. "
"Glad to hear it. Now, answer the question. "
"When I have checked you for wires, then all will be answered. "
I looked at those large, white hands and didn't want him to touch me. There was almost no hair, even on his arms. It was like a golden down, like the arm of small child. Something clicked in my head, and I stared up at him. Maybe it showed on my face. Maybe he read my mind, though I don't think so.
"My manhood was sacrificed many years ago so I could better serve my master. "
I blinked at him. "You're a eunuch. "
He gave a small nod.
I wanted to ask why but didn't. There was no answer that would make sense, so why bother? "What flavor are you, sociopath, psychopath, or schizophrenic?"
He blinked small eyes, the smile fading. "Misguided people have told me I was crazy, Anita. But I did hear voices, my master's voice. "
"Yeah, but were the first voices your master or just bad brain chemistry?"
His frown deepened. "I don't know what you mean. "
I sighed. He probably didn't. Sorcerers were people who got their magic through demonic -¨C or worse -¨C power. They bargained for what they got and bartered their souls for money, comfort, lust, power. But some were a version of possession. People weakened by some flaw: mental illness or even a flaw of character. The right kind of flaws can attract evil.
Niley led the other men back around the corner. He and Richard were not holding hands anymore. Richard's face was tight and angry. Shang-Da and Milo's faces gave nothing away as if nothing had happened. Niley looked happy, pleased with himself. He clapped Linus Beck on the back, and the eunuch raised the other man's hand to his mouth and kissed it.
Maybe I didn't know as much about eunuchs as I thought I did. I thought it meant sexless. Maybe I was wrong.
"Linus will search you for wires, then we can talk. "
"I don't want him touching me. Nothing personal, Linus. "
"You fear my master," he said.
I nodded. "You bet. "
"I must insist it be Linus, in case you have some magic or other about your person that would disturb us. "
I frowned at him. "Like what? The holy hand grenade?"
Niley waved the comment away. "Linus must search you, but if you like, you can have one of your men accompany you. "
I didn't like it, but it was probably the best offer we were going to get. The waitress came to take our order, and I realized I was hungry. You learn to be able to eat in the midst of disaster and gore, or you get another line of work. They served breakfast all day. I ordered pancakes and maple-cured bacon.
Richard looked shocked. "How can you eat?"
"You either learn to eat in the middle of disaster and gore, or you get another day job, Richard. "
"Very practical, Ms. Blake," Niley said.
I looked at him and felt a small, unpleasant smile curve my lips. "Just of late, Mr. Niley, I've become very, very practical. "
"Good," he said, "very good. Then we understand each other. "
I shook my head. "No, Mr. Niley, I don't understand you. I know what you are, and what you'll do, but I don't understand why. "
"And what am I, Ms. Blake?"
The smile grew. "A bad guy, Mr. Niley; you're a bad guy. "
He nodded. "Yes, I am, Ms. Blake. I am a very, very bad guy. "
"Guess that makes us the good guys," I said.
Niley smiled. "I know what I am, Ms. Blake, and I am content with it. Are you content?"
We looked at each other for a long moment. "My state of mind isn't really any of your business. "
"Answer enough," he said.
"Let's order," I said.
Everyone ordered, finally even Richard. When the waitress walked away, Linus, Richard, and I headed for the
rest room so he could search me for listening devices and magical booby traps.
I only had one question. "Which bathroom are we going to use?"
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