Chapter 24
24
Three o'clock found me at the headquarters for the Regional Preternatural Investigation Team. Another squad had buttons made up for us with the abbreviation RIP bleeding down the front of the button in red or green, your choice. Zerbrowski handed them out, and we all wore them, even Dolph. The first vampire we killed after the buttons arrived came through the morgue with one of the buttons pinned to its shirt. Never did find out who did it. My money was on Zerbrowski.
Zerbrowski met me on the steps leading into the squad room. "If that dress was slit any higher, it'd be a shirt," he said.
I looked him up and down. His pale blue shirt was coming untucked from a pair of dark green dress slacks, his tie so loose, it looked like a bulky necklace. "Jeez, Zerbrowski, is Katie mad at you?"
He frowned. "No, why?"
I motioned at the tie that matched neither shirt nor slacks. "She let you wear this out where people could see you. "
He grinned. "I dressed in the dark. "
I touched the black-figured tie. "That I believe. "
But it didn't faze him. He pushed the door open to the squad room with a flourish. He beamed at me. "Beauty before age. "
It was my turn to frown. "What are you up to, Zerbrowski?"
He gave me innocent eyes. "Me, up to something?"
I shook my head and walked through the door. There was a stuffed toy penguin on every desk. Everyone answered phones, filed, worked on their computers. No one paid me any attention. Just the penguins sitting on every desk. It had been almost a year since Dolph and Zerbrowski had seen my penguin collection. The teasing didn't start right away; I thought I was safe. When Zerbrowski got back off sick leave after the new year, the penguins had started showing up at every creme scene. On my car seat, in my trunk. They must have spent a couple of hundred dollars on the things by now.
I still didn't know how to react. Ignore it? Pretend that there weren't a dozen penguins sitting around the room? Collect them as I went through the room and take them home? Get mad? If I could have figured out the reaction that would stop the joke, I'd have given it to them. So far, I'd tried ignoring and collecting. Neither stopped it. In fact, it seemed to be getting worse. I suspected that they were building to some grand climax. I had no idea what and wasn't sure I ever wanted to find out.
"Glad to see everybody's so energetic at three A. M. "
"No effort too great, no hour too late," Zerbrowski said.
"Where's Dolph?"
"In the interview room with our victim. "
There was something about the way he said it that made me look at him. "Dolph called her the 'supposed' victim over the phone. Why doesn't anyone believe her?"
He smiled. "Dolph would be mad if I spoiled it. " He crooked his finger at me. "Come along, little girl. We have someone we want you to meet. "
I scowled at him. "If this is some elaborate joke, I am going to be pissed. "
He held the door for me. "Did we interrupt your date with Count Dracula?"
"None of your damn business. "
A chorus of "ooohs" went through the squad room. I went through the door with everyone calling after me. Some of the suggestions were rude, one physically impossible even with a vampire. Sexual harassment or just being one of the guys, it was always a thin line.
I peeked back through the door and said, "You're all just jealous. " That brought more catcalls.
Zerbrowski was waiting on the stairs for me. "I don't know whether you'll flash me more leg if I walk in front of you, looking back, or behind you. I think in front. "
"Push it too far, Zerbrowski, and I'll tell Katie on you. "
"She knows I'm a lech. " He walked down the stairs looking back at me.
I walked down the stairs and let the dress fall where it might. When you wear a dress slit nearly to your hips, even if it is to have a gun handy, you are either comfortable with men looking or you wear something else. "How did you ever convince Katie to date you, let alone marry you?"
"I got her drunk," he said.
I laughed. "I'll ask her next time I'm over for dinner. "
He grinned. "She'll give you this cock-and-bull story about something romantic and stupid. Don't believe her. " He stopped in front of the first interview room and knocked softly.
Dolph opened the door. He filled the doorway very completely. He isn't just tall, he's bulky like a pro-wrestler. His tie was knotted perfectly, white-starched collar tight to his neck. His grey dress slacks still had a sharp crease. His only concession to the heat and the lateness of the hour was the long white sleeves of his shirt. No jacket. I could count on one hand the times I'd seen Dolph in shirt sleeves.
All cops perfect a bored face or a blank face, some even a mildly amused face But they all eventually have a face that keeps everything inside. An emptiness settles in their eyes that keeps all their secrets. Dolph gave great blank face when questioning suspects. The look on his face now was angry. I'd never seen him so obviously pissed questioning a suspect.
"What's up?" I asked.
He closed the door behind him, stepping into the hallway. He shook his head. "I don't know why this one's getting to me. "
"Tell me," I said.
His eyes flicked to my clothing, as if he'd just noticed. The frown softened into something close to a smile. "Somebody has become a bad influence on your wardrobe. "
I frowned at him. "I've got a gun in a bellyband, okay? With the slits, it's easier to get to. " I would never have explained my dress to Zerbrowski, but to Dolph. . .
"Ooh," Zerbrowski said. "Flash us, flash us. "
Dolph's smile widened enough that his eyes were shiny. "If you're going to flash that much leg, at least it's in a good cause. "
I crossed my arms over my stomach. "Is there really a suspect in there or did you call me down here just to yank my chain?"
The smile faded, and the angry frown returned. "She's not the suspect. She's the victim. I know you talked to Perry at the scene, but I want you to hear her story, then tell me what you think. " With that, he opened the door. That was Dolph, never liked to influence his people. But frankly, it was a little abrupt. I didn't have time to put my professional face on. I made eye contact with the woman while I still looked sort of surprised.
I had an impression of huge blue eyes, silky blond hair, delicate features, and yet she was tall. Even with her sitting down, I could tell that. Very few women can be both tall and dainty, but she pulled it off.
"Ms. Vicki Pierce, this is Anita Blake. I'd like you to tell her your story. "
Ms. Pierce blinked big blue eyes, tears welling in them--not falling, mind you, but glittering. She dabbed at them with a Kleenex. There was a bandage on the side of her neck. "Sergeant Storr, I've told you what happened. I've told you and told you. " A single tear slid down her cheek. "I'm so tired, and it's been such a traumatic night. Do I have to tell it all over again?" She leaned towards him in the chair, arms held protectively in front of her, almost pleading with him. A lot of men would have buckled under the sweet pressure of those eyes. Too bad the performance was wasted on Dolph.
"Just one more time for Ms. Blake," he said.
She looked past me to Zerbrowski. "Please, I'm so tired. "
Zerbrowski leaned against the wall. "He's the boss. "
She'd tried using her womanly wiles, but it wasn't working. She switched to sisterly unity with only a blink of her baby blues. "You're a woman. You know how it is, being so alone among all these--" her voice dropped to a hush--" men. " She stared down at the table top, then back up with real tears trailing down her perfect skin.
It was an Oscar-worthy performance. I wanted to applaud, but I'd try sympathy first. There was always time for sarcasm later.
I walked around the table to her and leaned against it without really sitting. I was only inches from her, definitely an invasion of personal space. I patted her shoulder and smiled, though I wasn't a good enou
gh actress for it to reach my eyes. "You're not alone now, Ms. Pierce. I'm here. Please just tell me your story. "
"Are you a lawyer?" she asked.
If she asked for a lawyer and was insistent, the interview was over. I knelt in front of her, taking her still trembling hands in mine. I stared up at her. I couldn't manage to look sympathetic but I was interested. I gave her all my attention. I stared at her face like I'd memorize it and said, "Please, Vicki, let me help you. "
Her hands had gone very still under mine. She stared at me with her big eyes like a deer that had scented the gun, but thought if it held very still, the gun wouldn't fire. She nodded almost to herself more than to me. She gripped my hands, and her face was utterly sincere.
"I had car trouble, and I went into the bar side of a restaurant to use the phone. " She ducked her head, not meeting my eyes. "I know I shouldn't have gone in there. A woman in a bar alone is just asking for trouble. But there weren't any phones anywhere else. "
"You have a right to go anywhere you want, anytime you want, Vicki. Being a woman doesn't take away that right. " I didn't have to pretend to sound outraged.
She looked at me again, eyes studying my face. I could almost see the wheels in her head turning. She thought she had me. God, she was young.
Her fingers tightened on my hands, a fine tremor going up her arms. "I called a friend of mine to come look at the car. I'm in college and don't have a lot of money, so I didn't want to call a garage right away, not until my friend had seen the car. I hoped he could fix it. "
She was volunteering too much information. Already justifying herself. Or maybe she'd just told the story too many times. Naw. "I'd have done the same thing," I said. And I might have.
She squeezed my hands and leaned towards me, a little eager, getting into her story. "There was this man at the bar. He seemed nice. We talked, and he asked me to sit with him. I told him I was waiting for my friend. He said, fine, we'd just talk. " Again she looked down. "He said I had the most beautiful skin he'd ever seen. " She looked back at me, eyes wide. "I mean, it was so romantic. "
It was so rehearsed. "Go on. "
"I let him buy me a drink. I know I shouldn't have. " She dabbed at her eyes. "I asked if he minded me smoking, and he said no. " There was a full ashtray at her elbow. Neither Dolph nor Zerbrowski smoked, which meant little Vicki was damn near a chain smoker.
"He had his arm around me and leaned in to kiss me, I thought. " The tears came faster, she hunched over a little, back shaking. "He bit me, on the neck. I swear until that second I didn't realize he was a vampire. " She looked at me, from inches away vibrating with sincerity.
I patted her arm. "A lot of people can't tell vampires from humans. Especially if they've fed first. "
She blinked at me. "Fed first?"
"If a vampire is full of blood, then he looks more human. "
She nodded. "Oh. "
"What did you do when he bit you?"
"I threw my drink at him and lit it with my lighter. "
"Lit it?" I said, "It, the liquor, or it, the vampire?"
"Both," she said.
I nodded. "Vamps are very combustible. He burned real good, didn't he?"
"I didn't know he'd go up in flames like he did," she said. "A person just doesn't burn like that. "
"No," I said, "they don't. "
"I started to scream and run away from him. My friend came in the door then. People were shouting and screaming. It was awful. "
I stood up. "I bet it was. "
She stared up me, blue eyes sincere but not full of horror for what she'd done. There was no remorse. She gripped my arm suddenly, very tight, as if she could will me to understand. "I had to protect myself. "
I placed my hand over hers and smiled. "What made you think of lighting the liquor once you'd thrown it?"
"I remembered that vampires were afraid of fire. "
"But if you threw a drink in a human's face and lit it, it would only burn until the liquor was gone. A whoosh and it would be all over. A human would leave you alone after that, though they'd be hurt. Weren't you afraid that you'd just make the vampire more angry?"
"But vampires are very combustible, you said it yourself," Vicki said.
My smile widened. "So you knew he'd go up in flames?"
"Yes," she said, clutching me, willing me to understand her plight.
Dolph said, "I thought you didn't know the vampire would go up in flames, Ms. Pierce. "
"I didn't, not until he burned like that," she said.
I patted her hand. "But, Vicki dear, you just said you knew he was combustible. "
"But you said it first. "
"Vicki, you just said you knew he'd go up in flames when you lit him up. "
"I didn't. "
I nodded. "Yes, you did. "
She drew her hands away from me, sitting very straight in her chair. "You are trying to confuse me. "
I shook my head. "No, Vicki, you're doing that all on your own. " I moved away from her while still maintaining eye contact.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked. A little bit of anger peeked through her helpless-damsel act.
"What restaurant was it?" I asked as if I hadn't been there twenty minutes earlier. Interrogations are so often repetitive.
"What?" she asked.
"What was the name of the bar?"
"I don't remember. "
"Dolph?" I asked.
"Burnt Offerings," he said.
I laughed. "A notorious vampire hangout. "
"It's not in the vampire district," she said. "How was I to know that it was a vampire bar?"
"How about the picture of Christopher Lee as Dracula on the sign outside?" I said.
"It was quite late and nothing else was open. "
"In University City on Delmar on a Friday night? Come on, Vicki. You can do better than that," I said.
She touched the bandage on her neck with a delicate, trembling hand. "He bit me. " Her voice shook, and more tears trailed down her face.
I walked back to her. I put a hand on either side of her chair and leaned my face into hers. "You're lying, Vicki. "
She burst into tears, hiding her face. I put a finger under her chin and lifted her face. "Damn, you're good, but not good enough. "
She jerked away from me, standing so suddenly, the chair crashed to the floor. "I was attacked, and you're making me feel like the bad guy. You're a woman. I thought you'd understand. "
I shook my head. "Can the universal sisterhood appeal, Vicki. It don't wash. "
She jerked the bandage from her neck and threw it to the floor. "Look, look what he did to me!"
If she expected me to flinch, she had the wrong girl. I walked up to her, turning her head to one side. It was vampire fang marks, pretty fresh. A neat, nice bite, but there was no bruising, no hickey mark spreading across her creamy flesh. It was just two neat fang marks.
I stepped back from her. "You threw your drink into his face as soon as he bit you?"
"Yes, I didn't want him touching me. "
"A filthy vampire," I said.
"A walking corpse. "
She had a point. "Thank you, Vicki, thank you for talking to me. " I walked to the door and motioned Dolph to follow. Zerbrowski stayed behind with Ms. Pierce.
Dolph closed the door behind us. "What did you see in the bite that I didn't?" he asked.
"If a vamp plunges fang into you but doesn't have time to feed much, it leaves a hickey. Just like a human sucking on your neck. The fangs aren't hollow, they just pierce the skin so that the vamp can suck the blood. One of the reasons they're so small. If the vamp feeds long enough, he takes blood away from the area and you don't get marking. No way did a quick bite and suck leave her clean like that. She had someone else do it ahead of time, and it took a lot more time than a few seconds. "
"I knew she was lying," Dolph said, and shook his head.
"But I thought she'd thrown more on him than a drink. I thought she'd come into the bar with some sort of accelerant. "
I shook my head. "Once you get a vamp burning, they burn until they're put out or burned to ash. You may get a few bone fragments left, but vamps burn more completely than any human. Dental records won't even help you. "
"The bartender used a fire extinguisher from behind the bar. Witnesses say he was quick. "
I nodded. "Yeah, good ol' Harry. It's a miracle the vamp is still alive. I know there's some hardcore opposition to a vampire business outside the vampire district. There's a petition and some sort of city meeting scheduled. Ms. Pierce will make a great witness to the dangers of vampires being outside the district. "
"The restaurant owner said the bad publicity could ruin him. "
I nodded. "Oh, yeah. It could also be a personal motive against the vampire. Not little Miss Blue Eyes but someone she knows that wanted him dead. "
"She could be a member of Humans First. They'd love all the vamps to burn. "
"A fanatical vampire hater wouldn't let a vamp do their neck like that. No. Humans First might have paid her to discredit the bar. She may be a member of Humans Against Vampires, HAV, or even Humans First, but she doesn't really believe. The bite proves that. "
"Could the vamp have captured her mind?"
"I don't think so, but I've got some better questions for your other witnesses now. "
"Such as?" he asked.
"Are they sure the vampire in question even got a taste of her? Are they positive that he bit her? Ask them if she smelled of blood when she came in. "
"Explain," Dolph said.
"If she came in with the bite, then some of them might have smelled it. Might not, the wound was pretty clean, which was probably why the vamp did it that way. If he'd just bitten her and brought the blood to the surface, the vamps would have all scented it. "
Dolph was writing it all down in his trusty notebook. "So a vamp's involved?"
"He may not know what she was planning to do. I'd check for a vamp boyfriend, maybe, or at least one she's dated. Boyfriend may be too strong a word for Ms. Pierce. I'd see if she has some background in acting. Check out her major in college, maybe. "
"Already done," Dolph said. "She's got a background in theater arts. "
I smiled. "Why did you need me? You had it all solved. "
"The bite, the fact that vampires burn that easily. . . " He shook his head. "None of this shit is in the literature. "
"The books aren't designed for police work, Dolph. "
"Maybe you should do a book," he said.
"Yeah, right. Do you have enough to get a warrant for her bank records?"
"If I'm careful what judge I ask, maybe. "
"You know, even if she is charged and convicted, the damage is done. The petition and the meeting are scheduled for next week. All they'll have is rumors of an attack, and it will grow in the telling. "
Dolph nodded. "Nothing we can do about that. "
"You could go down there and tell them what you've learned about Vicki in there. "
"Why don't you do it?"
"Because I'm the whore of Babylon to the right-wingers. I'm boffing the head bloodsucker. They wouldn't believe a damn thing I said. "
"I don't have time to attend civic meetings, Anita. "
"You think the vampire businesses should be segregated?" I asked.
"Don't go there, Anita. You won't like the answers. "
I dropped it. Dolph thought vampires were monsters that the public needed to be protected from. I even agreed with him to an extent. But I was sleeping with one of the monsters. It made it hard to stay on the same bandwagon as Dolph. We agreed to disagree. It kept the peace and kept us working together.
"If you hate vamps so much, why didn't you buy Ms. Pierce's story?" I asked.
"Because I'm not stupid," Dolph said.
"Sorry," I said. "Sorry that I thought even for a second that personal feelings might interfere with your job. You'd never allow it, would you?"
He smiled. "I don't know. You're not in jail yet. "
"If you had proof of wrongdoing, I might be. "
"You might," he said. The smile faded from his face. His eyes went empty, cop eyes. "What happened to your hand?"
I glanced down at the bandaged hand as if it had just appeared. "Kitchen accident," I said.
"Kitchen accident," he said.
"Yeah. "
"What happened?"
"Sliced my hand with a knife. "
"What were you doing?" he asked.
I never cook at home. Dolph knew that. "Slicing a bagel. " I gave empty eyes back to him. Once, not long ago, my face showed everything. Every thought plain to see, but not now. I stared at Dolph's suspicious face and knew my face gave him nothing. Only the blankness itself was a clue that I was lying. But he knew I was lying. I wasn't going to waste his time or mine by coming up with a really good lie. Why bother?
We stared at each other. "There's blood on your hose, Anita. That must have been some bagel," he said.
"It was," I said, then couldn't help smiling. "I would have said I was mugged, but you'd want me to fill out a report. "
He sighed. "You little shit. You're wrapped up in something else right now. Right this minute. " His large hands balled into fists nearly the size of my face. "I'd yell at you, but it wouldn't do any good. I'd throw you in a cell overnight. " He laughed, and it was bitter. "For what's left of the night, but I don't have any charges, do I?"
"I haven't done anything, Dolph. " I raised the injured hand. "I was doing a favor for a friend, raising some dead. I got cut for more blood. That's it. "
"The truth?" he asked.
I nodded. "Yeah. "
"Why didn't you just tell me?" he asked.
"Because it was a favor, no money. If Bert finds out I'm raising the dead for free, he'll have a heart attack. He'll believe the bagel story. "
Dolph laughed. "He won't ask how you got hurt. He doesn't want to know. "
I nodded. "Very true. "
"Just in case the kitchen gets any hotter, remember to call if you need help. "
"I'll keep it in mind, Dolph. "
"You do that. " He put up his notebook. "Try not to kill anyone this month, Anita. Even in clear self-defense you pile up too many bodies, and you're going to get locked up. "
"I haven't killed anyone in over six weeks--hell, nearly seven. I'm cutting down. "
He shook his head. "The last two were the only two we've ever been able to prove, Anita. Both self-defense. One with witnesses out the ass, but we've never found Harold Gaynor's body. Just his wheelchair in that cemetery. Dominga Salvador is still missing. "
I smiled at him. "People say the senora went back to South America. "
"There was blood all over that chair, Anita. "
"Was there?"
"Your luck is going to run out, and I won't be able to help you. "
"I didn't ask for help," I said. "Besides, if the new law goes through, I'll have a federal badge. "
"Being a cop, no matter what kind, doesn't mean you can't be arrested. "
It was my turn to sigh. "I'm tired, and I'm going home. Good night, Dolph. "
He looked at me for another second or two, then said, "Good night, Anita. " He walked back into the interview room and left me standing in the hall.
Dolph had never been this grumpy before he found out I was dating Jean-Claude. I wasn't sure he was aware of how much his attitude had changed towards me, but I certainly was. A little undead nookie and he didn't trust me anymore, not completely.
It made me sad and angry. What was really hard was the fact that less than two months ago I'd have agreed with Dolph. You can't trust anyone who sleeps with the monsters. But here I was, doing it. Me, Anita Blake, turned into coffin bait. Sad, very sad. It wasn't any of Dolph's business who I dated. But I couldn't blame him for the atti
tude. I didn't like it, but I couldn't bitch about it. Okay, I could bitch, but it wasn't fair of me to do it.
I walked out without going through the main squad room again. I wondered how long they'd keep the penguins on their desks waiting for me to come back. The thought of all those silly-looking toy birds sitting forlornly waiting for me to return brought a smile to my face. But it didn't last. It wasn't just that Dolph mistrusted me. He was a very good cop, a good investigator. If he really started digging, he might get proof. Heaven knew I'd done enough unsanctioned kills to put me in prison. I'd used my animating powers to kill humans. If it could be proved, it was an automatic death sentence. A death sentence for someone who had used magic to kill was not the same sort of sentence as, say, an axe murderer got. A guy could chop up his family and spend the next fifteen years on death row with appeals. There are no appeals for magic-induced murder. Trial, conviction, death within six weeks, usually less.
The prisons are afraid of magic and don't like to keep witches and such around long. There was a sorcerer in Maine who called down demons while in his cell. How anyone left him alone long enough for that particular ritual, I don't know. The people who had goofed all ended up dead, so they couldn't be questioned. They never did find the heads. Even I couldn't raise enough of them as zombies to get them to talk or write down what had happened. It was a mess.
The sorcerer escaped, but was later recaptured with the help of a coven of white witches and, strangely, a group of Satanists. Nobody who performs magic likes it when someone goes rogue. It gives us all a bad name. The last witch burned alive by a mob in this country was only in 1953. Her name was Agnes Simpson. I'd seen the black-and-white photos of her death. Anyone who studied preternatural anything had to have her picture in at least one textbook. The photo that stayed with me was one in which her face was untouched, pale, even from a distance terror plain on her face. Her long brown hair moving in the heat but not yet burning. Only her nightgown and robe had caught fire. Her head thrown back, screaming. The photo won the Pulitzer Prize. The rest of the photos aren't seen as often. A progression of photographs that ends with her burned and blackened and dead.
How anyone could stand there and keep taking pictures, I don't know. Maybe the Pulitzer Prize was a charm against nightmares. Then again, maybe not.