I believed she would. Rosita was a very religious person. She took all the commandments very seriously.
"She already thinks I'm risking my eternal soul by raising the dead," Manny said.
"She didn't have a problem until the pope threatened to excommunicate all animators unless they stopped raising the dead."
"The Church is very important to Rosita."
"Me, too, but I'm a happy little Episcopalian now. Switch churches."
"It's not that easy," he said.
It wasn't. I knew that. But, hey, you do what you can, or what you have to. "Can you explain why you would do human sacrifice? I mean, something that will make sense to me?"
"No," he said. He pulled into the far lane. It seemed to be going a little faster. It slowed down as soon as we pulled in. Murphy's law of traffic.
"You won't even try to explain?"
"It's indefensible, Anita. I live with what I did. I can't do anything else."
He had a point. "This has to change the way I think about you, Manny."
"In what way?"
"I don't know yet." Honesty. If we were very careful, we could still be honest with each other. "Is there anything else you think I should know? Anything that Dominga might spill later on?"
He shook his head. "Nothing worse."
"Okay," I said.
"Okay," he said. "That's it, no interrogation?"
"Not now, maybe not ever." I was tired all at once. It was 9:23 in the morning, and I needed a nap. Emotionally drained. "I don't know how to feel about this, Manny. I don't know how it changes our friendship, or our working relationship, or even if it does. I think it does. Oh, hell, I don't know."
"Fair enough," he said. "Let's move on to something we aren't confused about."
"And what would that be?" I asked.
"The Señora will send something bad to your window, just like she said she would."
"I figured that."
"Why did you threaten her?"
"I didn't like her."
"Oh, great, just great," he said. "Why didn't I think of that?"
"I am going to stop her, Manny. I figured she should know."
"Never give the bad guys a head start, Anita. I taught you that."
"You also taught me that human sacrifice is murder."
"That hurt," he said.
"Yes," I said, "it did."
"You need to be prepared, Anita. She will send something after you. Just to scare you, I think, not to really harm."
"Because you made me 'fess up to not killing her," I said.
"No, because she doesn't really believe you'll kill her. She's intrigued with your powers. I think she'd rather convert you than kill you."
"Have me as part of her zombie-making factory."
"Yes."
"Not in this lifetime."
"The Señora is not used to people saying no, Anita."
"Her problem, not mine."
He glanced at me, then back to the traffic. "She'll make it your problem."
"I'll deal with it."
"You can't be that confident."
"I'm not, but what do you want me to do, break down and cry. I'll deal with it when, and if, something noisome drags itself through my window."
"You can't deal with the Señora, Anita. She is powerful, more powerful than you can ever imagine."
"She scared me, Manny. I am suitably impressed. If she sends something I can't handle, I'll run. Okay?"
"Not okay. You don't know, you just don't know."
"I heard the thing in the hallway. I smelled it. I'm scared, but she's just human, Manny. All the mumbo jumbo won't keep her safe from a bullet."
"A bullet may take her out, but not down."
"What does that mean?"
"If she were shot, say in the head or heart, and seemed dead, I'd treat her like a vampire. Head and heart taken out. Body burned." He glanced at me sort of sideways.
I didn't say anything. We were talking about killing Dominga Salvador. She was capturing souls and putting them into corpses. It was an abomination. She would probably attack me first. Some supernatural goodie come creeping into my home. She was evil and would attack me first. Would it be murder to ambush her? Yeah. Would I do it anyway? I let the thought take shape in my head. Rolled it over like a piece of candy, tasting the idea. Yeah, I could do it.
I should have felt bad that I could plan a murder, for any reason, and not flinch. I didn't feel bad. It was sort of comforting to know if she pushed me, I could push back. Who was I to cast stones at Manny for twenty-year-old crimes? Yeah, who indeed.