"The coffee smells done," Zerbrowski said. He was sitting on the floor, back propped against the kitchen doorway.
I got up and poured the coffee. "If you want sugar or cream, help yourself." I put the cream, real cream, out on the kitchen counter along with the sugar bowl. Zerbrowski took a lot of sugar and a dab of cream. Dolph went for black. It was the way I took it most of the time. Tonight I added cream and sweetened it. Real cream in real coffee. Yum, yum.
"If we could get you inside Dominga's house, could you find proof?" Dolph asked.
"Proof of something, sure, but of raising the killer zombie . . . " I shook my head. "If she did raise it and it got away, then she won't want to be tied to it. She'll have destroyed all the proof, just to save face."
"I want her for this," Dolph said.
"Me, too."
"She might also try and kill you again," Zerbrowski said from the doorway. He was blowing on his coffee to cool it.
"No joke," I said.
"You think she'll try again?" Dolph asked.
"Probably. How the hell did two zombies get inside my apartment?"
"Someone picked the lock," Dolph said. "Could the zombie . . ."
"No, a zombie would rip a door off its hinges, but it wouldn't take the time to pick a lock. Even if it had the fine motor skill to do it."
"So someone with skill opened the door and let them in," Dolph said.
"Appears so," I said.
"Any ideas on that?"
"I would bet one of her bodyguards. Her grandson Antonio or maybe Enzo. A big guy in his forties who seems to be her personal protection. I don't know if either of them have the skill, but they'd do it. Enzo, but not Antonio."
"Why cross him off?"
"If Tony had let the zombies in, he'd have stayed and watched."
"You sure?"
I shrugged. "He's that kind of guy. Enzo would do business and leave. He'd follow orders. The grandson wouldn't."
Dolph nodded. "There's a lot of heat from upstairs to solve this case. I think I can get us a search warrant in forty-eight hours."
"Two days is a long time, Dolph."
"Two days without one piece of proof, Anita. Except for your word. I'm going out on a limb for this one."
"She's in it, Dolph, somehow. I don't know why, and I don't know what could have caused her to lose control of the zombie, but she's in it."
"I'll get the warrant," he said.
"One of the brothers in blue said you told him you were a cop," Zerbrowski said.
"I told him I was with your squad. I never said I was a cop."
Zerbrowski grinned. "Mmm-huh."
"Will you be safe here tonight?" Dolph asked.
"I think so. The Señora doesn't want to get on the bad side of the law. They treat renegade witches sort of like renegade vampires. It's an automatic death sentence."
"Because people are too scared of them," Dolph said.
"Because some witches can slip through the fucking bars."
"How about voodoo queens?" Zerbrowski said.
I shook my head. "I don't want to know."
"We better go, leave you to get some sleep," Dolph said. He left his empty coffee cup on the table. Zerbrowski hadn't finished his, but he put it on the counter and followed Dolph out.
I walked them to the door.
"I'll let you know when we get the warrant," Dolph said.
"Could you arrange for me to see Peter Burke's personal effects?"
"Why?"
"There are only two ways to lose control of a zombie this badly. One, you are strong enough to raise it, but not to control it. Dominga can control anything she can raise. Second, someone of near equal power interferes, sort of a challenge." I stared up at Dolph. "John Burke might just be strong enough to have done it. Maybe if I'm helpful enough to take John down to go over his brother's effects--you know, does any of this look out of place, that type of thing--maybe this Burke will let something slip."
"You've already got Dominga Salvador pissed at you, Anita. Isn't that enough for one week?"
"For one lifetime," I said. "But it's something we can do while we wait for the warrant."
Dolph nodded. "Yeah. I'll arrange it. Call Mr. Burke tomorrow morning and set up a time. Then call me."
"Will do."
Dolph hesitated in the doorway for a moment. "Watch your back."
"Always," I said.
Zerbrowski leaned into me and said, "Nice penguins." He followed Dolph down the hallway. I knew the next time I saw the rest of the spook squad they'd all know I collected toy penguins. My secret was out. Zerbrowski would spread it far and wide. At least, he was consistent.
It was nice to know something was.