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We pulled up in front of George Smitz's house at a little after nine that morning. Ronnie was driving. I was riding shotgun. Gabriel and Raina were in the backseat. If asked, I would have chosen different people for backup. I also wouldn't have chosen my boyfriend's old lover for backup. What had Richard been thinking? Or maybe Raina hadn't given him a choice. Her coming today, not the sex. I still wasn't sure how I felt about that. All right. I knew how I felt. I was pissed. But I'd slept with someone else. Glass houses and all. In any case, Richard had given me exactly what I'd asked for: scary, intimidating shapeshifters. I wasn't used to getting exactly what I asked for. Next time I'd be more specific.
Gabriel was dressed in black leather again. It could almost have been the same outfit I'd first seen him in, down to the metal-studded gauntlet on his right hand. Maybe his whole closet was one great big leather fest. The earrings were gone. The holes even in the harder cartilage of the ears had healed.
Raina was dressed normally enough. Sort of. She was wearing an ankle-length fur coat. Fox. Cannibalism is one thing, but wearing the skin of your dead? It seemed a little cold blooded even for the psycho bitch from hell. All right, she was a wolf, not a fox, but heck, I didn't wear fur on moral grounds. She flaunted it.
She leaned over the back of the seat. "What are we doing in front of Peggy's house?"
It was time to spill the beans. Why didn't I want to do it? I undid the seat belt and turned to face her. She was looking at me, face pleasant enough. On her lycanthrope bone structure she had all high cheekbones and a luscious mouth. Maybe she planned on doing something nefarious today.
Gabriel had draped himself over the backseat. The gauntleted hand trailed down Ronnie's arm. Even through her suede coat she shivered. "Touch me again, and I am going to feed you that hand." She'd scooted away from him as far as the steering wheel would allow, which wasn't far. Gabriel had touched her several times on the drive over. Teasing, nothing embarrassing, but it was bothersome.
"Hands are very bony. I prefer a more tender cut of meat. Breast or thigh is my preference," Gabriel said. His grey eyes were startling even in sunlight, maybe more so. They had a quality of light to the grey that was almost luminous. I'd seen eyes like that before, but I still couldn't place it.
"Gabriel, I know you are a pain in the ass. I know you're enjoying the hell out of teasing Ronnie, but if you don't stop it we're going to see just how good your recuperative powers are."
He slid across the seat, closer to me. Not necessarily an improvement. "I'm yours anytime you want me."
"Is coming that close to dying really your idea of sex?"
"As long as it hurts," Gabriel said.
Ronnie looked at us with wide eyes. "You have got to tell me about your evening."
"You really don't want to know," I said.
"Why are we here?" Raina asked again. She wasn't going to be distracted by Mr. Leather. Good for her. Bad for me. Her gaze was intense, as if my face were the most important thing in the world. Was this what Marcus saw in her? A lot of men are very flattered by undivided attention. Then aren't we all?
"Ronnie?"
She got the pictures out of her purse. They were the kind of pictures that didn't need any explanation. George had left his drapes up, very careless.
Gabriel curled back into the seat, flipping through the shots, a big smile on his face. He got to one particular shot, and laughed. "Very impressive."
Raina's reaction was very different. She wasn't amused. She was angry. "You brought us out here to punish him for cheating on Peggy?"
"Not exactly," I said. "We think he is responsible for her disappearance. If he's responsible for one disappearance, he could be responsible for more."
Raina looked at me. The concentration was just as pure but now I had to fight an urge to squirm. Her rage was pure and simple. George had hurt a pack member. He would pay for that. There was no uncertainty in her gaze, only an instant rage.
"Let Ronnie and I do the talking. The two of you are here to intimidate him if we need it."
"If there is any chance he has Jason, we don't have time to be subtle," Raina said.
I agreed with her, but not out loud. "We talk, you stay in the background and look menacing. Unless we ask. Okay?"
"I'm here because Richard asked me," Raina said. "He's an alpha male. I obey his orders."
"Somehow I don't picture you obeying anybody's orders," I said.
She flashed me a very nasty smile. "I obey the orders I want to obey."
That I believed. I jerked a thumb at Gabriel. "Who called in him?"
"I chose him. Gabriel is very good at intimidation."
He was big, leather clad, metal studded, and had sharp, pointy teeth. Yeah, I'd say that was intimidating.
"Your word that you'll stay in the background unless we need you."
"Richard said we are to obey you as we would obey him," Raina said.
"Great. Since you obey Richard only when it suits you, what does that mean?"
Raina laughed. It had a hard, brittle edge to it. The kind of laughter that made you think of mad scientists and people locked too long in solitary. "I will let you handle it, Anita Blake, as long as you are doing a good job. Jason is my pack member. I will not let your squeamishness endanger him."
I was liking this less and less. "I'm not squeamish."
She smiled. "That is true. My apologies."
"You're not a wolf," I said. "What are you getting out of this?"
Gabriel smiled, flashing sharp, pointy teeth. He was still flipping through the pictures. "Marcus and Richard will owe me a favor. The whole damn pack will owe me one."
I nodded. It was a motive I believed. "Give the pictures back to Ronnie. No smart remarks, just do it."
He pouted, sticking out his lower lip. It would have worked better without the fangs. But he handed the pictures to Ronnie. His fingertips brushed her hand, lingering a little, but he didn't say anything. That had been what I asked. Were all shapeshifters so damn literal?
His strange eyes stared at me. I suddenly remembered where I'd seen those eyes. Behind a mask in a film that I'd rather not have seen. Gabriel was the other man in the snuff film. I hadn't had enough sleep to hide the shock. I felt my face crumble with it and couldn't stop it.
Gabriel turned his head to one side, like a dog. "Why are you looking at me like I just sprouted a second head?"
What could I say? "Your eyes. I just figured out where I've seen them."
"Yes." He moved closer, putting his chin on the back of the seat, letting me have a good look at those luminous eyes. "Where?"
"The zoo. You're a leopard." Liar, liar, pants on fire, but I couldn't think of a better one, not this quick.
He blinked, staring at me. "Meow, but that wasn't what you were thinking." He sounded very sure of himself.
"Believe it or not, I don't give a damn. It's the best answer you're getting."
He stayed there, chin indenting the upholstery. You couldn't see his shoulders, so his head looked disembodied, like a head on a pike. Accurate, if Edward found out who he was. And Edward would find out. I'd tell him, gladly, if it would stop any more of those films from being made. Of course, I wasn't sure it would stop them. They were Raina's brainchild. Supposedly, she didn't know about the alternate ending. Yeah, right, and I moonlighted as the Easter Bunny.
Ronnie was staring at me. She knew me too well. I hadn't told her about the snuff film. Now I'd introduced her to two of the stars. Shit. We got out of the car into the bright, chilly winter sunlight. We walked up the sidewalk with a shapeshifter following at our backs that I had seen murder a woman on screen and feed from her still-twitching body. God help George Smitz if he was guilty. God help us all if he wasn't. Jason was missing. One of the newest pack members, Richard had said. If George Smitz didn't have him, who did?