35
There was a uniformed officer standing outside the naga's room. Edward had stayed in the car. After all, he was wanted by the police. One of the bad things about working with Edward and the cops is that you can't necessarily work with them at the same time.
The cop at the door was a small woman with a blond ponytail. There was a chair beside the door, but she was standing, one hand on her gun butt. Her pale eyes squinted suspiciously at me.
She gave a curt nod. "You Anita Blake?"
"Yeah."
"See some ID?" she said, real tough, no nonsense. Had to be a rookie. Only a rookie had that hard-on attitude. Older cops would have asked for ID, but they wouldn't have tried to make their voices lower.
I showed her my plastic ID badge. The one I clipped to my shirt when I had to cross a police line. It wasn't a police badge, but it was the best I had.
She took it in her hand and looked at it for a long time. I fought the urge to ask if she was going to be tested later. It never helps to piss the police off. Especially over trivialities.
She finally gave the badge back to me. Her eyes were blue and cold as a winter sky. Very tough. Probably practiced that look in the mirror every morning. "No one can question the man without police being present. When you called up to ask to speak with him, I contacted Sergeant Storr. He's on his way."
"How long will I have to wait?"
"I don't know."
"Look, a man's missing, any delay could cost him his life."
I had her attention now. "Sergeant Storr didn't mention a missing person."
Shit. I'd forgotten that the cops didn't know about the missing shapeshifters. "I don't suppose that you'd buy time is of the essence. How about lives are at stake?"
Her eyes went from hard to bored. She was impressed. "Sergeant Storr was very specific. He wants to be present when you question the man."
"Are you sure you spoke with Sergeant Storr, and not Detective Zerbrowski?" It would be like Zerbrowski to screw this up for me, just to irritate.
"I know who I spoke with, Ms. Blake."
"I didn't mean to imply that you didn't, Officer. I just meant that Zerbrowski could have gotten confused about how much access I'm allowed to the... ah, witness."
"I talked to the sergeant, and I know what he told me. You're not going in until he gets here. Those are my orders."
I started to say something unpleasant and stopped. Officer Kirlin was right. She had her orders, and she wasn't going to budge from them.
I glanced at her nameplate. "Fine, Officer Kirlin. I'll just wait around the corner in the patient waiting room." I turned and walked away before I said something not so nice. I wanted to push my way into the room, pull rank. But I didn't have any rank. It was one of those times when I was forcibly reminded that I was a civilian. I didn't like being reminded.
I sat down on a multicolored couch that backed a raised area of real plants. The chest-high planting area gave the illusion of walls, dividing the waiting room into three pseudo rooms. The illusion of privacy if you needed it. A television set was mounted high on one wall. No one had bothered to turn it on yet. It was hospital quiet. The only noise was the heater coming through the wall registers.
I hated waiting. Jason was missing. Was he dead? If he were alive, how much longer would he be alive? How long would Dolph keep me waiting?
Dolph came around the corner. Bless his little heart, he hadn't kept me waiting long at all.
I stood. "Officer Kirlin says you mentioned a missing person to her. Are you holding out on me?"
"Yeah, but not by choice. I've got a client that won't go to the police. I've tried to persuade them..." I shrugged. "Just because I'm right and they're wrong doesn't mean I can spill their secrets without clearing it with them first."
"There's no client-animator privilege, Anita. If I asked for the information you're legally obligated to give it to me."
I hadn't had enough sleep to deal with this. "Or what?"
He frowned. "Or you go to jail for obstruction of justice."
"Fine, let's go," I said.
"Don't push me, Anita."
"Look, Dolph, I'll tell you everything I know when they give me the okay. I may tell you anyway because they're being stupid, but I won't tell you shit because you bullied me."
He took a deep breath through his nose and let it out slow. "Fine, let's go talk to our witness."
I appreciated the naga still being "our" witness. "Yeah, let's go." Dolph motioned me out of the waiting room. We walked down the hallway together in silence. But the silence was companionable. No need to fill it with idle chitchat or accusations.
A doctor in a white coat with a stethoscope draped over his shoulders like a feather boa opened the door. Officer Kirlin was still at her post, ever vigilant. She gave me her best flinty steel look. It needed work. But when you're small, blond, female, and a cop, you have to at least try to look tough.
"He can talk for a very short time, It's a miracle that he's alive, let alone talking. I'll monitor the questioning. If he gets upset, I'll stop the interview."
"That's fine with me, Dr. Wilburn. He's a victim and a witness, not a suspect. We don't mean him any harm."
The doctor didn't look completely convinced but he stepped back into the room, and held the door for us.
Dolph loomed up behind me. He was like an immovable force at my back. I could see why the doctor thought we might browbeat the witness. Dolph couldn't look harmless if he tried, so he just didn't try.
The naga lay in the bed, thick with tubes and wires. His skin was growing back. You could see it spreading in raw, painful patches, but it was growing back. He still looked as though he'd been boiled alive, but it was an improvement.
He turned his eyes to look at us. He moved his head very slowly, the better to see us. "Mr. Javad, you remember Sergeant Storr. He's brought some people to talk with you."
"The woman..." he said. His voice was low and sounded painful. He swallowed carefully and tried again. "The woman at the river."
I walked forward. "Yes, I was at the river."
"Helped me."
"I tried."
Dolph stepped forward. "Mr. Javad, can you tell us who did this to you?"
"Witches," he said.
"Did you say 'witches'?" Dolph asked.
"Yes."
Dolph looked at me. He didn't have to ask. This was my area. "Javad, did you recognize the witches? Names?"
He swallowed again and it sounded dry. "No."
"Where did they do this to you?"
He closed his eyes.
"Do you know where you were when they... skinned you?"
"Drugged me."
"Who drugged you?"
"Woman... eyes."
"What about her eyes?"
"Ocean." I had to lean forward to hear that last. His voice was fading.
He opened his eyes suddenly, wide. "Eyes, ocean." He let out a low guttural sound, as if he were swallowing screams.
The doctor came up. He checked his vitals, touching the ruined flesh as gently as he could. Even that touch made him writhe with pain.
The doctor pressed a button on the bedside. "It's time for Mr. Javad's medication. Bring it now."
"No," Javad said. He grabbed my arm. He gasped, but held on. His skin felt like warm raw meat. "Not first."
"Not first? I don't understand."
"Others."
"They did this to others?"
"Yes. Stop them."
"I will. I promise."
He slumped back against the bed but couldn't hold still. It hurt too much for that. Every movement hurt, but he couldn't hold still against the pain.
A nurse in a pink jacket came in with a shot. She put the needle into his IV. Moments later he began to ease. His eyes fluttered shut. Sleep came and something in my chest loosened. That much pain was hard to endure, even if you were only just watching.
"He'll wake up and we'll have to sedate him again. I've never seen anyone that could heal like this. But just because he can heal the damage doesn't mean it doesn't hurt."
Dolph took me to one side. "What was all that about eyes and others?"
"I don't know." Half-true. I didn't know what the eye comment meant, but I suspected the others were the missing shapeshifters.
Zerbrowski came in. He motioned to Dolph. They walked out into the hall. The nurse and doctor were fussing with the naga. No one had invited me out into the hall, but it was only fair. I wasn't sharing with them, why should they share with me?
The door opened, and Dolph motioned me out into the hall. We went. Officer Kirlin wasn't at her post. Probably told to leave for a little while.
"Can't find any missing-person case that has your name associated with it," Dolph said.
"You had Zerbrowski check me out?"
Dolph just looked at me. His eyes had gone all cool and distant-cop eyes.
"Except for Dominga Salvador," Zerbrowski said.
"Anita said she didn't know what happened to Mrs. Salvador," Dolph said. He was still giving me his hard look. It was a hell of a lot better than Officer Kirlin's.
I fought the urge to squirm. Dominga Salvador was dead. I knew that because I'd seen it happen. I'd pulled the trigger, metaphorically speaking. Dolph suspected I had something to do with her disappearance but he couldn't prove it, and she had been a very evil woman. If she'd been convicted of everything she was suspected of doing, it would have been an automatic death penalty. The law doesn't like witches much better than it likes vampires. I'd used a zombie to kill her. It was enough to earn me my own trip to the electric chair.
My beeper sounded. Saved by the bell. I checked the number. I didn't recognize the number, but no need sharing that. "An emergency, I've got to find a phone." I walked off before Dolph could say anything else. Seemed safer that way.
They let me use the phone at the nurses' station. Kind of them. Richard picked up the phone on the first ring. "Anita?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"I'm at school. Louie never showed up for his morning classes." He lowered his voice until I had to plug one ear just to hear him. "Tonight is full moon. He wouldn't miss classes. It raises suspicions."
"Why call me?"
He said he was going to meet your writer friend, Elvira something."
"Elvira Drew?" As I said her name, I could picture her face. Her green-blue eyes the color of ocean water. Shit.
"I think so."
"When was he supposed to meet her?"
"This morning."
"Did he make the meeting?"
"I don't know. I'm at work. I haven't been by his place yet."
"You're afraid something happened to him, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"I didn't set up the meeting. I'll call work and find out who did. Will you be at this number?"
"I've got to get back to class. But I'll check back with you as soon as I can."
"Okay. I'll call you as soon as I know anything."
"I've got to go," he said.
"Wait, I think I know what happened to the missing shapeshifters."
"What!"
"This is an ongoing police investigation. I can't talk about it, but if I could tell the police about the missing shapeshifters, we might find Louie and Jason faster."
"Marcus said not to tell?"
"Yeah."
He was quiet for a minute. "Tell them. I'll take the responsibility."
"Great. I'll get back with you." I hung up. It wasn't until I heard the dial tone that I realized I hadn't said, I love you. Oh, well.
I dialed work. Mary answered. I didn't wait for her to get through her greeting. "Put me through to Bert."
"Are you all right?"
"Just do it."
She didn't argue. Good woman. "Anita, this better be important. I've got a client with me."
"Did you speak with someone about finding a wererat today?"
"As a matter of fact, I did."
My stomach hurt. "When and where was the appointment set up?"
"This morning, about six. Mr. Fane wanted to get it in before he had to go to work."
"Where?"
"Her house."
"Give me the address."
"What's wrong?"
"I think Elvira Drew may have set him up to be killed."
"You are kidding me, right?"
"Address, Bert."
He gave it to me.
"I may not be in for work tonight."
"Anita..."
"Save it, Bert. If he gets killed, we set him up."
"Fine, fine. Do what you have to."
I hung up. It was a first, Bert giving in. If I hadn't known that visions of lawsuits were dancing in his head, I'd have been more impressed.
I went back to our little group. No one was talking to anyone. "There have been seven shapeshifters taken in this area."
"What are you talking about?" Dolph asked.
I shook my head. "Just listen." I told him everything about the disappearances. Ending with, "Two more shifters have gone missing. I think whoever skinned the naga thought he was a lycanthrope. It is possible by magic to take a shifter's skin and use it to shapeshift yourself. You get all of the advantages, greater strength, speed, etc... and you are not tied to the moon."
"Why didn't it work with the naga?" Zerbrowski asked.
"He's immortal. The shifter has to die at the end of the spell."
"We know why. Now, where the hell are they?" Dolph asked.
"I've got an address," I said.
"How?"
"I'll explain on the way. The spell doesn't work until dark, but we can't take the chance they'll keep them alive. They have to be worried that the naga healed enough to talk."
"After seeing him last night, I wouldn't be," Zerbrowski said.
"You're not a witch," I said.
We left. I would have liked Edward at my back. If we did find renegade witches and a few shapeshifters on the night of the full moon, Edward at my back was not a bad idea. But I couldn't figure out how to manage it. Dolph and Zerbrowski were no slouches, but they were cops. They aren't allowed to shoot people without giving them every opportunity to give up. Elvira Drew had skinned a naga. I wasn't sure I wanted to give her an opportunity. I wasn't sure we'd survive it.