"That makes sense," I said.
I felt Ramirez shift beside me, as if he badly wanted to say it does. But he kept quiet because he was a good cop, and she was talking to me. Did it really matter why? Not right that second it didn't.
"You saw the creature that ... " it was my turn to hesitate. If the police knew what Nicky had done, it was an automatic death sentence. But frankly, he deserved it. The werewolves that he had sucked dry hadn't been willing sacrifices. And he'd cut them up, knowing they were still alive, he'd cut them up and sewn them into that monster behind the bar. It was one of the worst things I'd come across, and that was saying a lot.
I made my decision and knew that it would eventually cost Nicky his life. "You saw the creature that Nicky Baco made?"
She nodded. "I saw. It is a corruption of a great gift."
"Does his master gain power through it just like you do?"
"Yes, and Nicky Baco gains power through it, much as Pinotl does. As you have."
"Can he pass that power to others, like maybe a werewolf pack?"
She seemed to think about that, head to one side, then finally nodded. "It would be possible to share with wereanimals if you had some bond with them of a mystical nature."
"He's vargamor for the local pack," I said.
"I am not familiar with the word vargamor."
It was a wolf term. "It's their witch, their brujo, and they are bound to the pack."
"Then certainly he could share the power with them."
"Nicky said he didn't know where this god lay."
"He lies," she said. "You do not gain this power without the touch of your god's hand."
I'd gotten that from the images that had filled me, but I wanted it confirmed.
"Then Nicky should be able to take us to the place where the god is hiding?"
She nodded. "He knows."
"Do you have a problem with us hunting down and killing a god from your pantheon?"
A look crossed her face that I didn't understand. "If it is a god, then you cannot kill it, and if you can kill it, then it is not a god. I do not mourn the death of false gods."
It was kind of funny coming from her, but I let it go. It wasn't my job to convince her what she was, or what she wasn't. "Thank you for your help, Itzpapalotl."
She gave me a long look, and I knew what she wanted, but ... "You are indeed a goddess, but I cannot serve two masters," I said.
"His power is lust, and you deny him his power."
I felt the heat rush up my face and wondered what a blush looked like with glowing black eyes. It wasn't what she'd said. It was me knowing what she'd seen in my head. She knew more intimate details than my best friend. Just as I'd shared what she and Pinotl considered a very private and intimate moment of their sharing. Fair is fair, but somehow I didn't think Itzpapalotl blushed.
"I thought I was just denying him sex."
She looked at me the way you'd look a child that was deliberately misunderstanding a point. "Tell me, Anita, what is the base of my power?"
The question surprised me, but I answered it; the time for lying between us was past. "Power, you feed off of pure power regardless of the source."
She smiled, and that thread of power in me smiled with her, made me feel glowy all over. "Now, what is your master's base of power?"
I'd been running from this particular truth for a very long time. Not all master vampires had a secondary power base, another way to draw energy, other than blood or human servants or animals to call. But some did, and Jean-Claude was one of them.
"Anita," she said, as if reminding me that I was supposed to be saying something.
"Sex, his base of power is sex," I said.
Again, she smiled happily at me, and I felt that warm answering glow. It was good to be truthful. It was good to be smart. It was good to please her. And that of course was one of her dangers. If you stayed near her long enough, it might become an end in itself to please her. Even thinking it, I couldn't be afraid of her. Good that I didn't live in Albuquerque.
"By denying him and your wolf, you cripple not just the triad of power, but him. You have crippled him, Anita. You have crippled your master."
I heard myself say, "I'm sorry."
"It is not me that you must be sorry to. It is him. Go home and beg his forgiveness, lay yourself at his feet and feed his power."
I closed my eyes, because what I really wanted to do was nod and just agree. I was pretty sure the spell would wear off before I got home to St. Louis, but putting this woman and Jean-Claude together as a team would have been my undoing. Even now, I was glad he was hundreds of miles away, because I nodded, eyes still closed.
She took the nod as assent. "Good, very good. If your master is grateful for my aid in this matter, let him contact me. I know that we can come to an understanding."
And for the first time since she'd zapped me, I felt a thrill of fear. I looked at her through a veil of her power and was afraid of her.
She read it in me. "You should always be afraid of gods, Anita. If you are not afraid, then you are a fool and you are not a fool." She looked past me to Ramirez. "I believe that I have helped you all that I can, Detective Ramirez."
He said, "Anita?"
I nodded. "Yeah, it's time to go see Nicky Baco."
"If Nicky lied to us, then so did his pack leader," Edward said, "because he said Nicky was telling the truth about not knowing where the monster was."
"If Nicky can share this kind of power with the werewolves, then I know why the pack lied."
"The werewolves will fight to protect Nicky," Edward said.
We looked at each other. "It'll be a blood bath if the police go in force." I shook my head. "But what choice do we have?"
"Nicky isn't at the bar," Ramirez said.
We turned to him, said in unison, "Where is he?"
"In the hospital. Someone beat the shit out of him."
Edward and I exchanged glances, and we both smiled. "Back to the hospital, then," I said.
He nodded. "Back to the hospital."
I looked at Ramirez. "If that's all right with you?"
"Can you prove what you've been saying about Baco?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Then it's a death sentence. He'll know that. I've seen Baco in an interrogation. He's tough, and he knows that he has nothing to gain and everything to lose by telling us the truth."
"Then we'll have to find something that he's more afraid of than being executed." I couldn't help it. I turned and looked at Itzpapalotl. I met her eyes and there was no pull to them now. Her own power protected me from her. No stars, no endless night, just a dark knowledge of what I was thinking, and her approval of the plan.
"We can't do anything illegal," Ramirez said.
"Of course not," I said.
"I mean it, Anita."
I looked at him, and watched him flinch when he met my eyes, "Would I do that to you?"
He searched my face as if trying to decipher it. It was the way I looked at Edward sometimes, or Jean-Claude. Finally, he said, "I don't know what you'd do." And that, for better or worse, was the truth.