He leaned back and stretched his arms along the back of the booth. “You’re the only one in the family who eats their meat rare,” he said. “Sometimes I wonder if it’s from being fostered with a vampire,” he added with a smile.
The garlic bread arrived and it was completely delicious, oozing butter, topped with melted parmesan cheese and paprika. Moments later the waiter returned with a rolling cart topped with a large wooden bowl and various smaller bowls filled with coddled egg, parmesan cheese, anchovies, half a lemon, cloves of garlic, lettuce, croutons and two carafes, for oil and vinegar, and a bottle of Worcestershire. The waiter made an appropriate production of preparing the Caesar salad. As I watched him rub the sides of the bowl with garlic, I said,
“Probably not the best choice for a date.”
“Not unless both of you ate it,” Dad said.
Plates heaped with romaine lettuce were placed in front of us. “Speaking of dating … are you seeing anyone?” Dad asked. I shook my head. “Anyone look promising?”
“There was a guy I liked, but things have gotten … complicated.” Given his expression I felt like I needed to say more. “He’s Álfar. You don’t … wouldn’t mind, would you?”
“Well, I’d like grandkids. And sometimes these mixed marriages don’t work out all that well.”
My father applied himself to his salad. Then he said, “And in some ways the Álfar are the least human of all the Powers.”
“Really? How do you figure?”
“Different species. With vampires and werewolves they at least began life as humans.”
I leaned back and considered that. He had a point, but I still felt I had to defend John. “John was a changeling. His mother exchanged him for a human baby and he was raised by humans.”
“Okay. And when am I going to meet this paragon?”
I played with my fork, beat out a tattoo on the edge of my plate. “Well, that’s what’s complicated.” I paused, considering how to sum up all the craziness from last summer. “For a lot of really complicated reasons we had to travel in Fey, and John’s mom decided he needed to stay with her, and … well, he had to agree so she would let me go.”
My dad’s expression was serious. “I was being facetious about paragon, but it sounds like he just might be.”
“He’s brave and chivalrous and smart.” I swallowed, trying to force down the sudden obstruction in my throat. My father’s hand was warm as he clasped mine. “Look, can we talk about something else?”
“Sure. What do you want to talk about?”
“Did you always want me to be a lawyer?” I asked.
“I hoped one of my children would follow in Granddad’s footsteps. Did I push too hard?”
“Charlie kind of implied that,” I said referring to my younger brother. “I never thought so.”
“Well, I’m really the aberration, being a businessman. Law and revolution have been the hallmarks of the Ellerys from the very beginning,” Dad said.
I knew he was referring to the illustrious founder of our family, William Ellery, who signed the Declaration of Independence, was a judge on the supreme court of Rhode Island, the first customs collector under the Constitution, and an early abolitionist. I thought about that for a moment then said, “I wonder how he’d feel about his umpty-umpth great-granddaughter working for a bunch of vampires?”
An expression I couldn’t identify swept across my father’s face. “I think he’d understand,” he said softly.
Our main course arrived, distracting us, and Daddy turned the conversation to Charlie, his interest in architecture, and the ongoing arguments over where he was going to go to college. By the time we’d finished our dinner I was almost asleep.
“Can you stay awake for dessert?” Dad asked. I shook my head. “Okay. Let me take you home.”
The following day I returned to the office. David had wisely canceled hearings for the next two days. Anyone even remotely associated with the movie business was in a state of shock over the shootings, and a lot of them were going to be attending funerals. I asked Elaine if Mr. Pizer was available.
“I’m sure he is for you,” she said. I wondered if the knowing smile was meant to convey something, but then decided that was just the way she smiled. She left her desk and went into the corner office, closing the door behind her. A moment later the door opened and she beckoned me inside.
Pizer was practicing putting in the center of the big office. I just stared at him. He gave me a rueful look and cocked the putter over his shoulder like a rifle. “Okay, I’m a cliché, what can I say?”
“I didn’t know they had night golf,” I said.
“The courses that want to cater to a better class of player have installed lights.” He stopped. “I didn’t mean to say better class. I meant to say different class of player.”
I had a feeling he wouldn’t have made that adjustment if he’d been talking to another vampire. I let it go. They thought they were superior because in so many ways they were. It was also clear that Pizer played human better than many others of his kind I had met. It was an odd dynamic. They wanted to do business with humans, which meant they had to play human power games or else redefine the game. Thus far they’d elected to play, mostly, on human terms.
“So, what can I do you for?” Pizer asked, pulling me back.
“I want to talk to Kerrinan. Do we know who’s representing him?”
“Christine Valada at Wein, Ellison and Martin.” He pulled out his BlackBerry. “I’ll send it over to you.” I pulled out my iPhone, and he made the transfer.
“Thanks.”
Pizer sat down on the edge of his desk and swung a foot in a monotonous rhythm. “So, what’s up?”
“Something’s not adding up,” I said.
“David said you were niftic.”
“Meaning…?”
“Not sure. Sounds like one of those 1940s things, but good … I think. Ask him.”
“I’m almost scared to. Thanks for the information. I’ll give her a call.” I paused at the door. “So the firm is okay with me asking some questions?”
“Yes. I’ve discussed it with David.”
“Okay, thanks.”
I went back to my broom closet office and met Merlin’s wide-eyed gaze. “Wow. You nearly got killed.”
“Gosh, really? I hadn’t noticed.” I was immediately ashamed of myself. “Sorry, Merlin, I’m not usually a bitch. I’m running on too little sleep.”
“Hey, I’m sorry. That was gauche.” The grin was back. “But true.”
I settled at my desk. Rested my chin in my hands, and contemplated Christine Valada’s telephone number. My mind skipped away to Jondin. How had she gotten the guns?
“Hey.” I looked up at Merlin’s call. “You look sort of fried. Can I help?”
“I wish. I want to make some inquiries, but I don’t really know where to start. I’m way off my home turf out here, and I’m a lawyer, not a policeman or a PI. I mean, I know how to research case law and case files, but…” I made a hopeless and frustrated gesture.
“If you don’t mind I’ve got a suggestion for you.”
“Why would I mind? Your last suggestion turned out really well.”
“What was that?”
“The Oakwood.”
“Oh, yeah, well, glad it worked out.” He sucked in a quick breath. “I’ve got a twin brother.”
He stared at me expectantly. I just blinked at him. “Okay,” I said slowly.
“We were the Blue Fairy ice-cream kids.” I was starting to wonder if I needed to move slowly for the door, then run like hell and call for security and men in white coats. “Commercials?” Merlin prodded. “We’d sit in wading pools and bathtubs and eat ice cream and end up with it all over our faces.”