I folded my arms over my stomach and stared at her. If I thought I was going to stare her down, I was wrong. I looked away first. "It is serious or should be."
"Why?" she said.
I was finally reduced to shrugging. If I hadn't been having sex with a vampire out of wedlock, I'd have had some moral high ground to stand on. As it was, I had nothing to fight back with. I'd been virtuous for so long, but when I lost it, I lost it big time. From celibacy to fucking the undead. If I'd still been Catholic, it would have been enough to get me excommunicated. Of course, being an Animator was enough to get me excommunicated. Lucky for me I was Protestant.
"You want some advice from your Auntie Ronnie?"
That made me smile, a small smile, but it was better than nothing. "What advice?"
"Go upstairs and join that man in the shower."
I looked at her, suitably scandalized. The fact that I'd been pretty much fantasizing about doing just that not ten minutes ago only made it more embarrassing. "You saw him in the kitchen, Ronnie. I don't think he's in a co-ed shower sort of mood."
A look came into her eyes that suddenly made me feel young or maybe naive. "You strip off and surprise him, and he won't kick you out. You don't get that kind of anger without heat. He wants you as badly as you want him. Just give into it, girlfriend."
I shook my head.
She sighed. "Why not?"
"A thousand things, but mainly, Jean-Claude."
"Dump him," she said.
I laughed. "Yeah, right."
"Is he really that good? So good that you couldn't give him up?"
I thought about that for a minute and didn't know what to say. It finally boiled down to one thing, and I said it out loud. "I'm not sure there are enough white roses in the world to make me forget Richard." I held up a hand before she could interrupt. "But I'm not sure there are enough cozy afternoons in all eternity to make me forget Jean-Claude."
She sat up straight on the couch, staring at me. A look almost of sorrow filled her eyes. "You mean that, don't you?"
"Yeah," I said.
Ronnie shook her head. "Jesus, Anita, you are screwed."
That made me laugh, because she was right. It was either cry or laugh about it, and Richard had gotten all the tears he was getting from me for one day.
34
The phone rang, and I jumped. Now that the danger was over, I could be jumpy. I went into the kitchen and picked up the phone. Before I could even answer, I heard Dolph's voice. "Anita, you okay?"
"The police grapevine is even faster than I thought," I said.
"What are you talking about?"
I told him what I'd told the 911 operator.
"I didn't know," Dolph said.
"Then why did you want to know if I was okay?"
"Nearly every vampire-owned business or house in the city was hit about the same time this morning. They fire-bombed the Church of Eternal Life, and we've had one-on-one hits on non-vamps all over the city."
Fear rushed through me like fine champagne, useless adrenaline with nowhere to go. I had a lot of friends that were undead, not just Jean-Claude. "Dead Dave's, has it been hit?"
"I know Dave resents being kicked off the force after he. . died, but we take care of our own. His bar's got a uniformed guard until we find out what the hell is going on. We got the arsonist before he could do more than smoke up an outside wall."
I knew that only the bad vamps were at the Circus, but Dolph didn't. He might find it strange if I didn't ask. "The Circus?"
"They defended themselves against a couple of arsonists. Why didn't you ask about the love of your life, first, Anita? Isn't he home?"
Dolph asked like he already knew, which could mean he knew or it could mean he was fishing. But I was pretty sure the council flunkies wouldn't have told the whole truth. Half-truth, it was. "Jean-Claude stayed over last night."
The silence this time was even thicker than before. I let it build into something thick and unpleasant enough to choke on. I don't know how long we listened to each other breathe, but it was Dolph who broke first. "Lucky for him. Did you know this was coming?"
That caught me off guard. If he thought I'd held out on something this big, no wonder he was pissed at me. "No, Dolph, I swear I had no idea."
"Did your boyfriend?"
I thought about that for a second. "I don't think so, but I'll ask him when he gets up."
"Don't you mean when he rises from the dead?"
"Yeah, Dolph," I said, "that's what I mean."
"You think he could have known about all this shit and not told you?"
"Probably not, but he has his moments."
"Yet you still date him. . I just don't understand that, Anita."
"If I could explain it so that it made sense to you, Dolph, I would, but I can't."
He sighed. "You got any ideas why someone's hitting all the monsters today?"
"You mean, why monsters or why this date?" I asked.
"Either," he said.
"You've got some suspects in custody, right?"
"Yes."
"They haven't talked."
"Only to ask for a lawyer. A lot of them ended up dead like yours."
"Humans Against Vampires, or Humans First, maybe," I said.
"Would either of them hit shifters?"
My stomach clenched into a nice tight knot. "What do you mean?"
"A man walked into a bar in the loop with a submachine gun with silver ammo."
For a minute I thought Dolph meant the Lunatic Cafe, Raina's old restaurant, but it wasn't an openly lycanthrope hangout. I tried to think what was up there that was openly shifter. "The Leather Den?" I made it a question.
"Yeah," he said.
The Leather Den was the only bar in the country, to my knowledge, that was a hangout for sadomasochistic gay men who happened to be shapeshifters. It was a triple threat to any hatemonger. "Geez, Dolph, if it wasn't happening with everything else, I'd say it could be almost any right-wing fruitcake. Did you get the machine gunner alive?"
"Nope," Dolph said. "The survivors ate him."
"Bet they didn't," I said.
"They used teeth to kill him, Anita. That's eating him in my book."
I'd seen shapeshifters eat people, not just attack them, but since most of those were illegal kills, i.e. murders, I let Dolph win the fight. He was still wrong, but hard to show him my proof without getting people in trouble.
"Whatever you say, Dolph."
He was quiet for long enough that I had to say, "You still there?"
"Why do I think you're holding back on me, Anita?"
"Would I do that?"
"In a heartbeat," he said.
His asking about the date had triggered some vague memory. "There is something about today's date."
"What is it?" he asked.
"I don't know—something. Do you need me to come in?"
"Since almost all this shit is preternatural-related, every uniform and his K9 is asking for us. So yeah, we need everybody in the field today. They've been hitting the monster isolation wards of most of the major hospitals."
"Jesus, Stephen," I said.
"He's all right, they all are," Dolph said. "A guy with a 9mm tried for them. The cop at the door got hit."
"He all right?" I asked.
"He'll live." Dolph didn't sound happy, and it wasn't just the hitter or a wounded cop.
"What happened to the shooter?" I asked.
He laughed, an abrupt, harsh sound. "One of Stephen's 'cousins' threw him up against a wall so hard, his skull cracked. Nurses say the shooter was about to put a round right between the uniform's eyes when he was. . stopped."
"So Stephen's cousin saved the cop's life," I said.