I shook my head. “He was responsible for her death, Zerbrowski.
The way the law is written, he’s dead either way. If he’s part of our serial killer team, he’s dead. If he accidentally nicked her femoral and either didn’t know enough to call 911, or panicked, or maybe dawn caught him before he could finish. It doesn’t matter which it was, by accident or by design. The law says it’s murder when a vampire kills a human being using its bite. There is no charge of manslaughter, if you’re a vampire.”
Zerbrowski looked at me, and his eyes were very serious behind his wire rimmed glasses. “You think it was an accident, don’t you?”
I shrugged again. “If he meant to rip her femoral open, I think the bite would be different, more vicious. I’ve seen a lot of vamp kills, Zerbrowski, a lot. This looks like a new vamp, a really new one, that doesn’t know how to use its fangs yet. Someone who’s two years dead shouldn’t make mistakes like this.”
“So he did it on purpose.”
I sighed. “I’m beginning to wonder what kind of education the little vampires at the Church of Eternal Life are getting.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, that I thought their mentoring system was like most of the wereanimals that I know. You teach the rookies how to hunt, how to kill, clean, and efficiently.”
“You confessing to something for your furry friends?” he asked, and he wasn’t smiling enough for the comment, not for my peace of mind.
“Animals, Zerbrowski, animals. Jean-Claude hasn’t brought over any new vamps since I’ve been hanging with him, but I’ve seen other vamps that were around two years dead, and they aren’t rookies. They aren’t experts, but this is a rookie mistake. Remember when Jack Benchely said that they’ll give the vamps victims, but they make it clean and neat, and not fun?”
“Yeah.”
“What if feeding on the femoral, the inner thigh, is considered too taboo, too sexual for the church to teach its members?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know the theory that if we don’t tell teenagers about sex that they won’t think of it on their own.”
“Yeah,” he said and smiled and shook his head, “speaking as someone who was once a teenage boy, and who will one day have a two teenagers on my hands, it’s a nice theory, but it doesn’t work that way.”
“Yeah, I know that, but what if the church is like the right-wingers? If you don’t talk about it, or tell the new little vamps about the dirty stuff, they won’t do it, or think of it on their own.”
“Feeding from the inner thigh is too much like oral sex for the church,” he said, and there was no teasing in his voice when he said it. He was working, thinking.
I nodded. “Exactly.”
“But Avery, our newish vampire, did think of it, and did try it, but didn’t know what he was doing.”
“Yes, and because he’d had no information, he didn’t know how dangerous it could be. It’s like the kids who came up pregnant in junior high, because they used candy bar wrappers for condoms.”
Zerbrowski looked at me. “You’re joking.”
“My hand to God, I am not making that up. The point is that if you don’t educate the newly emerging vampire, just like the newly emerging teenager, you end up with them doing stupid shit. Dangerous things that get them or others, killed, or hurt. Ignorance is not bliss when it comes to basic sex ed, or beginning blood donations for vampires.
Ignorance will get you killed in both.”
He looked down at the body. “She fits the physical profile of the first vic. If you ignore the difference in height, she’s even blond, which fits all three vics.”
“But this one’s not a natural blond.”
Zerbrowski frowned at me.
“I don’t mean that, I mean her roots are showing. I didn’t really check that closely, but it looks like she either shaved everything, or had very little body hair to begin with. A lot of strippers shave.”
“Like your new boyfriend,” he said, his voice was mild, but his eyes weren’t.
I shook my head. “None of your damn business, Zerbrowski.”
“You guys were getting pretty cozy on the dance floor, but then he’s living with you now, isn’t he?”
“Somebody talks too much.”
“Hey, I’m a trained detective, I detected that you’re shacking up with a stripper who’s what, seven years younger than you?”
“As the detective in charge at the scene, shouldn’t you be solving this murder?”
“I’m thinking. Teasing you always helps me think.”
“Glad to hear I inspire you. What are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking that I want to talk to Avery Seabrook before he gets executed. If he’s part of the other murders, then I want the names of his friends. If he did this by accident, then I think we need to know that, too. If you’re right, and the church isn’t teaching basic vampire 101 safety to its members, then we’ve got hundreds of potential accidental deaths walking around out there tonight. That ain’t good.”
“Legally, we can’t do anything to force the church to change its teaching methods. Separation of church and state, and all that.”
He nodded. “I can’t, and Federal Marshal Blake can’t, but Anita Blake, sweetie to the Master of the City, might.”
“Are you encouraging me to encourage someone else to put undue pressure on an upstanding member of the community?”
“Would I do that?”
I nodded. “Yep.”
“My head’s sore,” he said, “I give up. How the hell do we catch a vampire and hold him for questioning without getting anyone else killed?”
“He’s only two years dead, Zerbrowski. He’s not that big and bad.”
He glanced down at the body. “Tell that to her.”
He had a point.
“If this was an accident, then he might, just might, run to the church for sanctuary or absolution, or whatever.”
“What if it wasn’t an accident?”
“Then he’s off joining up with his killer friends, and I have no idea where to start looking for him. We know his hunting ground is across the river in the clubs.”
Zerbrowski nodded. “Sheriff Christopher, who you met, is putting all his men on alert. The Staties are helping out, trying to keep it low profile.”
“You’re not going to keep it out of the media much longer.”
He shrugged. “I know.”
“So if extra people are patrolling the clubs, then we can check out the other theory.”
“The church,” he said.
I nodded.
“I’ll talk to Abrahams, let him know what’s up. You go outside and make nice with Arnet.”
“Zerbrowski…”
“Do it, Anita, I don’t have time to baby-sit any more feuds.
You’ve got less than five minutes to fix this. I’d go outside and get started if I were you.” He had that strange un-Zerbrowski-like tone to his voice again. Not hostile, but no room to debate. It was a voice that expected to be obeyed, and strangely, I did. At least I went outside. I had no idea how to fix things with Arnet. You can’t fix something until you know what’s broke. I couldn’t believe she was that pissed about not being able to date Nathaniel, and if it wasn’t that, I was clueless. Yet another interpersonal relationship that I had no clue about. Was it just me, or are people really this confusing?
63
A glance out the partially open door didn’t show Arnet. There was a forest of uniformed officers, plain clothes, and the coroner’s wagon complete with coroner waiting to take the body away. We were still waiting for the crime lab, CSU. It was rare for me to arrive on the scene this soon. I peeled off my bloody gloves at the door, but no one had set up a trash bag for debris. I ended up holding the gloves between two fingertips by a clean edge. Awkward, but I couldn’t just drop them.
The newest detective on the RPIT payroll came around the door frame with an open, but empty trash bag in his gloved hands. His name was Smith and I’d met him once at a crime scene long ago when he was in uniform. It had actually been one of the very first times I’d met Nathaniel. Smith had been comfortable enough around the lycanthropes that I’d remembered it. Remembered it enough to tell Dolph.
Apparently, Dolph had remembered it, too. Seeing Smith in plain clothes had been a reminder that Dolph didn’t really think I was evil, and might even still value my opinion.