She got the pictures out of her purse. They were the kind of pictures that didn't need any explanation. George had left his drapes up, very careless.
Gabriel curled back into the seat, flipping through the shots, a big smile on his face. He got to one particular shot, and laughed. "Very impressive."
Raina's reaction was very different. She wasn't amused. She was angry. "You brought us out here to punish him for cheating on Peggy?"
"Not exactly," I said. "We think he is responsible for her disappearance. If he's responsible for one disappearance, he could be responsible for more."
Raina looked at me. The concentration was just as pure but now I had to fight an urge to squirm. Her rage was pure and simple. George had hurt a pack member. He would pay for that. There was no uncertainty in her gaze, only an instant rage.
"Let Ronnie and I do the talking. The two of you are here to intimidate him if we need it."
"If there is any chance he has Jason, we don't have time to be subtle," Raina said.
I agreed with her, but not out loud. "We talk, you stay in the background and look menacing. Unless we ask. Okay?"
"I'm here because Richard asked me," Raina said. "He's an alpha male. I obey his orders."
"Somehow I don't picture you obeying anybody's orders," I said.
She flashed me a very nasty smile. "I obey the orders I want to obey."
That I believed. I jerked a thumb at Gabriel. "Who called in him?"
"I chose him. Gabriel is very good at intimidation."
He was big, leather clad, metal studded, and had sharp, pointy teeth. Yeah, I'd say that was intimidating.
"Your word that you'll stay in the background unless we need you."
"Richard said we are to obey you as we would obey him," Raina said.
"Great. Since you obey Richard only when it suits you, what does that mean?"
Raina laughed. It had a hard, brittle edge to it. The kind of laughter that made you think of mad scientists and people locked too long in solitary. "I will let you handle it, Anita Blake, as long as you are doing a good job. Jason is my pack member. I will not let your squeamishness endanger him."
I was liking this less and less. "I'm not squeamish."
She smiled. "That is true. My apologies."
"You're not a wolf," I said. "What are you getting out of this?"
Gabriel smiled, flashing sharp, pointy teeth. He was still flipping through the pictures. "Marcus and Richard will owe me a favor. The whole damn pack will owe me one."
I nodded. It was a motive I believed. "Give the pictures back to Ronnie. No smart remarks, just do it."
He pouted, sticking out his lower lip. It would have worked better without the fangs. But he handed the pictures to Ronnie. His fingertips brushed her hand, lingering a little, but he didn't say anything. That had been what I asked. Were all shapeshifters so damn literal?
His strange eyes stared at me. I suddenly remembered where I'd seen those eyes. Behind a mask in a film that I'd rather not have seen. Gabriel was the other man in the snuff film. I hadn't had enough sleep to hide the shock. I felt my face crumble with it and couldn't stop it.
Gabriel turned his head to one side, like a dog. "Why are you looking at me like I just sprouted a second head?"
What could I say? "Your eyes. I just figured out where I've seen them."
"Yes." He moved closer, putting his chin on the back of the seat, letting me have a good look at those luminous eyes. "Where?"
"The zoo. You're a leopard." Liar, liar, pants on fire, but I couldn't think of a better one, not this quick.
He blinked, staring at me. "Meow, but that wasn't what you were thinking." He sounded very sure of himself.
"Believe it or not, I don't give a damn. It's the best answer you're getting."
He stayed there, chin indenting the upholstery. You couldn't see his shoulders, so his head looked disembodied, like a head on a pike. Accurate, if Edward found out who he was. And Edward would find out. I'd tell him, gladly, if it would stop any more of those films from being made. Of course, I wasn't sure it would stop them. They were Raina's brainchild. Supposedly, she didn't know about the alternate ending. Yeah, right, and I moonlighted as the Easter Bunny.
Ronnie was staring at me. She knew me too well. I hadn't told her about the snuff film. Now I'd introduced her to two of the stars. Shit. We got out of the car into the bright, chilly winter sunlight. We walked up the sidewalk with a shapeshifter following at our backs that I had seen murder a woman on screen and feed from her still-twitching body. God help George Smitz if he was guilty. God help us all if he wasn't. Jason was missing. One of the newest pack members, Richard had said. If George Smitz didn't have him, who did?
Chapter 34
Raina grabbed my hand before it could touch the doorbell. Her grip had been very fast. I hadn't had time to react at all. Her nails were long and perfectly manicured with nail polish the color of burnt pumpkins. Those orange-brown nails dug into my wrist just enough to indent the skin. She let me feel the strength in that delicate hand. She didn't hurt me, but the smile on her face said she could. I smiled back. She was strong, but she wasn't a vampire. I was betting I could get to a gun before she could finish crushing my wrist.
She didn't crush my wrist. She let go. "Perhaps Gabriel and I should go in the back way. You did say you wanted us to stay in the background." She was smiling and looking oh, so reasonable. The nail marks in my skin hadn't filled out yet.
"I mean, look at us, Ms. Blake. Even if we say nothing, he can't ignore us."
She had a point. "How will the two of you get in the back door if it's locked?"
Raina gave me a look worthy of Edward, as if I'd asked a very stupid question. Was I the only one who didn't know how to pick a lock? "Fine, go to it."
Raina smiled and walked off through the snow. Her auburn hair gleamed against the fox fur coat. Her high-heeled brown boots left sharp little prints in the melting snow. Gabriel trailed after her. The chains on his leather jacket jingled as he walked. His metal-studded cowboy boots smashed over Raina's daintier prints almost as if it were purposeful.
"Nobody's going to mistake them for door-to-door salespeople," Ronnie said.
I glanced at our jeans, my Nikes, her snow boots, my leather jacket, her long suede coat. "Us either," I said.
"Good point."
I rang the bell.
We stood on the little front porch listening to the eaves drip, We were having one of those strange winter thaws that Missouri is famous for. The snow was all soft and fading like a snowman in the sunshine. But it wouldn't last. Getting this much snow at all in December was unusual here. We usually didn't get real snow until January or February.
It was taking a long time for Mr. Smitz to come to the door. Finally I heard movement. Something heavy enough to be a person moving toward the door. George Smitz opened the door in a bloodstained apron over jeans and a pale blue T-shirt.
There was a bloodstain on one shoulder, as if he'd lifted a side of beef and it had bled on him. He wiped his hands on his apron, palms flat, skin stretching along the fabric as if he couldn't get them clean. Maybe he just wasn't used to being covered in blood. Or maybe his palms were sweating.
I smiled and offered him my hand. He took it. His palm was sweaty. Nervous. Great. "How are you, Mr. Smitz?"
He shook hands with Ronnie and ushered us inside. We were standing in a little entryway. There was a closet to one side, a mirror on the opposite wall with a low table. A vase full of yellow silk flowers sat on the table. The walls were pale yellow and matched the flowers.
"May I take your coats?"
If he was a murderer, he was the most polite one I'd ever met. "No, thanks, we'll keep them with us."