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I waited for it.

“You’re not going to ask?”

“Just tell me, Bradley.”

“Okay, Here goes. ‘Ms. Blake, sorry we didn’t get to raise my ancestor. In case you were wondering, he is real. But under the circumstances, I thought discretion the better part of valor. And the assignment has been canceled, for the time being.’ Do you understand what he means about the assignment being canceled?”

“I think so, I think he means the deal was called off. It got too messy. Thanks for checking, Bradley.”

“Don’t thank me, Anita, if I hadn’t tried to get you onto our payroll as a federal agent, you might never have come to the attention of whoever hired Heinrick.”

“You can’t keep blaming yourself for that, Bradley. It’s like spilled milk, clean up the mess, and move on.”

“The same goes for Van Anders.”

“I always give better advice than I take, Bradley, you should know that by now.”

He laughed, then said, “Watch your back, okay?”

“I will, you, too.”

“Bye, Anita, take care.”

I was in the middle of saying, “you, too,” when he hung up on me. What was it about working for law enforcement that gave you such bad phone manners?

Nathaniel came into the bedroom with the copy of Charlotte’s Web. “It was in the kitchen, and it’s got a second bookmark. I think Zane, or somebody has started reading it.”

I cuddled tighter in against Micah’s body, and he held me, his arms warm and fierce as if he could squeeze the bad feelings out of me. “Let them get their own copy,” I said.

Nathaniel smiled. Micah kissed the top of my head. “Who’s reading tonight?” Nathaniel asked.

“I will,” Micah said, “unless Anita wants to.”

I buried my face in the crook of his arm. “No, being read to sounds just about right tonight.”

Nathaniel handed him the book and climbed into bed. I wasn’t sure if it was the warmth of both of them under the covers, or the sound of Micah’s deep voice as he read, but slowly, I began to be warm again. I hadn’t read Charlotte’s Web in years. I was overdue. Overdue for so many things that didn’t involve guns or killing people.

62

DOLPH IS STILL on leave, but I’m working on arranging a get-together between him, his wife, and their son and daughter-in-law. I don’t know if there’s anything to talk about, but Lucille, Mrs. Dolph, wants me to try. I’ll try.

Richard seems to have some peace. Not enough peace for us to date. But hey, I’m just thrilled that he’s no longer suicidally depressed. At this point, I want him healthy and happy more than I want him with me.

Asher, Jean-Claude, and I have an understanding. I guess, you could say we’re dating. You wouldn’t think that dating two men simultaneously would be a first with me, but two men on the exact same date at the exact same time—that’s new.

Stephen and Gregory’s father is still in town. Valentina and Bartolomé asked Jean-Claude’s permission to kill him. Jean-Claude said okay, as long as Stephen and Gregory agree. Stephen’s therapist thinks it would be healthier if the boys handled it themselves. Gregory’s comment had been, “Oh, we get to kill him ourselves.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Stephen said.

The two of them are still arguing about how to handle their childhood nightmare come to town. I’m with Valentina and Bartolomé on this one. Kill his ass. But I won’t take the choice away from Stephen and Gregory, not if their therapist says it’ll do more damage. God knows they’ve had enough damage in their lives already.

But because they haven’t been able to satisfy their debt of honor, the two child vampires are staying in St. Louis. Besides the debt of honor thing, I think Valentina doesn’t want to be anywhere near Belle Morte when she goes up against the Mother of All Darkness. Me either.

There are nights when I dream about the living dark. As long as I sleep with a cross on I’m okay, but if I forget, she haunts me. I’d get a cross tattoo if I wasn’t afraid it’d burst into flames.

The Mobile Reserve has me on their list of civilian experts. They’ll call if they need me. Captain Parker was wicked pissed