Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 11-15 - Laurell K. Hamilton [556]
He looked past me to Micah. “I like to see a man’s eyes when I talk to him, take off the glasses.”
Shit. Micah looked at me, and I looked at him. I shrugged. “Patterson has never actually asked what Micah does for a living. He’s been too busy trying to get Micah to admit that he’s a stripper, or a homosexual, to worry much about the facts.”
“Fine, I’m askin’ what do you do for a living, Mr. Callahan?”
“I am the coordinator for the Coalition for Better Understanding between Lycanthrope and Human Communities.”
“You’re the what?” Patterson said.
“Shut up, Patterson,” Christopher said. “So you’re one of the bleeding heart liberals that think the animals deserve equal rights.”
“Something like that, Sheriff.”
Christopher was giving Micah all his attention suddenly. “Take off the glasses, Mr. Coordinator.”
Micah took off the glasses.
Patterson backed up, and his hand actually touched his gun butt. Not good. The sheriff just stared into Micah’s kitty-cat eyes and shook his head. “Beastiality and coffin-bait, that is pretty damn low for a white woman.”
And the “white woman” comment took care of any worries I might have had about what other prejudices the sheriff happened to be carrying around. He was an equal opportunity bigot. He hated everybody that wasn’t male and white and straight. What a terribly stark and empty worldview.
“My mother was Hispanic, from Mexico, does that help?”
“Half spic,” he said.
I smiled, and it went all the way to my eyes. “Perfect,” I said, “just perfect.”
“You look awfully happy for someone who’s about to have a really bad night.”
“And how is this night supposed to get any worse, Sheriff?”
“You knew the body would be here, because your boyfriend and his people did it. That’s how you found it.”
“And why did I bring my boyfriends, and how did I arrange for my friend to be here getting drunk?”
“You were going to move the body, hide it. That’s why you needed this many people. There’s something about this one that will lead to your fag vampire friends.”
I wondered how Jean-Claude and Asher would like being referred to as my fag vampire friends. Better not to know. I shook my head. “How many lawsuits do you have against your department?”
“None,” he said.
I laughed, but it wasn’t a happy laugh. “I find that hard to believe.”
“I get the job done, and that’s all people care about.”
It wasn’t my business, but I had to wonder how many of his arrests were people not white, not straight, not like him. I would have bet almost any amount of money, most of his arrests fell into those categories. I hoped I was wrong, but I doubted I was.
“You know the line that if all you have is a hammer, all your problems begin to look like nails?”
He frowned at me, not sure where I was going. “Yeah, I like Mr. Ayoob’s writings.”
“Yeah, so do I, but my point is this. If all you’re looking at is the monsters, then that’s all you’re going to see.”
He frowned harder. “I don’t follow.”
Why was I even trying? “You’re so busy hating me and everyone with me, that you’ve done almost no real police work, or don’t you care about this one? Is that it, sheriff? Is this just some little fag stripper that got himself killed, so it’s not as important as the white women earlier?”
Something flinched through his eyes, if I hadn’t been staring right at him, I’d have missed it. “You must really hate this club.”
His eyes were cool and unreadable when he said, “My experience has been that what goes around, comes around, Marshal. You engage in high-risk behavior, and it catches up with you, and payback’s a bitch.”
I shook my head. “No one so blind as those that will not see.”
“What?” he said.
“Nothing, Sheriff, just wasting my breath.”
The radios on the black and whites crackled to life, and what we heard was enough to stop the squabbling. “Officer down, officer down.”
Location was just down the road at the first strip bar that the vampires hit. Ambitious bastards. I yelled to Micah and Nathaniel,