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“What’s up?” I asked.

He closed the door behind him, stepping into the hallway. He shook his head. “I don’t know why this one’s getting to me.”

“Tell me,” I said.

His eyes flicked to my clothing, as if he’d just noticed. The frown softened into something close to a smile. “Somebody has become a bad influence on your wardrobe.”

I frowned at him. “I’ve got a gun in a bellyband, okay? With the slits, it’s easier to get to.” I would never have explained my dress to Zerbrowski, but to Dolph…

“Ooh,” Zerbrowski said. “Flash us, flash us.”

Dolph’s smile widened enough that his eyes were shiny. “If you’re going to flash that much leg, at least it’s in a good cause.”

I crossed my arms over my stomach. “Is there really a suspect in there or did you call me down here just to yank my chain?”

The smile faded, and the angry frown returned. “She’s not the suspect. She’s the victim. I know you talked to Perry at the scene, but I want you to hear her story, then tell me what you think.” With that, he opened the door. That was Dolph, never liked to influence his people. But frankly, it was a little abrupt. I didn’t have time to put my professional face on. I made eye contact with the woman while I still looked sort of surprised.

I had an impression of huge blue eyes, silky blond hair, delicate features, and yet she was tall. Even with her sitting down, I could tell that. Very few women can be both tall and dainty, but she pulled it off.

“Ms. Vicki Pierce, this is Anita Blake. I’d like you to tell her your story.”

Ms. Pierce blinked big blue eyes, tears welling in them—not falling, mind you, but glittering. She dabbed at them with a Kleenex. There was a bandage on the side of her neck. “Sergeant Storr, I’ve told you what happened. I’ve told you and told you.” A single tear slid down her cheek. “I’m so tired, and it’s been such a traumatic night. Do I have to tell it all over again?” She leaned towards him in the chair, arms held protectively in front of her, almost pleading with him. A lot of men would have buckled under the sweet pressure of those eyes. Too bad the performance was wasted on Dolph.

“Just one more time for Ms. Blake,” he said.

She looked past me to Zerbrowski. “Please, I’m so tired.”

Zerbrowski leaned against the wall. “He’s the boss.”

She’d tried using her womanly wiles, but it wasn’t working. She switched to sisterly unity with only a blink of her baby blues. “You’re a woman. You know how it is, being so alone among all these”—her voice dropped to a hush—“men.” She stared down at the tabletop, then back up with real tears trailing down her perfect skin.

It was an Oscar-worthy performance. I wanted to applaud, but I’d try sympathy first. There was always time for sarcasm later.

I walked around the table to her and leaned against it without really sitting. I was only inches from her, definitely an invasion of personal space. I patted her shoulder and smiled, though I wasn’t a good enough actress for it to reach my eyes. “You’re not alone now, Ms. Pierce. I’m here. Please just tell me your story.”

“Are you a lawyer?” she asked.

If she asked for a lawyer and was insistent, the interview was over. I knelt in front of her, taking her still trembling hands in mine. I stared up at her. I couldn’t manage to look sympathetic but I was interested. I gave her all my attention. I stared at her face like I’d memorize it and said, “Please, Vicki, let me help you.”

Her hands had gone very still under mine. She stared at me with her big eyes like a deer that had scented the gun, but thought if it held very still, the gun wouldn’t fire. She nodded almost to herself more than to me. She gripped my hands, and her face was utterly sincere.

“I had car trouble, and I went into the bar side of a restaurant to use the phone.” She ducked her head, not meeting my eyes. “I know I shouldn’t have gone in there. A woman in a bar alone is just asking for trouble. But there weren’t any phones anywhere else.”

“You have a right to go anywhere you want, anytime you want, Vicki. Being a woman doesn