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I’d almost forgotten about my little hospital adventure. Now it came rushing back hard enough to bring heat to my face. “Nothing.”

“No, no, ma petite, that is not correct. You were most certainly doing something.”

“Did Stephen and Nathaniel arrive at the house?”

“They did.”

“Great. I’ll talk to you later.”

“You refuse to answer my question?”

“No, I just don’t know a short version that doesn’t make me feel like a slut. I don’t have time for a longer version right now. So, can you wait?”

“I will wait for all eternity, if my lady asks it.”

“Can the crap, Jean-Claude.”

“If I wish you luck with the council, would that please you more?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“It is all right to be a lady, Anita. It is not a bad thing being a woman.”

“You try being one, then talk to me,” I said. I hung up. “My lady” sounded like my dog. Ownership. I was his human servant. Short of killing him, I couldn’t change that. But I didn’t belong to him. If I belonged to anybody, I belonged to me. And that was how I was going to approach the council, as me: Anita Blake, vampire executioner, police liaison for the monsters. They wouldn’t listen to Jean-Claude’s human servant, but they might listen to me.

44

THOMAS ANSWERED THE phone at the Circus. “They have you doing flunky work?” I asked.

“Excuse me?” he said.

“Sorry, this is Anita Blake.”

He was quiet for a second, then, “I’m sorry, we are not open for business until nightfall.”

“Is Fernando there?”

“Yes, that’s right. Nightfall.”

“I need to talk to the Traveler, Thomas. I’m asking this on police business, not as Jean-Claude’s human servant. We’ve got some vampires in trouble, and I think he can help.”

“Yes, we do take reservations,” he said.

I gave him the number of Dolph’s car phone. “We don’t have a lot of time, Thomas. If he won’t help me, I’ve got to go in with cops and firemen on my own.”

“I look forward to seeing you tonight.” He hung up.

Life would be so much easier if Fernando were dead. Besides, I’d promised Sylvie we’d kill him. I always tried to keep my promises.

Dolph was leaning in the door wanting to know what was taking so long, when the phone rang. I looked at him. He nodded and moved away. I picked up.

“Yes.”

“I am told you needed to speak with me.”

I wondered whose lips he was using, whose body. “Thank you for calling me back, Traveler.” A little politeness couldn’t hurt.

“Thomas was surprisingly eloquent on your behalf. What do you wish of me?”

I explained as briefly as possible.

“And what do you wish me to do about this problem of yours?”

“You can stop taking energy through them. That would help.”

“Then I must feed on live humans. Is there someone you would offer in their place for each of us?”

“No, no offers, no bargains. This is police business, Traveler. I’m speaking with the authority of human law behind me, not Jean-Claude.”

“What is human law to me? To us?”

“If we go down there and they attack us, I’ll end up killing some of them. They may kill policemen, firemen. That’s bad publicity with Brewster’s Law to be decided this fall. The council has stopped all vampires in this country from fighting amongst themselves until the law is finalized. Surely slaughtering policemen is forbidden, too?”

“It is,” he said. His voice was so careful. He gave me nothing. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or amused or gave a damn either way.

“I’m asking you to help me save the lives of your vampires.”

“They belong to this Church of yours. They are not mine,” he said.

“But the council is the overall leadership of the vampires, right?”

“We are their ultimate law.”

I didn’t like the phrasing, but I plowed ahead. “You could find out case by case if the vampires were alive or dead in the burned-out buildings. You could keep the vamps from rising early and attacking us here.”

“I think you overestimate my powers, Anita.”

“I don’t think so,” I said.

“If Jean-Claude will supply us with…food, I will be more than happy to cease borrowing from the others.”

“No, you get nothing for this, Traveler.”

“If you give