Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 6-10 - Laurell K. Hamilton [388]
Sheriff Wilkes was about five foot eight, and he was wearing a pale blue Smokey the Bear hat and a matching uniform. He looked trim and in shape like he worked out and took it seriously. The gun at his side was a ten mil Beretta. It was holstered. The day was looking up.
He stared at me with eyes a dark, solid, trustworthy brown. He took the hat off and wiped sweat from his forehead. His hair was a pale salt and pepper and made me put his age at over forty. “Anita Blake, I’ve heard of you. What are you doing in our town?”
I spat another mouthful of blood into the grass and managed to stand more than sag between Shang-Da and Jason. Truth was, I could have stood on my own. But all the bad guys were on the ground. Even the one that had kicked me was down for the count. Shang-Da must have stepped in after I went down. I knew Jason couldn’t have taken the tall man.
“I came to see a friend in your jail—Richard Zeeman.”
“Friend?” he made it a question.
“Yeah, friend.”
There were two deputies behind Wilkes. They were both over six feet tall. One of them had a scar that went from eyebrow to jaw on one side. Jagged; more a broken bottle than a knife. The other deputy had a shotgun in his hands. It wasn’t pointed at us, but it was there. Scarface snickered at me. The one with the shotgun just stared with eyes as empty and pitiless as a doll’s.
Maiden was standing behind the others, hands in front, one hand clasping his opposite wrist. His face was blank, but there was an edge around his mouth that said he was trying not to smile.
“We’ve got to run you all in for assault,” Wilkes said.
“Great,” I said, “I can’t wait to press charges.”
He looked at me, his eyes just a touch wide. “You’re the only ones standing, Ms. Blake. I don’t think you have grounds to press charges.”
I leaned a little heavier against Jason. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of my mouth. I could feel my eye already starting to swell. I’ve always been a bleeder if you hit me in the face. I knew I looked pitiful. “They attacked us, and we were forced to defend ourselves.” I let my knees slide out from under me. Shang-Da caught me and lifted me easily in his arms. I closed my eyes and curled against his chest.
“Shit,” Wilkes said.
“Look at that poor little girl, Billy Wilkes,” Millie said. “You going to take her before Judge Henry. What do you think he’s going to do to the rest of these hooligans? He’s got a daughter about her age.”
“Shit,” Wilkes said again with more force. “Let’s get everybody down to the hospital. We’ll sort it out there.”
“Ambulance is on its way,” Maiden said.
“One won’t be enough,” Wilkes said.
Maiden laughed low and deep. “There aren’t enough ambulances in the county for this many bodies.”
“There would have been enough for three,” Wilkes said.
I tensed in Shang-Da’s arms. He tightened around me, one hand pressed against the side of my head firmly enough that raising up would have hurt my face. I let the breath ease out of my body and concentrated on being still, but I’d remember what Wilkes had said. We’d see who got the ambulance ride next time.
8
IT TOOK ONE ambulance, one pickup truck, two squad cars, Santa’s sleigh, and me riding in the van for everyone to get to the hospital. Okay, not Santa’s sleigh, but we did look like a parade. Nearly six hours later, we were back in Myerton in the only interrogation room they had. I’d been the only one of the injured that got to leave the hospital.
The guy that Jason had thrown into the truck might have permanent spine damage. They’d know when the swelling went down. Two of the three that Shang-Da had knocked unconscious had regained consciousness. They had concussions but would recover. The third was still out for the count, and the doctors were talking about swelling of the brain and skull fractures. Shang-Da