Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 6-10 - Laurell K. Hamilton [488]
“Open the fuck up, Blake.”
I didn’t pick up my gun, I picked up the telephone. I didn’t call a lawyer. Carl Belisarius was good, but not good enough to help me stop a bullet. I called Dolph. What I wanted was another witness that couldn’t be shot. A cop in another state seemed a good bet.
The phone was near my pillow. The pillow had the Browning under it, but if I had to go for the gun, I was dead.
Dolph answered with “Storr.”
“It’s Anita. Wilkes and his deputies are about to break down my door.”
“Why?”
“Don’t know yet.”
“I’m putting a call through on the other line for the state cops there.”
“Why? Because the cops broke down my door when I didn’t open it?”
“If you don’t want help, why are you calling, Anita?”
“I want to be on the phone to another cop when they come through the door.”
I could hear Dolph breathe for a second or two, then, “Don’t have your gun in your hand. Don’t give them an excuse.”
And the door burst open. Maiden was first through the door. He cleared the door going low. The tall deputy with the scar took high. They both trained guns on me. Maiden’s big forty-five looked right at home in his big hands.
I just stood there, one hand clutching the white sheet to my chest, the phone in my other hand. I was very careful not to move. I stood frozen with my heart beating so hard it filled my throat like air.
Dolph’s voice was in my ear: “Anita?”
“I’m here, Sergeant Storr.” I didn’t yell it, but I made sure my voice carried.
Sheriff Wilkes came in behind his deputies. His gun was holstered. “Put down the phone, Blake.”
“Why, Sheriff Wilkes, fancy meeting you in Richard’s cabin on such a lovely morning.”
He strode across the room to me. He yanked the phone from my hand, and I didn’t fight him. I didn’t think he was here to kill anyone, but he was here to hurt. I was going to try very hard not to give him an excuse to do it. Whatever he did today, I wouldn’t make it easier for him.
He put the phone to his ear just long enough to hear Dolph, then hung it up. “A phone call won’t save you this time, Blake.”
I looked up at him and gave him big brown eyes. I did everything but flutter my lashes at him. “Do I need saving, Sheriff Wilkes?”
The phone rang. We stood there, letting it ring. Seven rings and Wilkes picked it up and hung it up again without putting it to his ear. He was so angry, he was shaking. A fine tremor ran through his hands, his arms. His face was flushed with the effort not to do something violent or regrettable.
I stood there as neutral as I could manage. Looking as harmless as I could manage. With my long hair tousled from sleep, wearing nothing but a sheet, it wasn’t hard to look harmless.
The bathroom door opened, and Richard just stood there in nothing but a towel. Guns turned and pointed at him. He froze in the doorway with steam curling around him, spilling out into the room like clouds.
There was a lot of screaming. Cops yelling, “Hands up! Get on the floor!” Richard laced his fingers on top of his head and took it all pretty calmly. He’d heard them. He’d stepped out of the shower, knowing they were out here. He could have gone out the window, but he hadn’t.
Of course, if they really thought we were dangerous, they’d have gone in after him. But they’d let him come out to us. They weren’t treating us like criminals. They were acting like the criminals.
Richard was on his stomach with Maiden’s gun pressed to his back. Handcuffs went on. The scarred deputy pulled him to his knees, using his long, wet hair. The towel stayed on. Tough towel.
The phone rang. It rang three times. Each one seemed louder than the last. Wilkes grabbed the entire phone and jerked it out of the wall. He threw it against the far wall, where it lay silenced. He stared down at me, breathing so hard it looked painful.
He spoke very carefully, as if afraid to yell, afraid that if he lost control of even his voice, it would be over.