Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 6-10 - Laurell K. Hamilton [510]
His eyes were pleasant and empty like an amused snake. He waved large blunt-fingered hands. Gold rings glittered from every finger. “Ms. Blake, so good of you to come.” He didn’t stand for me, which made me wonder what was in his lap. A sawed-off shotgun, maybe. Or maybe his overly mannered speech was an affectation, and he didn’t know the actions that went with it. Or maybe he didn’t consider me a lady. Maybe.
Shang-Da had moved to one side so that he and Milo were facing each other. I narrowed my focus to Niley and the younger man. He looked benign, like he should have been sitting at one of the other tables, surrounded by normal people doing normal things.
Niley offered me his hand. I took it. His handshake was too quick, barely touching. “This is Howard.”
Howard didn’t offer me his hand, which made me offer my hand to him. His big brown eyes got even bigger. And I realized that Howard was afraid of me. Interesting.
“Howard doesn’t shake hands,” Niley said. “He’s a rather powerful clairvoyant. I’m sure you understand.”
I nodded. “I’ve never met a strong clairvoyant that would willingly touch a stranger. Too much crap to pick up.”
Niley nodded, small head bobbing on his wide shoulders. “Exactly, Ms. Blake, exactly.”
I sat down. Richard slid into the chair beside me.
Niley’s eyes moved from me to Richard. “Well, Mr. Zeeman, we meet at last.”
Richard stared at him from behind dark glasses. “Why did you kill her?”
The abruptness of it made even me wince.
I must have made some movement, because Richard said, “I didn’t come here to play games.”
“Nor did I,” Niley said. “If you will accompany me to the men’s room, I will check you for listening devices. Milo will check your bodyguard.”
“Shang-Da,” Richard said. “His name’s Shang-Da.”
Niley smiled even more broadly. If his smile kept getting wider, soon his face would just split open.
“Of course.”
“Who gets to search me?” I said. “Howard?”
Niley shook his head. “My other associate is running a little late today.” He stood and there was nothing in his lap. Paranoia. “Shall we, Mr. Zeeman? May I call you Richard?”
“No,” Richard said, voice deep and low, as if he wanted to say more.
I touched his arm as he moved past me. I looked up into his face, trying to tell him with a look not to do anything stupid.
Niley took Richard’s other arm, slipping it through his like you’d walk arm and arm with your lover. He patted Richard’s arm. “My, aren’t you a handsome fellow.”
Richard gave me a look as Niley led him away. I’d have given a great deal to see his eyes at that moment. Usually the bad guys make moves on me.
Shang-Da moved back so Milo could come out from behind the table. They moved off together, not touching, the tension between them thick enough to swing on.
I was left with Howard and my back to the door. I changed chairs, sitting where Milo had been, so I could see the entrance. It put me closer to Howard, and he didn’t like that much. I smelled a weak link.
“How good are you?” I asked.
“Good enough to be scared of you,” he said.
I frowned at him. “I’m not one of the bad guys, Howard.”
“I can see your aura,” he said in a voice that I could barely hear above the murmur of voices and silverware.
The waitress came with glasses of water and menus. I assured her the others were coming back to the table, but I wasn’t sure if all of us were ordering. She left with a smile.
I turned back to Howard. “So you can see my aura. So what?”
“I know how powerful you are, Anita. I can feel it.”
“I can’t see your aura, Howard. I can feel a little of your power, but not much. Dazzle me. Show me what you can do.”
“Why?”
“Maybe I’m bored.”
He licked his lips. “Give me something benign. No weapons, nothing magic.”
That sort of cut down on my options. I finally took the cross around my neck off and handed it to him. I pooled the