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My mouth was hanging open. “Dolph, are you telling me to murder him if I get the chance?”

Dolph was quiet again. Finally, he said, “No, not murder, but I am saying don’t let him get the drop on you. You do not want to be at this man’s mercy, Anita. Some of the bodies they’ve found have been tortured. He’s real creative about it.”

“What’s in that file that you haven’t told me about, Dolph?”

“They found one man’s head floating in his pool. There were no marks of a weapon, like the head had been pulled off. They never found the body. It all reads like that, Anita. Not just violent but weird shit.”

“You going to post bail if I nail him and get caught?”

“You get caught, we never had this conversation.”

“Mum’s the word,” I said.

“Watch your back, Anita. Niley doesn’t have any limits. That’s what all this paperwork means. He’s a total fucking sociopath, Anita, and Beck and Hart are the same thing.”

“I’ll be careful, Dolph. I promise.”

“Don’t be careful, be ruthless. I don’t want to be identifying what’s left of your body after he gets through with it.”

“You trying to scare me, Dolph?”

“Yeah,” he said, then he hung up.

I hung the phone up and sat on the bed in the hot, hot room, and I was afraid. I was suddenly more afraid than I had been since we got here. Dolph didn’t spook easily. I’d never heard him like that, not about anything or anybody.

Nathaniel touched my leg. “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head. I couldn’t shake the bad feeling. Dolph, Mr. Law and Order, had encouraged me to kill someone. Unprecedented. The police were telling me to break the law. Too weird. But underneath the wonderment of it was the fear, a fine, trembling sense of unease. Demons. I didn’t like demons. They didn’t give a shit about silver bullets or much of anything else. Richard felt strong in his faith. I envied him that. I was having a crisis of faith right now. I mean, I was sleeping with the undead and had cheated on one lover with another. I also had a few more kills to my credit than the last time I’d been touched by the demonic. I wasn’t feeling particuliarly pure and holy right now. You needed that against demons. You needed surety.

Nathaniel laid his head on my thigh. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I stared down at the naked man with his head in my lap. No, if I ran up against a demon now, my house was made of glass, and nothing throws stones like the demonic. They know just where to hit so that the whole damn thing comes crashing down around your ears. I was really not in the mood to find out how far from grace I’d actually fallen.

38

CHERRY CAME INTO the room. She’d slipped into a pair of jean shorts, and a white midriff tank top. Her small breasts were pressed against the thin material. I was a little too well-endowed to ever dream of going without a bra, but small or not, in that top she needed a bra. I was a prude.

Her short yellow hair was still damp. She stalked into the room on those long legs, managing to look both slutty casual and unnaturally graceful.

Just watching her walk into the room made me want to move Nathaniel’s head out of my lap. Force of will alone kept me from scooting away from him. We weren’t doing anything wrong. But it bothered me.

“Your turn,” Cherry said. “I’ll wait with Nathaniel.”

“Is Zane out yet?”

I caught movement in the hall, and it was Zane. He was wearing jean shorts, too, and nothing else. The ever-present nipple ring was the only thing on his pale, thin chest.

“Don’t you ever take that thing out of your chest?” I asked.

He smiled. “If I take the ring out, the hole will close up and I’ll have to get it pierced all over again. I might get the other nipple pierced, but I don’t want to have to redo the first one.”

“I thought you liked pain,” I said.

He shrugged. “In some situations with naked women, yeah.” He touched the ring, pulling on it until the nipple stretched just a little. “The actual piercing hurt like a son of a bitch.”

I looked at the slender, too-thin chest, especially the part right next to his right arm. There was