Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 6-10 - Laurell K. Hamilton [576]
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SAINT LUCIA HOSPITAL was big and one of the few buildings of any size in Albuquerque that I’d seen that didn’t have a southwest theme to it. It was just big and blocky, a generic hospital. Maybe they didn’t expect the tourists to see the hospital. Lucky tourists.
As hospitals go, it was nice, but it was still a hospital. A place I only go when things have gone wrong. The only up side this time was that it wasn’t me or anyone I knew in the rooms.
We were in a long pale corridor with lots of closed doors, but there was a uniformed police officer in front of one of them. Call it a hunch, but I figured that was our room.
Edward walked up to the policeman and introduced himself. He was at his good ol’ boy best, harmless and jovial, in a subdued hospital sort of way. They knew each other on sight which should have sped things up considerably.
The uniform looked past Edward to me. He looked young, but his eyes were cool and gray, cop eyes. You have to be on the job a while before your eyes go empty. But he looked at me too long and too intently. You could almost feel the testosterone rising to the surface. The challenging look said that either he was insecure in his own masculinity, his own copness, or that he hadn’t been on the job all that long. Not a rookie, but not much beyond it either.
If he expected me to squirm under the scrutiny, he was going to be disappointed. I faced him, smiling, calm, eyes blank and close to bored. Passing inspection had never been my favorite thing.
He blinked first. “The lieutenant is inside. He wants to see her before she goes inside.”
“Why?” Edward asked, voice still likable.
The officer shrugged. “I’m just following orders, Mr. Forrester. I don’t question my lieutenant. Wait here.” He opened the door and slipped inside without giving much of a glimpse inside. He shut the door behind him, not waiting for the weight and hinges to do it for him.
Edward was frowning. “I don’t know what’s going on.”
“I do,” I said.
He looked at me, raising an eyebrow, as if to say, go ahead.
“I’m a girl and technically a civilian. A lot of cops don’t trust me to do the job.”
“I vouched for you.”
“Gee, Ed. . . Ted, I guess your opinion doesn’t carry as much weight as you thought it did.”
He was still frowning at me with Edward’s eyes when the door swung open. I was watching his face as he transformed into Ted. The eyes sparkled, the lips curved, the entire set of his face remade itself, as if it were a mask. His own personality vanished like magic. Watching the show this up close and personal made me shiver just a bit. The ease with which he switched back and forth was just plain creepy.
The man in the doorway was short, not many inches above me, maybe five foot six at best. I wondered if their police force didn’t have a height requirement. His hair was a golden sun-streaked blond cut very short and close to his square-jawed face. He was tanned a nice soft gold, as if it were as dark a tan as his pale skin were capable of. First Donna, now the lieutenant. Didn’t anyone sweat skin cancer here? He looked at me with green-gold eyes, the color of new spring leaves. They were beautiful eyes with long golden lashes and softened his face to an almost feminine appearance. Only the masculine jut of the jaw saved him from being one of those men who is beautiful instead of handsome. The jaw both ruined his face and saved it from perfection.
The eyes may have been lovely, but they weren’t friendly. It wasn’t even the coolness of cop eyes. It was hostile. Since I’d never met him before, it had to be the fact that I was a woman, a civilian, and/or an animator. He was either a chauvinist or superstitious. I wasn’t sure which I preferred.
He let me have a nice long dose of glaring. I just gave a blank face, waiting for him to get tired of it. I could stand there all day and be peacefully blank. Standing in a nice safe hospital corridor wasn’t even close to the worst thing I’d