Burnt Offerings - Laurell K. Hamilton [18]
“The fact that I play with monsters is what makes me valuable to you, Dolph. If I played it straight, I wouldn’t be as good helping you solve preternatural crimes.”
“Yeah, sometimes I wonder if I’d left you alone, not gotten you to consult with us, if you’d be…softer.”
I frowned at him. “Are you saying you blame yourself for what I’ve become?” I tried to laugh it off, but his face stopped me.
“How often did you go to the monsters on one of my cases? How often did you have to make bargains with them to help put away a bad guy? If I’d left you alone…”
I stood up. I reached out to him, then let my hand fall back without touching him. “I’m not your daughter, Dolph. You’re not my keeper. I help the police because I like it. I’m good at it. And who else you gonna call?”
He nodded. “Yeah, who else? The shifters outside can come in and…visit the patients.”
“Thanks, Dolph.”
He took in a long breath and let it out in a big rush of air. “I saw the window that your friend Stephen got shoved through. If he’d been human, he’d be dead. It’s just luck that no civilians were killed.”
I shook my head. “I think Zane was being careful of the humans, at least. With the strength he has, it would have been easier to kill than to maim.”
“Why would he have cared?”
“Because he’s in jail, and he gets a bail hearing.”
“They won’t let him out,” Dolph said.
“He didn’t kill anyone, Dolph. Since when haven’t you seen someone not get bail for assault and battery?”
“You think like a cop, Anita. It’s what makes you good.”
“I think like a cop and like a monster. That’s what makes me good.”
He nodded, closed his notebook and slipped it into an inner pocket of his jacket. “Yeah, that’s what makes you good.” He left without another word. He sent in the three werewolves and closed the door.
Kevin was tall, dark, scruffy and smelled like cigarettes. Lorraine was neat and prim like a second-grade schoolteacher. She smelled of White Linen perfume and blinked nervously at me. Teddy, his preference not mine, weighed around three hundred pounds, most of it muscle. He’d buzzed his hair down to a fine dark prickle, and his head looked too small for his massive body. The men looked scary, but it was Lorraine’s handshake that left power vibrating down my skin. She looked like a scared rabbit and had enough power to be the big bad wolf.
Within twenty minutes I was free to leave. The mismatched trio of werewolves had divided the shifts so that one of them would be with the boys at all times. Did I trust the new wolves to guard them? Yeah. Because if they abandoned their posts and let Stephen get killed, I really would kill them. If they tried their best and were simply not strong enough, fine, but if they just gave up…I’d given Stephen, and now, Nathaniel, my protection. I wasn’t kidding. I made sure that all of them knew that.
Kevin said it best, “If Sylvie shows up, we’ll send her to you.”
“You do that.”
He shook his head, playing with an unlit cigarette. I’d told him he couldn’t smoke it, but even touching it seemed to comfort him. “You’ve pissed in her pond. I hope you can clean it up.”
I smiled. “Eloquent, Kevin, very eloquent.”
“Eloquent or not, Sylvie is going to bust your ass if she can.”
The smile widened. I couldn’t help it. “Let me worry about my own ass. My job is to keep your ass out of the sling, not mine.”
The three werewolves looked at me. There was something on all their faces, almost the same expression, but I couldn’t read it. “Being lupa is more than just fighting for dominance,” said Lorraine in a small voice.
“I know that,” I said.
“Do you?” she asked, and there was something childlike in the question.
“I think so.”
“You kill us if we fail you,” Kevin said, “but will you die for us? Will you risk the same price you ask us to pay?”
I liked Kevin better when he wasn’t being eloquent. I stared at these three strangers. People I’d just met. Would I risk my life for them? Could I ask them to risk their lives for me if I wasn’t willing to return the favor?
I looked at them, really looked at them.