Micah - Laurell K. Hamilton [17]
I called the number I had for Fox. No emotional problems, just business. What a relief.
“You have everything in the file that you need to raise Rose from the dead, Marshal Blake,” Fox said.
I’d figured he’d say that, but . . . “Just tell me this. Fox, how hot was Emmett Leroy Rose?”
“What do you mean, ‘hot’?” he asked, but his tone said he knew.
“How important a witness was he?”
“He died of natural causes, Blake. He wasn’t murdered. There wasn’t a contract out on him. We just caught him doing something bad. So bad, he didn’t want to go to jail over it. So he gave us more important people. Or was going to.”
“Did he have a bad heart?”
“No, if he had, we’d have had a court reporter in to take down his testimony, just in case. We found out later that his father had died of an unexpected heart attack at almost the same age.”
“You see, Fox, if you’d known that, you might have gotten his testimony down sooner, right?”
He was quiet a second, then said, “Maybe.”
“Is anything you haven’t included in this file going to bite me on the ass later? Like a father who died of a sudden heart attack.”
He made a sound that might have been a laugh. “It’s a good point, Marshal Blake, but no, there’s nothing we left out that will impact you or your work.”
“Have you ever seen someone raise the dead, Special Agent Fox?”
He was quiet again. Then, “Yes.” Just that one word.
I waited for him to say more, but he didn’t. “So you’re happy with the information I’ve got.”
“Yes,” he said again, and there was a tone that said this conversation was about over. “Why do I think that if I’d called you in first instead of Kirkland, you’d have been a much bigger pain in the ass?”
That made me laugh. “Oh, yes,” I said. “I’m a much bigger pain in the ass than Larry.”
“How’s his wife doing?”
“I’m going to call them when I get off the phone with you.”
“Give him my best.” He hung up.
I sighed and hung up my end. Then I went for my cell phone in the front of the briefcase. I turned it on, and there was a message. I pushed buttons until the phone gave up the message. Larry’s voice: “Anita, it’s Larry. They’ve got the labor stopped. They’re going to keep her overnight, just to be safe, but it looks good. Thanks for taking the run to Philadelphia. Thanks for everything.” Then he laughed. “How do you like the file? Real informative, isn’t it?” He laughed again, then hung up.
I sat down on the couch sort of suddenly. I don’t think I’d realized how worried I was until it was all right. I didn’t even like Tammy much, but Larry was my friend and it would have broken his heart.
Micah was standing in front of me. I looked up. “Tammy and the baby are going to be fine. He must have called while we were in the air.”
Micah smiled and touched my face. “You’re pale. You were really worried about it, weren’t you?”
I nodded.
“Were you hiding it from me or didn’t you know either?”
I gave him a smile that was a bit too wry to be happy. “Stop knowing me so well, dammit.”
“Better than you know yourself, sometimes,” he said softly. And that was a little too close to the truth.
CHAPTER
6
Room service came with a knock and a polite voice. Micah got to the door before I did, but he didn’t just open it. Some people in my life I’ve had to teach caution to, but Micah had come with it as part of the standard boyfriend package.
He checked the peephole, then looked at me. “Room service.” But he didn’t open the door. I watched him take a very deep breath, scenting the air. “Smells like room service.”
My hand eased back from the gun under my arm. I hadn’t even realized my hand was on it until that moment. His scenting at the door had made me think, just for a second, that something was wrong, not that he was simply scenting the air because it smelled good.
He put his sunglasses on before he opened