Micah - Laurell K. Hamilton [48]
Fox told me, “After you and Micah went to a different hotel, a salesman checked into the room that we’d reserved for Marshal Kirkland. The salesman was shot in his room. Then the killer put a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door and probably took a plane to a different country. A very clean, very professional hit. Micah wanting a romantic weekend may have saved your lives.”
Micah kept stroking my hand, and Nathaniel kept holding on, as if there was more to come.
“Salvia must have gotten the shock of his life when he got word that Marshal Anita Blake was coming to raise the zombie. He scrambled around and hired a not-so-clean, not-so-professional hit.”
“But it almost worked,” Micah said.
“I finally remembered where I knew Salvia’s name from,” I said. “He’s a lawyer for some old-fashioned mob, real hard-core Italian.”
Fox nodded.
“If I understood what Salvia and Rose were arguing about, then Georgie is the son of the head of that family. He’s a pedophile, and Salvia and others had helped cover it up.”
“Yes.”
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Fox, didn’t you think the son’s family would try to stop the testimony?”
“Old-fashioned mob does not attack federal officers. It’s bad for business,” Fox said.
“Old-fashioned is the operative phrase here, Fox. If what’s left of the Italian mob found out one of their own had hidden a violent pedophile, even his own son, the Feds would be the least of Georgie boy’s family’s worries. The other mobsters would clean house on their own long before subpoenas and trial dates caught up with them.”
“In retrospect, you’re right,” he said.
“In retrospect, you could have gotten Anita killed,” Micah said.
Fox took in a lot of air and let it out slow. “You’re right, Micah. I almost fucked up your life again.”
I frowned at them both. “What are you guys talking about now?”
“When Micah was in a bed like you are now, I told him that I had wanted to put out an alert two days before he and his uncle and cousin went hunting. I wanted to put out an alert to keep the hunters out of the woods, but I wasn’t the agent in charge. Hell, I was just the Indian who got lucky, because some of the first kills were on Indian land. I was outvoted, and I liked my career more than I liked the idea of saving lives. I told Micah that I owed him for that.” Fox looked at all of us. “And now I owe him again, because we should have taken more precautions for your safety.”
I looked at him. “I didn’t think the FBI was allowed to admit they were wrong.”
He smiled, but not like he was entirely happy. “If you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.”
I raised Micah’s hand to my lips and kissed him. It took some of the anger out of his face. I kissed Nathaniel’s hand too, and held them close. “I’m just glad to be alive, Agent Fox.”
He nodded. “I’m glad, too.” Then he headed for the door.
When the door closed behind him, Micah let out a breath I hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Every time I see that man, something bad happens in my life.”
I tugged on his hand so he’d look at me. “What happened to the zombie?”
He gave a frown that showed even around the sunglasses. “I know Salvia tried to kill you, but you ask first about the zombie?”
“Salvia’s dead,” I said.
He nodded. “I thought you were unconscious by then.”
“I was, but once I wasn’t there to help with the zombie, it tore him apart, right?”
“Yes,” he said.
“He deserved to die,” Nathaniel said, and there was a look in his face, so fierce, so pitiless, that it almost scared me. I’d seen a lot of looks on his face, but never one so cold.
“They shot the zombie, they cut at him, but he tore Salvia up.”
“Did they get the shooter?”
“They got him,” Micah said. “He’s dead, too.”
“Did they get Rose’s testimony?” I asked.
He lowered his glasses enough to give me the full force of his chartreuse eyes. The look was eloquent. Nathaniel laughed.
Micah looked from one to the other of us, then finally back at me. “Do you seriously think that