Obsidian Butterfly - Laurell K. Hamilton [150]
He looked at me, and his eyes softened. “Okay.” That was male shorthand for apology and apology accepted. Though truthfully if one of the parties involved hadn’t been female, the shorthand would have been shorter.
I stepped away from both of them and changed the subject. “Amazing how many bad guys and monsters will talk to me and not the police.”
He nodded, face still serious. “Amazing. That’s one word for it.” The look he gave me was so studied, so searching, that I wondered if he’d been checking me out as well as Baco.
I didn’t ask. I didn’t really want to know. But he was right about Baco. If he was what people said, then he wouldn’t want the police anywhere near his home or his work area. They were not kidding about the automatic death penalty. The last execution in this country of a spell caster had been two months ago. It had been in California, which is not a death penalty state for any other crime.
They’d tried and convicted a sorcerer, or would that be sorceress, of trafficking with the demonic. She’d used a demon to kill her sister so she’d inherit the parents’ estate. They suspected she’d also killed her parents, but they couldn’t prove that. And who cared? They could only kill her once. I’d read some of the trial transcript. She’d been guilty. I had no doubt on that point. But it had been three months from arrest, to conviction, to the carrying out of the sentence. It was unheard of in the American justice system. Hell, it usually takes longer than that to get a hearing date, let alone a full-blown trial. But even California had learned its lesson a few years back. They’d arrested a sorcerer for very similar crimes. They’d tried to give the sorcerer the usual wait for a trial because some congressman or other was arguing that the death penalty shouldn’t be allowed even in cases of magical assassination.
That sorcerer had called a greater demon in his cell. It killed every guard on the cellblock, and some of the prisoners. He’d finally been tracked down with the help of a coven of white wiccans. The death total had been forty-two, forty-three, something like that. He was killed during the capture attempt. He took thirty slugs, which meant people had emptied their clips into his body once it went down. For none of the police to get caught in the crossfire, they must have been standing over him, pointing down. Overkill, you bet, but I didn’t blame them. They never did find all the body parts of the guards at the prison.
New Mexico was a death penalty state. I was betting that they would be able to beat California’s three months turn-around from arrest to completion of sentence. I mean, after all, in this state they might actually put you to death for a good old-fashioned murder. Add magic to it, and they’d be scattering your ashes to the wind faster than you could say Beelzebub.
The actual method of execution is the same for everyone. America does not allow burning at the stake for any crime. But after you’re dead, they burn the body to ash if you were convicted of a crime involving magic. Then they scatter the ashes, usually into running water. Very traditional.
There are parts of Europe where it’s still legal to burn a “witch” at the stake. There’s more than one reason that I don’t travel outside the country much.
“Anita, are you still with us?” Ramirez asked.
I blinked. “Sorry, just thinking about the last execution in California. I don’t blame Baco for being worried.”
Ramirez shook his head. “Me, either. Be very careful. These are bad people.”
“Anita knows about bad people,” Bernardo said.
The two men looked at each other, and again I got that hint that Ramirez didn’t like him. Bernardo seemed to be teasing him. Did they know each other?
I decided to ask. “Do you guys know each other?”
They both shook their heads. “Why?” Bernardo asked.
“You guys seem to have some sort of personal shit going on.”
Bernardo smiled then, and Ramirez looked uncomfortable. “It’s not personal with me,” Bernardo said.
Rigby turned away, coughing. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have said he was covering a laugh.
Ramirez