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“But that’s not what he said out loud. Out loud it’s going to make him seem inspired.”

“He’s done shit like this before, I take it.”

Ramirez nodded. “He’s a very good politician, and when he’s not on his right-wing high horse, he’s a good detective.”

“Fine. You mentioned that I wasn’t allowed on the murder scene either. What gives there?”

“Well, we all thought you were still out of the game, but he got Ted and company excluded by getting the powers that be to agree that Ted hadn’t been a big help on the case, and that without you, his newest expert, Ted wasn’t necessary on the murder scene.”

“Oh, I bet Ted’s going to love that.”

Ramirez nodded. “He was very . . . unprofessional, or unlike himself when we searched Riker’s place. I’ve never seen Ted so . . .” Ramirez shook his head. “I don’t know, he just seemed different, close to the edge.”

Edward had let a little of his real self peek out where the police could see. He had to be under immense pressure to be screwing up like that, or he thought that it was necessary. Either way, things were bad when Ted started losing focus and Edward’s real self came through, accident or on purpose.

The door opened, no knock. It was Edward.

“Speak of the devil,” I said.

His Edward face had been on, and I watched it move like liquid into Ted, smiling, but still weary around the eyes. “Detective Ramirez, I didn’t know you were here.”

They shook hands. “I was just filling Anita in on some of the things she’s missed.”

“You tell her about the search at Riker’s?”

Ramirez nodded.

Edward hefted a gym bag. “Clothes.”

“You didn’t have time to drive from your house to here since the nurse called.”

“I packed the bag the night you went in the hospital. I’ve been riding around with it in my Hummer ever since.”

We looked at each other, and there was a weight of things unsaid and unsayable in front of company. Maybe it showed, or maybe Ramirez just felt it. “I’ll leave you two alone. You probably have things to talk about. Mystery informants and things like that.” He went for the door.

I called after him. “Don’t go far, Hernando. When I’m dressed, we’ll go see Obsidian Butterfly.”

“Only if it’s official, Anita. I go in, and we call for uniform backup.”

It was our turn for solid eye contact and the weight of wills. I blinked first. “Fine, we go in with the cops like good little boys and girls.”

He flashed that warm smile that he could draw from his bag anytime he wanted, or maybe it was real and my cynical nature was showing. “Good, I’ll wait outside.” He hesitated, then walked back and handed the envelope to Edward. He looked at me one more time then walked out.

Edward opened the envelope and looked inside. “What is this?”

“The link, I think.” I explained what Ramirez and I had been discussing, about Riker and why he might be interested in the case on a very personal level.

“That would mean that Obsidian Butterfly lied to us,” he said.

“No, she never lied. She said she knew of no deity or creature that would flay people and keep them alive. They aren’t alive. They’re dead. Technically, it wasn’t a lie.”

Edward smiled. “That is cutting it very thin.”

“She’s a nine hundred, nearly a thousand year old vampire. They tend to cut the truth pretty thin.”

“I hope you like what I picked out for you to wear.”

The way he said it made me start pulling things out of the gym bag. Black jeans, black scoop-neck T-shirt, black jogging socks, black Nikes, a black leather belt, my black suit jacket, the worse for being folded for two days, black bra, black satin panties—Jean-Claude had been a bad influence on my clothing—and under it all was the Browning, the Firestar, all the knives, an extra clip for the Browning, two boxes of ammo, and a new shoulder rig. It was one of the lightweight nylon ones with the holster itself angled for the front carry, downward draw that I favored. I always needed one with a very sharp downward angle to avoid scraping my breast every time I drew the gun. I’d found that the millisecond I lost from the angle was made up for from the second I lost every time