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EPILOGUE

MARKS TRIED TO PRESS assault charges, but Bernardo and I said we didn’t know what he was talking about. Doctor Evans said that his injuries were inconsistent with being hit by a person. It wouldn’t have worked except that Marks was in the doghouse about how he’d handled the case. He was in on the press conference where the public was assured that the danger was over, but Ramirez was standing up there beside him, along with Agent Bradford. And me. They put Ted and Bernardo up there, too. We didn’t get to answer questions, but we got our picture in the papers. I’d have rather not, but I knew it would please Bert, my boss, and they did print it in several national papers that I was Anita Blake of Animators, Inc. Bert loved it.

Edward caught a secondary infection from something that had been smeared on the stake. He took a relapse, and I stayed. Donna and I took turns sitting by his bed. Sitting by Becca’s bed. It got to the point where the little girl cried when I left.

Peter spent a lot of time playing games with her, trying to get her to smile. But his eyes had that hollow look you get when you’re not sleeping well. He wouldn’t talk to me or Donna. The only thing he’d admitted to her was the beating. He hadn’t told her about the rape. I didn’t betray his secret. First, I wasn’t sure she could handle another shock. Second, it wasn’t my secret to tell. Donna actually rose to the occasion. She was like this incredible pillar of strength for the kids, for Ted, even though he couldn’t hear her talking to him. She never once turned to me in tears. It was like this new person had risen from the ashes of the person I’d first met. It saved me having to hurt her.

Ten days after the accident, Edward was awake and talking. Out of danger. I could finally go home. When I told them I was finally going home, Donna hugged me tight and cried and said, “You have to tell the kids good-bye.”

I assured her I would, and she left us alone, to say our good-byes.

I pulled the chair up to the bedside and studied his face. He was still pale, but he looked like Edward again. That cold bleakness was back in his eyes when no one but me was looking.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“It couldn’t just be because you nearly died,” I said.

“No,” he said.

I smiled, but he didn’t smile back.

“Bernardo came to see me, but Olaf never did,” he said.

I realized then what he thought I’d waited around to tell him. “You think I killed Olaf, and I’ve been waiting for you to get healthy enough to give you the same choice you gave me after Harley died.” I laughed. “Sweet Jesus, Edward.”

“You didn’t kill him.” I watched him relax against his pillows, visibly relieved.

“No, I didn’t kill him.”

He managed a faint smile. “It wouldn’t have been the same choice. But if you’d killed Olaf, you wouldn’t have wanted to owe me another favor.”

“You were afraid I’d press the point, make it the gunfight at the OK Corral?”

“Yes,” he said.

“I thought you wanted to see which of us was better.”

“I thought I was dying on the stairs. All I could think of was that Peter and Becca were going to die in there with me. Bernardo and Olaf were there, but you’d gone up the stairs and hadn’t come back. When you came back around that corner, I knew you’d get the kids out. I knew you’d risk your life for theirs. Bernardo and Olaf would have tried, but the kids wouldn’t have been their first priority. I knew they would be yours. When I passed out in the cave, I wasn’t worried. I knew you’d see it right.”

“What are you saying, Edward?”

“I’m saying if you had killed Olaf, I’d have given you a pass on it because Peter and Becca mean more to me than that.”

I took Olaf’s letter out of my back pocket and handed it to him. He read it while I watched his face. Nothing moved but his eyes. He had no reaction. “He’s a good man at your back, Anita.”

“You’re not suggesting I date Olaf?”

He almost laughed. “No, fuck no. Stay as far away from him as you can. If he comes to St. Louis, kill him. Don’t wait for him to