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I sat up much slower than last time. The room only tilted the tiniest bit, before settling into an upright position. I took a deep breath, and it hurt. I put a hand to my throat. It hurt to touch the skin.

“Who gave you those awful bruises?” Gaynor asked.

Lie or truth? Partial lie. “I was helping the police catch a bad guy. He got a little out of hand.”

“What happened to this bad guy?” Bruno asked.

“He’s dead now,” I said.

Something flickered across Bruno’s face. Too quick to read. Respect maybe. Naw.

“You know why I’ve had you brought here, don’t you?”

“To raise a zombie for you,” I said.

“To raise a very old zombie for me, yes.”

“I’ve refused your offer twice. What makes you think I’ll change my mind?”

He smiled, such a jolly old elf. “Why, Ms. Blake, I’ll have Bruno and Tommy persuade you of the error of your ways. I still plan on giving you a million dollars to raise this zombie. The price hasn’t changed.”

“Tommy offered me a million five last time,” I said.

“That was if you came voluntarily. We can’t pay full price when you force us to take such chances.”

“Like a federal prison term for kidnapping,” I said.

“Exactly. Your stubbornness has cost you five hundred thousand dollars. Was it really worth that?”

“I won’t kill another human being just so you can go looking for lost treasure.”

“Little Wanda has been bearing tales.”

“I was just guessing, Gaynor. I read a file on you and it mentioned your obsession with your father’s family.” It was an outright lie. Only Wanda had known that.

“I’m afraid it’s too late. I know Wanda talked to you. She’s confessed everything.”

Confessed? I stared at him, trying to read his blankly good-humored face. “What do you mean, confessed?”

“I mean I gave her to Tommy for questioning. He’s not the artist that Cicely is, but he does leave more behind. I didn’t want to kill my little Wanda.”

“Where is she now?”

“Do you care what happens to a whore?” His eyes were bright and birdlike as he stared at me. He was judging me, my reactions.

“She doesn’t mean anything to me,” I said. I hoped my face was as bland as my words. Right now they weren’t going to kill her. If they thought they could use her to hurt me, they might.

“Are you sure?”

“Listen, I haven’t been sleeping with her. She’s just a chippie with a very bent angle.”

He smiled at that. “What can we do to convince you to raise this zombie for me?”

“I will not commit murder for you, Gaynor. I don’t like you that much,” I said.

He sighed. His apple-cheeked face looked like a sad Kewpie doll. “You are going to make this difficult, aren’t you, Ms. Blake?”

“I don’t know how to make it easy,” I said. I put my back to the cracked wooden headboard of the bed. I was comfortable enough, but I still felt a little fuzzy around the edges. But it was as good as it was going to get for a while. It beat the hell out of being unconscious.

“We have not really hurt you yet,” Gaynor said. “The reaction of the Thorazine with whatever other medication you had in you was accidental. We did not harm you on purpose.”

I could argue with that, but I decided not to. “So where do we go from here?”

“We have both your guns,” Gaynor said. “Without a weapon you are a small woman in the care of big, strong men.”

I smiled then. “I’m used to being the smallest kid on the block, Harry.”

He looked pained. “Harold or Gaynor, never Harry.”

I shrugged. “Fine.”

“You are not in the least intimidated that we have you completely at our mercy?”

“I could argue that point.”

He glanced up at Bruno. “Such confidence, where does she get it?”

Bruno didn’t say anything. He just stared at me with those empty doll eyes. Bodyguard eyes, watchful, suspicious, and blank all at the same time.

“Show her we mean business, Bruno.”

Bruno smiled, a slow spreading of lips that left his eyes dead as a shark’s. He loosened his shoulders, and did a few stretching exercises against the wall. His eyes never left me.

“I take it, I’m going to be the punching bag?” I