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“Shut up!” I screamed it at her. She stopped, her face thinning with anger. Enzo took two steps into the altar area. “Don’t.” I wasn’t even sure who I was saying it to. “I need to hear from him, not from you.”

The anger was still in her face. Enzo loomed like an avalanche about to be unleashed. Dominga gave one sharp nod. “Ask him then, chica.”

“Manny, is she telling the truth? Did you perform human sacrifices?” My voice sounded so normal. It shouldn’t have. My stomach was so tight, it hurt. I wasn’t afraid anymore, or at least not of Dominga. The truth; I was afraid of the truth.

He looked up. His hair fell across his face framing his eyes. A lot of pain in those eyes. Almost flinching.

“It’s the truth, isn’t it?” My skin felt cold. “Answer me, dammit.” My voice still sounded ordinary, calm.

“Yes,” he said.

“Yes, you committed human sacrifice?”

He glared at me now, anger helping him meet my eyes. “Yes, yes!”

It was my turn to look away. “God, Manny, how could you?” My voice was soft now, not ordinary. If I didn’t know better, I’d say it sounded like I was on the verge of tears.

“It was nearly twenty years ago, Anita. I was vaudun and a necromancer. I believed. I loved the Señora. Thought I did.”

I stared up at him. The look on his face made my throat tight. “Manny, dammit.”

He didn’t say anything. He just stood there looking miserable. And I couldn’t reconcile the two images. Manny Rodriguez and someone who would slaughter the hornless goat in a ritual. He had taught me right from wrong in this business. He had refused to do so many things. Things not half as bad as this. It made no sense.

I shook my head. “I can’t deal with this right now.” I heard myself say it out loud, and hadn’t really meant to. “Fine, you’ve dropped your little bombshell, Señora Salvador. You said you’d help us, if I passed your test. Did I pass?” When in doubt, concentrate on one disaster at a time.

“I wanted to offer you a chance to help me with my new business venture.”

“We both know I’m not going to do that,” I said.

“It is a pity, Anita. With training you could rival my powers.”

Be just like her when I grew up. No thanks. “Thanks anyway, but I’m happy where I am.”

Her eyes flicked to Manny, back to me. “Happy?”

“Manny and I will deal with it, Señora. Now will you help me?”

“If I help you without you helping me in some way, you will owe me a favor.”

I didn’t want to owe her a favor. “I would rather just trade information.”

“What could you possibly know that would be worth all the effort I will expend hunting for your killer zombie?”

I thought about that for a moment. “I know that legislation is being written right now, about zombies. Zombies are going to have rights, and laws protecting them soon.” I hoped it was soon. No need to tell her how early in the process the legislation was.

“So, I must sell a few nonrotting zombies soon, before it becomes illegal.”

“I wouldn’t think illegal would bother you much. Human sacrifice is illegal, too.”

She gave a tiny smile. “I do not do such things anymore, Anita. I have given up my wicked ways.”

I didn’t believe that, and she knew I didn’t believe it. Her smile widened. “When Manuel left, I stopped such evil practices. Without his urgings, I became a respectable bokar.”

She was lying, but I couldn’t prove it. And she knew that, too. “I gave you valuable information. Now will you help me?”

She nodded graciously. “I will search among my followers to see if any knows of your killer zombie.” I had the sense that she was quietly laughing at me.

“Manny, will she help us?”

“If the Señora says she will do a thing, it will be done. She is good that way.”

“I will find your killer if it has anything to do with vaudun,” she said.

“Great.” I didn’t say thank you, because it seemed wrong. I wanted to call her a bitch and shoot her between the eyes, but then I would have had to shoot Enzo, too. And how would I explain that to the police? She was breaking no laws. Dammit.

“I don’t suppose appealing to your better nature