"Glad you like it," Rizzo said.
I looked up at him. "Thank you, Officer."
He grunted and moved away from us to lean against the other wall.
"I talked to Ted Forrester, your pet bounty hunter. The gun in your purse is registered to him." Dolph sat back down, blowing on his coffee.
Ted Forrester was one of Edward's aliases. It had stood up to police scrutiny once before when we ended up with bodies on the ground. He was, as far as the police knew, a bounty hunter specializing in preternatural creatures. Most bounty hunters stayed in the Western states where there were still substantial bounties on shapeshifters. Not all of them were particularly careful that the shapeshifter they killed was really a danger to anyone. The only criteria some states had was that after death, the body was medically certified as a lycanthrope. A blood test was sufficient in most cases. Wyoming was thinking of changing its laws because of three wrongful death suits that had made it all the way to their state supreme court.
"I needed a gun small enough to fit in the purse but with stopping power," I said.
"I don't like bounty hunters, Anita. They abuse the law."
I sipped coffee and stayed quiet. If he knew just how much Edward abused the law, he'd have locked him up for a very long time.
"If he's a good enough friend to bail your ass out of this kind of trouble, why haven't you mentioned him before? I didn't know he existed until that last trouble you had with those shapeshifter poachers."
"Poachers," I said and shook my head.
"What's wrong?" Dolph asked.
"Shapeshifters get killed, and its poaching. Normal people get killed, and it's murder."
"You sympathizing with the monsters now, Anita?" he asked. His voice was even quieter, so still you might have mistaken it for calm, but it wasn't. He was pissed.
"You're mad about something other than the body count," I said.
"You're involved with the Master of the City. Is that how you keep getting all that inside info on the monsters?"
I took a deep breath and let it out. "Sometimes."
"You should have told me, Anita."
"Since when is my personal life police business?"
He just looked at me.
I looked down into my coffee mug, staring at my hands. I finally looked back up. It was hard meeting his eyes, harder than I wanted it to be. "What do you want me to say, Dolph? That I find it embarrassing that one of the monsters is my boyfriend? I do."
"Then drop him."
"If it were that easy, trust me, I'd do it."
"How can I trust you to do your job, Anita? You're sleeping with the enemy."
"Why does everyone assume I'm sleeping with him? Doesn't anybody but me date people and not have sex?"
"I apologize for the assumption, but you got to admit a lot of people are going to assume the same thing."
"I know."
The door opened, and Greeley came back inside. His eyes took in the handcuffs being gone, the coffee. "You have a nice chat?"
"How'd your statement to the press go?" Dolph asked.
He shrugged. "I told them Ms. Blake was being questioned in connection with a death on the premises. Told 'em that no vamps were involved. Not sure they believed me. They kept wanting to speak to the Executioner. Though most of them were calling her the Master's girlfriend."
That made me flinch. Even with a career of my own, I was going to end up being Mrs. Jean-Claude in the press. He was more photogenic than I was.
Dolph stood. "I want to take Anita out of here."
Greeley stared at him. "I don't think so."
Dolph set his coffee on the desk and went to stand next to the other detective. He lowered his voice, and there was a lot of harsh whispering. Greeley shook his head. "No."
More whispering. Greeley glared at me. "All right, but she comes down to the station before the night is over or it's your ass, Sergeant."
"She'll be there," Dolph said.
Rizzo was staring at all of us. "You're taking her out of here, but not to the station house?" It sounded accusatory even to me.
"That's my decision, Rizzo," Greeley said. "You got that?" His voice growled the words. Somehow Dolph had pulled rank, and Greeley didn't like it. If Rizzo wanted to make himself a convenient target for that anger, fine.
Rizzo faded back against the wall, but he wasn't happy about it. "I got that."
"Get her out of here," Greeley said. "Try the back. But I don't know how you'll get past the cameras."
"We'll walk through," Dolph said. "Let's go, Anita."
I set my mug on the desk. "What's up, Dolph?"
"I got a body for you to look at."
"A murder suspect helping with another case. Won't the brass get mad?"
"I cleared it," Dolph said.
I looked at him, eyes wide. "How?" I asked.
"You don't want to know," he said.
I looked at him. He stared back. I finally looked away first. Most of the time, when people said I didn't want to know, it meant just the opposite. It meant I probably needed to know. But from a handful of people, I'd take their word for it. Dolph was one of those people. "Okay," I said. "Let's go."
Dolph let me wash the dried blood off my hands, and we went.
18
I'm not a big one for idle chatter, but Dolph makes me seem loquacious. We drove down 270 in silence, the hiss of the wheels on the road and the thrum of the engine the only sounds. Either he'd turned off his radio or nobody was committing crimes in Saint Louis tonight. I was betting the radio was off. One of the good things about being a detective on a task force is you don't have to listen to the radio all the time, because most of the calls aren't your problem. If Dolph was needed somewhere, they could always beep him.
I tried to hold out. I tried to make Dolph talk first, but after nearly fifteen minutes, I broke. "Where are we going?"
"Creve Coeur."
My eyebrows raised. "That's a little upscale for a monster kill."
"Yeah," he said.
I waited for more; there wasn't any more. "Well, thanks for enlightening me, Dolph."
He glanced at me, then back to the road. "We'll be there in a few minutes, Anita."
"Patience has never been my strong suit, Dolph."
His lips twitched, then he smiled. Finally, he laughed, a short, abrupt sound. "I guess not."
"Glad I could lighten the mood," I said.
"You're always good for a laugh when you're not killing people, Anita."
I didn't know what to say to that. Too close to the truth, maybe. Silence settled over the car, and I left it alone. It was an easy, friendly quiet this time, tinged with laughter. Dolph wasn't mad at me anymore. I could stand a little silence.
Creve Coeur was an older neighborhood , but it didn't look it. The age showed in the large houses set in long, sloping yards. Some of the houses had circular drives and servants' quarters. The few housing developments that had crept in here and there didn't always have big yards, but the houses had variety, pools, rock gardens. No cookie cutter houses, nothing declasse.
Olive is one of my favorite streets. I like the mix of gas stations, Dunkin' Donuts, custom order jewelry stores, Mercedes-Benz dealerships, and Blockbuster Music and Video. Creve Coeur isn't like most ritzy areas, at war with the peons. This part of the city has embraced both its money and its commerce, as comfortable buying fine antiques as taking the kiddies through the drive-up line at Mickey-D's.
Dolph turned on a road sandwiched between two gas stations. It sloped sharply, making me want to use the brake. Dolph didn't share this desire, and the car coasted down the hill at a nice clip. Well, he was the police. No speeding ticket, I guess. We sped past housing developments that branched off the road like true suburbia. The houses were still more distinct, but the yards had shrunk, and you knew that most of what you were driving past had never had servants' quarters. The road climbed just a touch, then evened out. Dolph hit his turn signal while we were still in the shallow valley. A tasteful sign said Countryside Hills.
Police cars clogged the narrow streets of the subdivision, lights strobing the darkness. There was a huddle of people being held back by uniformed police, people clutching light coats over their jammies or standing with robes tied tight. The crowd was small. As we got out of the car, I saw a drape twitch in a house across the street. Why come outside when you can peek from the comfort of your own home?