Zerbrowski chuckled. "Blake, I have seen everything now. The heap-big vampire slayer in luuv."
I shook my head. "I don't suppose it would help to ask you to keep this to yourself?"
He grinned. "Makes the teasing more fun."
"Damn you, Zerbrowski."
"Loverboy seemed sort of tense, so I didn't say anything before, but now that we're alone, what the hell happened to you? You look like someone took a meat cleaver to your face."
Actually, I didn't. I'd seen that done once and it was a lot messier. "Long story. You know my secret. Where were you tonight all dressed up?"
"Married ten years tonight," he said.
"You're kidding?"
He shook his head.
"Big congrats," I said. We clattered down the stairs.
"Thanks. We hired a baby-sitter and everything. She made me leave my beeper home."
The cold bit into the sores on my face and made my head ache worse.
"Door's not locked," Zerbrowski said.
"You're a cop. How can you leave your car unlocked?" I opened the door and stopped. The passenger seat and floorboard were full. McDonald's take-out sacks and newspapers filled the seat and flowed onto the floorboards. A piece of petrified pizza and a herd of pop cans filled the rest of the floorboard.
"Jesus, Zerbrowski, does the EPA know you're driving a toxic waste dump through populated areas?"
"See why I leave it unlocked. Who would steal it?" He knelt in the seat and began shoveling armfuls of garbage into the backseat. It looked like this wasn't the first time he'd cleaned out the front seat by shoveling things in back.
I brushed crumbs from the empty seat onto the empty floorboard. When it was as clean as I could get it, I sat down.
Zerbrowski slid into his seat belt and started the car. It coughed to life. I put on my seat belt, and he pulled out of the parking lot.
"How does Katie feel about your job?" I asked.
Zerbrowski glanced at me. "She's okay with it."
"Were you a cop when she met you?"
"Yeah, she knew what to expect. Loverboy didn't want you to come out tonight?"
"He thought I was too hurt to go out."
"You do look like shit."
"Thanks."
"They love us, they want us to be careful. He's a junior high school teacher, for God's sake. What does he know about violence?"
"More than he'd like to."
"I know, I know. The schools are a dangerous place nowadays. But it isn't the same, Anita. We carry guns. Hell, you kill vampires and raise the dead, Blake. Can't get much messier than that."
"I know that." But I didn't know that. Being a lycanthrope was messier. Wasn't it?
"No, I don't think you do, Blake. Loving someone who lives by violence is a hard way to go. That anybody'll have us is a miracle. Don't get cold feet."
"Did I say I was getting cold feet?"
"Not out loud."
Shit. "Let's drop it, Zerbrowski."
"Anything you say. Dolph is going to be so excited that you've decided to tie the noose... ah, knot."
I sank down into the seat as far as the belt would let me. "I am not getting married."
"Maybe not yet, but I know that look, Blake. You are a drowning woman, and the only way out is down the aisle."
I would have liked to argue, but I was too confused. Part of me believed Zerbrowski. Part of me wanted to stop dating Richard and be safe again. Okay, okay, I wasn't exactly safe before, what with Jean-Claude hanging around, but I wasn't engaged. Of course, I still wasn't engaged.
"You okay, Blake?"
I sighed. "I've lived alone a long time. A person gets set in her ways." Besides he's a werewolf. I didn't say that part out loud, but I wanted to. I needed a second opinion, but a police officer, especially Zerbrowski, wasn't the person to ask.
"He crowding you?"
"Yeah."
"He want marriage, kids, the whole nine yards?"
Kids. No one had mentioned children. Did Richard have this domestic vision of a little house, him in the kitchen, me working, and kids? Oh, damn, we were going to have to sit down and have a serious talk. If we did manage to get engaged like normal people, what did that mean? Did Richard want children? I certainly didn't.
Where would we live? My apartment was too small. His house? I wasn't sure I liked that idea. It was his house. Shouldn't we have our house? Shit. Kids, me? Pregnant, me? Not in this lifetime. I thought furriness was our biggest problem. Maybe it wasn't.
29
The river swirled black and cold. Rocks stuck up like the teeth of giants. The bank behind me was steep, thick with trees. The snow between the trees was trampled and slicked away to show the leaves underneath. The opposite bank was a bluff that jutted out over the river. No way down from there unless you were willing to jump. The water was less than five feet deep in the center of the river. Jumping from thirty feet wasn't a good idea.
I stood carefully on the crumbling bank. The black water rushed just inches from my feet. Tree roots stuck out of the bank, tearing at the earth. The combination of snow, leaves, and nearly vertical bank seemed destined to send me into the water, but I'd fight it as long as I could.
The rocks formed a low, broken wall into the river. Some of the stones were barely above the swirling water, but one near the center of the river stuck up about waist high. Draped over that rock was the skin. Dolph was still the master of understatement. Shouldn't a skin be smaller than a breadbox, not bigger than a Toyota? The head hung on the large rock, draped perfectly as if placed. That was one of the reasons the thing was still in the middle of the river. Dolph had wanted me to see it in case there was some ritual significance to the placement.
There was a dive team waiting on the shore in dry suits, which are bulkier than wet suits and better at keeping you warm in cold water. A tall diver with a hood already pulled up over his hair stood by Dolph. He'd been introduced as MacAdam. "Can we go in after the skin now?"
"Anita?" Dolph asked.
"Better them in the water than me," I said.
"Is it safe?" Dolph asked.
That was a different question. Truth. "I'm not sure."
MacAdam looked at me. "What could be out there? It's just a skin, right?"
I shrugged. "I'm not sure what kind of skin it is."
"So?" he asked.
"So, remember the Mad Magician back in the seventies?"
"I'd think you wouldn't remember it," MacAdam said.
"I studied it in college. Magical Terrorism, senior year. The Magician specialized in leaving magical booby traps in out-of-the-way places. One of his favorite traps was an animal skin that would attach itself to whomever touched it first. Took a witch to remove it."
"Was it dangerous?" MacAdam asked.
"One man suffocated when it attached itself to his face."
"How the hell did his face touch it first?"
"Hard to ask a dead man. Animating wasn't a profession in the seventies."
MacAdam stared off across the water. "Okay, how do you find out if it's dangerous?"
"Has anyone been in the water yet?"
He jerked a thumb at Dolph. "He wouldn't let us, and Sheriff Titus said to leave everything for some hotshot monster expert." He looked me up and down. "That you?"
"That's me."
"Well, make like an expert so my people and I can get in there."
"You want the spotlight now?" Dolph asked. They'd had the place lit up like an opening night at Mann's Chinese Theatre. I'd made them turn off the lights after I'd gotten the first glance. There were some things that you needed light to see, other things only showed themselves in the dark.
"No light yet. Let me see it in the dark first."
"Why no light?" Dolph asked.
"Some things hide from light, Dolph, and they might still take a chunk out of one of the divers."
"You're really serious about this, aren't you?" MacAdam asked.
"Yeah, aren't you glad?"
He looked at me for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. How are you going to get a closer look? I know the weather just got cold the last few days, so the water should be about forty degrees, but that's still cold without a suit."
"I'll stay on the rocks. I might dip a hand in to see if anything rises to bait, but I'll stay as dry as I can."
"You take the monsters serious," he said, "I take the water serious. You'll get hypothermia in about five minutes in water this cold. Try not to fall in."