Affliction ab-22

by Laurell K. Hamilton

‘Who else?’ Rickman asked.

  ‘There are good vaudun practitioners and not-so-bad ones. A really powerful one who had chosen to do dark magic could do it, but the only one left that I’m aware of is in New Orleans, and Papa Jim is eighty and a good guy from all accounts. There are powerful priests and priestesses, but that doesn’t automatically mean they can raise the dead, no matter what the legends say about voodoo.’

  ‘I thought all voodoo priests could make zombies if they were powerful enough,’ Al said.

  I shook my head. ‘No, you can’t just pray your way into the ability to raise the dead. It’s a gift, like running a mile in under four minutes; practice makes you faster, but some stuff has to be genetic, inherent to you.’

  ‘So you’re saying that you couldn’t do a spell evil enough to be given the ability to control the dead?’ he asked.

  I thought about that for a long minute. ‘Honestly, I can’t answer that. I don’t do black magic or mess with the kind of stuff that bargains power for sacrifice or evil deeds.’

  ‘Why does anyone do it?’ Burke asked.

  ‘Because they’re too weak, or scared, or powerless on their own, and they want to be stronger, scary themselves, and feel powerful.’

  ‘And you don’t need any of that?’ Rickman asked.

  ‘Nope, do you?’ I asked.

  He looked surprised. ‘No, but I’m just a detective. There’s nothing the demonic could offer me.’

  I laughed. ‘Oh, Detective, there’s a certain kind of evil that specializes in finding what a person wants most and pretending to offer it to them at a price.’

  ‘Why do you say pretend?’ Al asked.

  ‘Because the demonic can only give you what God has created, or what someone else has; they can’t help you create something new and fresh, because that’s beyond them. They are a part of the creator’s design, not part of the creating of it. They imitate, they bargain, they may know your darkest secret, or worst fear, but they can’t create your fear, only exploit the one that’s already there, and they can’t make you do a damn thing, only know what you’ve already done and try to use it against you.’

  ‘How do you know all this?’ Rickman asked.

  ‘One, I was raised a good little Catholic girl. Two, I’ve come up against the demonic a time or two.’

  ‘You’ve fought demons?’ Al said.

  ‘Not the way you probably mean, but yeah.’

  ‘And you won?’ Rickman said, and he sounded skeptical.

  ‘I’m here, and their victims survived, so yeah, I won.’

  ‘Did you do an exorcism?’ Burke asked.

  ‘No, I’ve assisted a priest on one once; really don’t want to do a traditional exorcism again.’

  ‘Why not?’

  I just looked at him. ‘If you have to ask, you don’t want to know.’

  ‘So you help priests fight demons?’ Rickman managed to be even more disdainful.

  ‘No, I worked with one priest on one exorcism, but the Catholic Church has excommunicated all of us animators, so I can’t help now.’

  ‘Excommunication must make demons harder to fight,’ Rickman jibed.

  ‘If your faith is pure, you’re safe enough,’ I said.

  ‘Pure? Your faith is pure?’ Rickman laughed.

  ‘Don’t be a dick, Ricky,’ Dr Shelley warned him.

  ‘She’s sleeping with enough men to field a football team, how is that pure?’

  Gonzales and Burke both called him on it, but I raised a hand and said, ‘It’s okay, I’ve heard it before, but I have a question for the detective.’

  Burke looked skeptical, Gonzales looked worried, Al more curious, Shelley angry, and Rogers like he was ready to be elsewhere, but they all let me ask my question.

  ‘If I were a man sleeping with that many women, would it bother you as much?’

  He seemed to think about it and then finally shook his head. ‘No, I guess it wouldn’t. I wouldn’t want the guy dating my sister, but … no, it wouldn’t bother me as much.’

  ‘Why not?’ I asked.

  ‘Why not, what?’ he asked.

  ‘Why wouldn’t it bother you as much, if I were a man?’

  He frowned, thought, and finally said, ‘You’re a woman, you’re not supposed to sleep around. You’re a beautiful woman. You don’t have to be a slut.’

  Dr Shelley said, ‘Jesus, Ricky.’

  Burke said, ‘You aren’t in my chain of command, but I will be speaking to your superiors about this.’

  Gonzales was shaking his head. ‘All I can do is apologize for him, Anita.’

  I laughed, not the I-think-this-is-funny laugh, but the abrupt I-can’t-believe-what-I’m-hearing laugh. ‘I’ve heard all of it before, unfortunately, but this is the first time I’ve ever heard anyone’s reasoning being that only ugly women sleep around. That’s a new one.’

  ‘Beautiful women don’t have to; men chase them,’ Rickman said, as if he truly didn’t understand what he was doing wrong. Maybe he didn’t?

  ‘So ugly women sleep around because sex is the only way they can get men?’ I asked.

  ‘Please, shut up now, Ricky,’ Gonzales said. ‘You are embarrassing yourself and the Boulder PD.’

  He looked from one to the other of the others, and his expression was plainly confused.

  It was Dr Rogers, who had been so quiet through all of it, who said, ‘He doesn’t understand, does he?’

  ‘Jesus, Ricky,’ Dr Shelley said, ‘I thought you just hated women in authority and were offensive, but you honestly don’t understand that you’re wrong.’

  ‘Regardless, I will be reporting this incident to your superiors,’ Commander Burke said.

  ‘What?’ Rickman said.

  ‘You called Marshal Blake a slut,’ Al said.

  ‘I didn’t,’ he said.

  Gonzales sighed and smoothed his hand over his face. ‘So that’s why when the other women came forward and said you’d called them names, you were so surprised.’ He looked at me. ‘It’s why none of the complaints stuck; he seemed so damned innocent.’

  ‘Because he thought he was,’ I said.

  Gonzales nodded.

  ‘It’s like social dyslexia,’ I said. ‘He can’t see it.’

  Gonzales nodded again.

  Burke said, ‘Regardless, it’s unacceptable behavior in an officer.’ I was betting he hadn’t realized he was sounding more military than cop, but once military enough, it’s hard to shake all of it.

  ‘Conduct unbecoming,’ I said.

  Burke nodded. ‘Very much so. I apologize for all the discourtesy you have experienced since you arrived here. I thought the religious zealots upstairs would be the main problem, but apparently not.’ He gave Rickman a hard, cold look.

  Rickman might not understand why he was in trouble for talking to me, but he understood the look. He tried to give a hard look in return, but his face was uncertain. I think because he knew that not everyone in the room could be wrong, which made him wrong. Maybe, just maybe, he was rethinking all those accusations from other women and wondering if they had been right? One could hope that even men like Rickman could be taught.

  Dr Rogers had to go back to his living patients. We were all stripping off the gowns, masks, and protective gear as I asked him, ‘Is Micah going to be able to actually talk to his dad?’

  ‘He’s basically in a medically induced coma. Normally, I’d bring him out of it pretty quickly, but the last patient to die seemed to go into shock when the drugs left her system, so I’m going to wean the sheriff off more slowly and hope his body adjusts better.’

  ‘You mean, one of the victims died just from coming out of the drugs?’ I asked.

  He nodded.

  ‘Shit,’ I said, softly.

  ‘I am sorry, Marshal. I will do everything I can to give your fiancé a chance to say good-bye to his dad.’

  ‘I appreciate that, Doctor.’

  He nodded, his face a little grim. It’s never good when doctors make face
s like that. I turned to the only thing I could do to help: police work. I got promises to have access to everyone’s witness statements. Al went one better. ‘Deputy Gutterman was with Rush when he was attacked. You can hear his statement firsthand.’

  ‘We can do that next,’ I said.

  He shook his head. ‘Gutter is out on another call. With the sheriff and me out of rotation, there’s not enough people on our force to keep Gutter at the hospital, too.’

  Burke said, ‘I could send a couple of cars on extra patrols through your town if you need it, Al.’

  ‘I really appreciate that, Commander. I may take you up on it, just depends on how … things go.’

  I was pretty sure that if I hadn’t been Micah’s fiancé, he’d have said something different, because once Rush Callahan died, his small police force wouldn’t feel compelled to keep manpower at the hospital. I could have told Al that I didn’t have to be babied, but if Micah was with me, then we’d need it; better to get in the habit now.

  There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as all the policemen knew exactly why Deputy Al had hesitated, and everyone wondered whether to say something or let the silence spread.

  ‘It’s okay, Al, I know that it’s a matter of time for Micah’s dad, unless we get a miracle.’

  ‘Do you believe in miracles, Anita?’ Al asked.

  I nodded. ‘Yeah, I do.’

  Rickman snorted. ‘Miracles are for Sunday school and Christmas specials. I’ve been a cop too long to believe shit like that.’

  I started to say something, but Dr Shelley beat me to it. ‘Be cynical on your own time, Ricky. I want Rush to have his miracle and get to see his son married to Marshal Blake.’

  ‘Not going to happen,’ Rickman said.

  ‘Ricky,’ Gonzales said in a low, angry voice, ‘you are not going to kill Rush before he’s dead.’

  Rickman looked shocked, and again he didn’t know what he’d said wrong. I was wondering if there was maybe something socially wrong with the detective, beyond just being rude. ‘I didn’t mean anything, Ray, I … I want Rush to make it, too, but facts are facts.’

  ‘Fuck facts!’ Gonzales said, and he loomed over the detective. Ricky was six feet, the same height as Gonzales, but somehow the sergeant dwarfed the detective. Gonzales did what some people could do, he just seemed bigger. I was told I could do it, too, but I didn’t have Gonzales’s size, so it couldn’t be as impressive.

  Burke didn’t step between them, but he moved up sort of halfway between where each of them was standing. ‘Detective Rickman, go somewhere else away from Sergeant Gonzales for a while.’

  ‘I’m sorry, Ray, I …’ Rickman shrugged, shook his head, and finally just walked away, but I was betting he was clueless on why the other man was rigid with anger.

  Gonzales’s voice crawled out of his chest, thick and dark with rage. ‘I won’t give up on Rush. I do believe in miracles, because I have to.’

  I reached out to touch his arm and then stopped myself. Sometimes, when you’re angry enough, any physical contact escalates the rage. I didn’t want to do that, so I let my hand drop back to my side.

  ‘I believe in miracles,’ I said.

  He rotated his neck as if the muscles hurt to move, so tight with the tension in his shoulders, and that movement alone let me know how close he’d come to hitting Rickman or how much he’d wanted to do it. ‘It’s all Rush has got.’ It was a growl.

  ‘Let’s you and me get some coffee in the cafeteria,’ Al said. He gave a small nod to let me know to leave him with his friend. Since I had no clue what to do for Gonzales and I was supposed to be here as moral support for Micah, I let Al take care of it. If I was hand-holding anyone emotionally it had to be my ‘fiancé.’

  Burke walked me out through the last doors and the hallway beyond. Ares and Bram pushed away from the wall, going from at ease to at attention. Neither of them had been out of the military that long. They’d come back to the hospital just in time to trail me with the police. Micah had told me to take them because the police would be more comfortable with two ex-military guards than with Dev and Nicky’s more civilian-muscle attitude. He’d been right, but the fact that he’d thought of it in the middle of the family chaos made me hug him tight and feel bad that he was having to think about anything but his dad. I looked at the two tall, slender, muscled men, one about as dark as he could get, and the other all honey and golden blond, even his tanned skin. I saw them so often together that I’d started thinking of them as a unit, the way you think of some couples, never alone, but always two. They’d traded military backgrounds with the police, and it had helped put the other men at ease. None of the guards were going to make Micah’s family comfortable with their son, brother, cousin, and nephew needing bodyguards because of threats. But seeing Commander Burke nod and smile at them and exchange handshakes was a help here.

  Ares and Bram dropped back and took up their posts behind me. It was habit now for all of us, but Burke noticed it. ‘I understand that Mike Callahan has threats because he’s part of the Coalition, but why do you need bodyguards?’

  ‘I’ve been tied to Micah and the Coalition in the media, and I’m also tied to the Master of the City in St Louis, Jean-Claude, and the hate groups hate the vampires, a lot. You saw the level of hate from Micah’s aunt and her husband; now imagine strangers.’

  ‘Is it that bad?’ he asked.

  ‘We had a zealot try to blow up one of Jean-Claude’s clubs this year.’ I didn’t add that he’d tried to blow it up with Nathaniel, Dev, Nicky, Cynric, and me inside it. The zealot had been a human with a few vampire bites on him, the daytime servant of a group of vampires that had decided Jean-Claude was building an evil empire to enslave them all. If they could have killed my leopard to call, two of my tigers to call, and me all at the same time, they hoped it would be enough to kill Jean-Claude. We were all metaphysically connected, which meant we shared a hell of a lot more than just emotional well-being. I’d killed a few vampires myself by simply killing their human servants. You could potentially get the same effect by killing the animal to call their moitié bête, literally their beast half? Kill anyone in the psychic power chain and you had a chance to kill them all.

  ‘So you have terrorists,’ Burke said.

  I thought about it, then nodded. ‘Something like that.’

  ‘What happened to your bomber?’

  ‘He died,’ I said.

  Burke looked back at the other men and said, ‘Good to have men of action around when you need them.’ He smiled as he said it.

  ‘Oh, it wasn’t us,’ Ares said.

  Burke frowned and hesitated as he walked. ‘You mean the other guards upstairs?’

  ‘They were hostages,’ Ares said.

  ‘They assisted in their own rescue,’ Bram said, and he gave his partner a look that took the smile off Ares’ face.

  ‘What’d I say wrong? You’re giving me that look again.’

  ‘You mean the look that says you’re letting your mouth run away with your head?’ Bram said.

  ‘Hey,’ Ares said.

  Burke laughed. ‘You two have been partners for a while.’

  ‘We have, sir,’ Bram said.

  ‘Does it show?’ Ares asked.

  ‘Yeah, it shows; good partners are like married couples,’ Burke said.

  ‘Some people in civilian circles call the partner the work spouse,’ I said.

  ‘God knows in police work you see your partner more than you see your wife sometimes,’ Burke said.

  I just nodded.

  ‘What did I do to earn the look this time?’ Ares asked.

  Bram glared at him.

  ‘What?’

  I said, ‘You implied that the other guards with us aren’t as good at their jobs as you two are.’

  ‘I did not,’ he said, and his face showed that he totally didn’t get it.

  ‘Don’t you get it, Ares?’ Bram said, ‘Dev and Nicky don’t look like cops, or military, and saying they w
ere hostages just undermines them in Commander Burke’s eyes even more.’

  Ares looked from one to the other of us, and then his face sort of fell. He took in a deep breath, let it out, and said, ‘That is not what I meant.’

  ‘I know,’ Bram said with an eye roll, like a long-suffering spouse.

  I turned my head to hide my smile.

  ‘I’m just glad Marshal Blake and young Callahan have good men to step in when needed.’

  Bram gave him a very direct look. ‘None of us saved Marshal Blake that day.’

  Burke frowned. ‘I’m not sure I’m following.’

  Bram sighed. He looked at me, back at Ares, and finally back at me. ‘I’m sorry, Anita; having bodyguards with you is going to make all the other cops think less of you as a cop, like a soldier who needs guards.’

  I nodded and shrugged. ‘Yeah, but what can we do?’

  Bram turned back to Burke. ‘Let’s be clear, Commander. Marshal Blake helped come up with a plan to rescue the hostages and take out the bomber. She went in with SWAT to execute that plan. The other guards upstairs were key players in that plan. In fact, Nathaniel Graison, the other civilian with Micah Callahan, helped save them all, too. If Nathaniel hadn’t done his part first, the rescue would have failed. But it was Anita who took out the threat – not the other cops, not the guards, her.’

  ‘You get mad at me for being chatty and now you’re just running off at the mouth,’ Ares said.

  ‘It’s a police case. Everything’s on record,’ Bram said.

  I looked at Bram’s stoic dark face. I couldn’t read his expression, and hyena wasn’t one of my animals to call, so I had no extrasensory hint of what he was thinking. ‘Ares is right – this is the longest speech I’ve ever heard from you.’

  ‘Commander Burke is the highest-ranking officer we’ve met. I just want him to know that you aren’t a victim who needs saving, you’re the person who comes through the door and does the saving.’

  I smiled and frowned at the same time, puzzling. ‘Then why add Nathaniel in?’

  ‘Because he’s the kind of man that men like us discount, and Nathaniel deserves better than that. If I had just told Commander Burke how tough you, Dev, and Nicky are, then it marginalizes Nathaniel.’