[Anita Blake 17] - Skin Trade (30 page)

“No,” he said, “I'm staying out here with all my weapons, so that if you yell for help I'll come through like the cavalry.”

We stared at each other for a minute. I thought about what he'd said, tried to be logical, instead of paying attention to my suddenly speeding heart rate. I gave him the MP5.

“Thank you,” and I knew he meant not the gun but the level of trust that the gun represented for me.

“You're welcome, but how will you hear me when I yell for help?”

“I've got earbuds and radios.”

Of course he did. It was Edward; he always brought the right toys for the play date. I stopped stripping off weapons and said, “Wait, who goes in with me, if you stay here?”

“Shit,” Bernardo said, with real feeling to the word. He started taking off the jacket.

“Hold a minute,” Edward said. He turned to Rick. “How clean do you want them to be?”

“They can keep the knives and one handgun.”

“Thanks for the handgun,” I said.

Rick grinned. “You'll do a hideout anyway. This way I know where the gun is.”

“You could just search us,” I said.

“I waited for you to get out of the elevator. All of us did. I don't think I want to touch you, little queen. In fact, the less I have to do with you physically, the better.”

“You aren't on the meal plan?” I asked.

“I was, but I'm going to ask to be reassigned.”

“Should I be offended?”

“No, it's a compliment. If you were just good sex, then no problem. I like sex. But you aren't just good sex. You're power. You're things I can't even name. But I know one thing for damn sure: you are dangerous, and it isn't the guns and badge that make you dangerous to me and Domino, and even Crispin.” He nodded toward where he was sitting patiently in one of the uncomfortable chairs. “His gaze follows you like he's a devoted dog.”

I glanced at Crispin, who gave me a peaceful face, as if the comment didn't faze him. “I didn't do it on purpose,” was all I could think to say.

“I believe that. You're like a survivor of an attack by one of us. You don't know what you are yet.”

“She's gaining powers as if she were a born tiger,” Crispin said, from his chair.

Rick nodded. “I noticed that. Now, whoever is going inside, take off the weapons.”

I started taking stuff off and handed it to Edward. Bernardo did the same, handing his gear to Olaf.

Edward handed earbuds and waist radios to the four of us. Rick never protested the radios. Again, not doing what I thought he'd do.

“I've got it set to broadcast continuously, so Otto and I will hear whatever is going on.”

I had a thought. “What's the range on these? I wouldn't want just anyone to overhear.”

Edward smiled. “I'd rather not say in front of our host.”

Rick said, “Don't mind me.”

“But it's small enough that if our local friends are trying to listen in, they'd have to be standing in the room with us to overhear.”

“Okay.” I understood that he didn't want to tell Rick, and thus all the weretigers, how far they'd have to take Bernardo and me so that we could yell for help and not be heard, but . . . I'd have liked to know the range. But I trusted Edward. I trusted him with my life and my death. I had no higher compliment to pay to another executioner.

I had to readjust my straps on the holsters, to settle the guns again without all the other stuff to get in the way, and with the addition of the radio. Adjustable holsters are a wonderful thing. Bernardo was doing similar things to his guns and knives.

“How did you know Edward was going to pick you to go in with me?” I asked, as I checked the last knife.

Bernardo gave me a look. It wasn't a happy one. In fact, those dark eyes were downright sullen. He straightened up, hands doing one last check on the new location of all his weapons, automatically. “Because if it's the cavalry you want, the heavy hitters stay out here, and neither of you thinks I'm a heavy enough hitter.”

I wasn't sure what to say to that. Edward saved me. “If I didn't trust you, Bernardo, I wouldn't send her in with only you as backup.”

Bernardo and he exchanged a long look, and then finally the other man nodded. “Fine, but we both know you'd send Olaf if you didn't think he'd eat her.”

“I thought we were the only ones who ate people,” Rick said, with his hand on the door.

I gave the weretiger the look the comment deserved. He smiled at me.

Crispin had moved up beside me, just waiting for us to finish the weapons. Apparently, he had no qualms about following me anywhere. He'd already done enough to get him in trouble in most of the wereanimal groups that I was familiar with. Insubordination isn't tolerated among the furry.

Rick touched Crispin's arm. “You must either wait here with her other friends, or go ahead alone.”

“I want to stay with Anita.”

“You have already refused one direct order from your queen and master. Do not make it two, Crispin.” Rick's face softened. “Please, stay here, or go ahead.”

I didn't argue for Crispin to stay with me because Rick was right. Crispin had already gotten himself in potential trouble. I didn't want to make it worse.

He turned to me. “What do you want me to do?”

I blinked at him. What I really wanted him to do was not to have asked that. I really wanted him to make the decision on his own in case it came back and bit him. But either you're the dominant or you aren't. Fuck.

If he stayed here, he'd be safer. If he went ahead, they might punish him, but I might also be able to get him back at my side and help me control the tigers.

“If he goes ahead, what happens to him?”

“He has earned discipline, but since he is your white tiger to call, he falls under vampire rules.”

“You can't hurt him because he's mine.”

Rick nodded. “As long as you're in Vegas, yes.”

We looked at each other. I didn't know Rick well enough to know that look this well, but I did. The look said, plainly, that if I left Crispin in Vegas, bad things might happen to him. Jean-Claude was not going to like me coming home with extra baggage, but I couldn't leave him to be hurt, could I?

“Go ahead, Crispin. We'll be right behind you.”

Crispin looked from me to Rick, then finally nodded. He went through the far, whooshy doors, and we were one man down.

Olaf finally spoke. “Do you wonder why I did not protest Bernardo going with you?”

I turned and looked back at him. His face was its old mask of anger and arrogance, and things I could not read. “I thought you might argue about Bernardo, yes.”

“If you are Ted's woman, then it's his choice who goes in with you. It's his job to protect you, not mine.”

I let the “Ted's woman” comment go, and concentrated on something I could understand. “I don't need anyone to protect me, Otto. I do a fine job on my own.”

“All women need protection, Anita.”

Bernardo touched my arm. “We don't have time for you to win this argument.”

I took a deep breath, let it out, then turned back to the big guy. “You might ask Edward which of the three of us he'd trust most to protect his back.” Then I nodded at Rick. He swung the door open. Bernardo gave me a sideways glance. I stepped forward, and he followed me. Or maybe he just didn't want to be the first person through the door.

 

 

WE STEPPED FROM the waiting room into a box. Okay, maybe it was a room, but it was smaller than the elevator we'd come up in, and the walls were solid and gray. I knew metal when I saw it, and something about it felt wrong. As the doors were sliding closed, I said, “I think you'll lose the signal for a few minutes.”

“Why?”

“I think it's a quiet room.” Then the doors closed, and there was static in my ear. I tried anyway. “Edward, Edward, say something if you can hear me.”

“He can't,” Bernardo said, and he sounded disgusted. He looked at Rick. “That's why you didn't protest the radios; you knew they wouldn't do us a damn bit of good.”

Rick shrugged, smiling like he was enjoying our discomfort. “The radios will work once we get into the room beyond. Promise.” He even made the Boy Scout salute.

“Were you really a Boy Scout?” I asked.

His eyes widened a little, and then he nodded. “Max wanted us to have the all-American experience, so he started a troop just for us, so we wouldn't scare the humans.”

I tried to picture an entire troop of little weretigers, and was both amused and impressed. “Is the troop still active?” I asked.

“You're looking at the current scout leader.”

Bernardo said, “Muscle by night, scout leader by day; who are you, Clark Kent?”

Rick just grinned, and said, “Now what else is different about this room?”

“It's a test, isn't it?” I said.

“What kind of test?” Bernardo asked.

“The walls are reinforced metal of some kind. I'm betting they'll stand up to wereanimal and vampire strength, so no one can batter their way through.”

He nodded and looked pleased. “Very good.”

Bernardo took the next part. “That's why you wouldn't let us have the heavy artillery, because that might get through the far door.”

“Another point for you.”

“Are we going to be graded on this pop quiz?” I asked.

He nodded, and the smile faded. “Oh, yes, you'll get a grade.”

“But you aren't the teacher, are you?”

He was solemn now. “No.”

“Have we passed?” Bernardo asked.

“I'd hate for our backup to get too jumpy with the radio silence,” I said.

“Good point,” Rick said. “What else do you sense in here, Marshal Blake?”

“It's a metal box. It's proof against electronics. It's strong enough to stop most preternaturals, or at least slow them down.”

“What else?” he asked.

I glared at him. “What do you want from me?”

“I want the energy that made us all wait for you to get off the elevator first.”

“You want me to use the tigers to sense something.”

“Yes, please.”

“That's why you didn't want me to have Crispin with me, because as a vampire I could use the abilities of my animal to call, and you wouldn't be able to tell how much was me and how much was Crispin.”

“Exactly,” he said.

I sighed. I couldn't say out loud that I didn't want to call tiger energy when we were about to step through into a room full of them, but there were other things inside me. I reached down into that dark, quiet place and called wolf.

She came padding up through that dark, tree-filled place that was what my mind had made of where the beasts waited. It wasn't really where they waited inside me, but my human mind needed something concrete for them to stand on, and this was it. The she-wolf was white and cream, with black markings. She was huge and beautiful, and seeing her always made me remember where huskies and malamutes and a dozen other breeds had come from. You could see it in her, but once you looked past the beauty of the fur and saw her eyes, the illusion of dog was gone. Those eyes were wild and had nothing in them that would curl up by your fire at night.

“You smell like wolf,” Rick said, and he grimaced, either trying to get a better scent or not enjoying what he was smelling. On a tiger face, it was tasting the scent; on a human face, it was disgust. He looked human, but I had no way of knowing how much like a tiger he thought in this form.

I started to walk close to the walls, but I didn't have to scent them. With the wolf so close to the surface, it had peeled down some of the shields I kept up automatically. Some of my metaphysical shields had become like a bulletproof vest for most cops. You put it on every day before you went out the door. You put it on so automatically that you forgot sometimes that you needed to take it off to do certain things. I could now shield so tight that magic I should have sensed easily didn't get through. I was shielding too tight if I had stepped into this space and not felt this. Which proved just how nervous I truly was about being surrounded by this many weretigers, with no other physical animal to back me up.

The magic in the walls crawled over my skin. I broke out in goose bumps from it. “What the fuck is in the walls?” I asked.

“Can't you tell?”

I shook my head and guessed. “Magic to keep magic out.”

“Very good.”

“Seriously,” Bernardo said, “if we keep radio silence much longer you're going to find out how well that door stands up to heavy artillery.”

“Are you making a threat?” Rick asked, and was very serious again.

“Not me,” Bernardo said, spreading his hands wide, “but I know my friends outside. They aren't patient men.”

Rick looked at me.

I shrugged, and nodded. “Ted will want to know what's happening to us.”

“You, he wants to know what's happening to you,” Bernardo said.

“You're part of his team, too.”

“Yeah, but I'm not his ‘woman,' ” and he made little quotation marks around the word with his fingers. Was Bernardo starting to believe the lie that we were feeding Olaf?

I didn't know what to say to that, so I kept my mouth shut. When in doubt, shut the fuck up.

Rick was looking from one of us to the other. It was way too thoughtful an expression for muscle. But then, I hadn't believed that Rick was just muscle. If he had been, I didn't think his queen would have wanted him on the feeding list.