That might have gone to sweetly intimate places, in fact, except that, just then, my cell phone rang.
We both froze because my number was strictly private—only a few people had it, and one of them was my call screener, who qualified jobs for me. Her name was Melaine, and she was a brisk, funny, no-nonsense woman who seemed to regard taking messages for doctors and for witches as being pretty much the same thing. That was a rarity in Texas–even in Austin, which prided itself on diversity and tolerance for the most part. Witches were never going to be welcome in most Bible Belt towns, what with the scriptural death sentence and all.
I flipped open the cell, and said, “Melaine?”
“Hey, Miss Caldwell,” her bright, calm voice said on the other end. “I got an urgent call for you from a Detective … Prieto? He says you know him.”
I knew Detective Prieto, all right. A chill settled over me and quickly deepened to artic levels. “Go on,” I said. Next to me, Andy watched, waiting and still.
“Here’s his number—” She read it off slowly, making sure I had it before moving on. “He says that he needs you to look at a crime scene, right away. He gave me the address.”
I scribbled down the information on a sheet of paper. “Did he say anything else?”
“Not really.” Melaine paused for a moment, then said, “He sounded a little weird, actually.”
My pencil stopped midnote. “Weird, how?”
“Shaky. And I’m married to a cop. I’ve never heard a police officer sound like that. He seemed—spooked.”
That didn’t make my bad feeling go away. In fact, it intensified. “Okay,” I said. “Please call him back and tell him I’ll meet him there in twenty minutes.”
“Will do.” Melaine rang off.
Andy was watching me, and he was still holding my free hand. “You look like it’s something nasty.”
“Probably,” I said. “I’m sorry, honey. I have to go.” Normally, I would have asked him to accompany me, but if he had a potion on the stove, there was no way he could. “You did say that will smell better, right?”
“Cross my heart,” he said, and kissed me again. I stepped back and straightened my shirt, which had somehow gotten a little rumpled, then checked my office skirt and sensible low-heeled shoes. They looked approximately crime scene appropriate.
“You look just fine,” he assured me, and gave me that crooked, intimate smile that made the thrill set in much deeper. “Better out of all that getup, but—”
“Mind your manners, you roughneck heathen.”
“Yes, ma’am, I won’t embarrass you in public. But in private, I’ll be happy to make you blush all you want, anywhere you want. You just say the word.”
Oh, how I wished I could. Instead, I said, “The call was from Detective Prieto. He’s got a crime scene.”
Andy’s smile disappeared, and his body language shifted in subtle, dangerous ways. Old West gunfighter kind of ways. He suddenly looked loose-limbed, rangy, and very dangerous. “How’s that old dog?”
“Still hunting,” I said. “And I think he might have caught something bad he needs my help with.”
Andy nodded slowly, eyes gone dark and far away. “Wish I could go with you, sweetheart. I don’t like sending you off alone, something like this.”
“That’s nice, but you know, I did get along just fine for years on my own without being chaperoned by a big, strong man.”
That got me a small grin. “Still don’t like seeing women go running off into the dark unescorted,” he said. “I know it’s a more civilized time, but that don’t mean there ain’t wolves out there.”
Oh, I knew that, almost as well as he did. “Chauvinist,” I said.
“I’ll have you know I was raised Lutheran, missy.”
That made me laugh, then cough, because the smell coming from the kitchen had, if anything, intensified. “I think something’s burning,” I said, and Andy gave me another peck on the cheek and went back to his stirring.
I got out my own go-bag, which I kept stocked for emergencies. Nothing but basic supplies, because if I was asked to do any kind of full resurrection, it would take days of time and effort to complete brewing up the necessary potions anyway.
In the bottom, I had tucked a legal-to-carry Smith & Wesson semiautomatic pistol.
Welcome to Texas.