70
An hour later, I was home. I had a date with Mobile Reserve for just after dawn. Captain Parker had told me to get some sleep, as if I sounded like I needed it. He'd even agreed to letting me go in with them. I was to their vampire raids what Haz-Mat was to their meth lab raids. An expert who could help them stay alive and not accidentally blow themselves to hell. Vampires wouldn't blow up like some of the chemicals used in methamphetamine labs, but lack of knowledge could make you just as dead. I would be their Johnny-on-the-spot expert, and no you don't want to know how much arguing I had to do to get both the invitation to go in with them and to keep the address until I met them at dawn.
I sat at my kitchen table sipping coffee and staring off into space. The coffee was sloshing against the sides of my cup, like it was trying to escape. That shouldn't be happening.
Micah was suddenly at my side. He put his hand on my coffee mug. "You're going to drop it."
I stared up at him and didn't know what he meant. It must have shown on my face, because he explained, "Your hands are shaking. I'm afraid you're going to drop the cup." He eased it out of my hands and set it on the table.
I stared at my hands, and he was right. They were shaking. Not a fine tremble, but a full-blown quaking, as if from the wrist down I was having a fit. I stared at my hands like they belonged to someone else.
Micah knelt in front of me, he put his hands on mine, held them tight between his. "Anita, what happened?"
It felt good for him to hold my hands. It helped the shaking to slow, but it didn't go away. What happened? What had happened? What made this one different? Everything, nothing. It took me two tries to talk. "I had to talk to him."
"Him who?"
"The vampire I killed tonight." The trembling was quieting under the press of his hands. My voice didn't show the trembling at all, it was empty.
"Why did you have to talk to him?"
"Interrogation, had to interrogate him."
Micah touched my face, and it startled me, but it made me look at him. His eyes were very green in the dimness of the kitchen, with that yellow around his pupils more like light gathering around a single point. "Did you learn what you needed to know?"
I nodded, still staring at his eyes.
"And why couldn't you wait until dawn to kill him?"
I shook my head. "He was one of our serial killers. Couldn't risk him getting away and warning them."
"Then you had to kill him." He put his hand on the side of my face, and that made me look at him more, not just fascinate on his eyes. I saw him now, all of him, saw Micah. I'd known he was there, but it was as if I was only getting pieces of things. I looked at that face that was at once so familiar to me that I knew every curve and line, and yet, I was still surprised sometimes to look at him and realize that he was mine. That this was my sweetie. It still caught me off-guard sometimes, like a really good surprise. As if he was too good to be real, and I kept expecting him not to be there. Why should he be different?
He reached up to me, and I slid off the chair and into his arms. I wrapped myself around his waist, his chest, his shoulders. I hugged him as tight and close as I could with legs and arms, and he got to his feet with me still wrapped around him. We were the same height and weighed within fourteen pounds of each other. If he'd been human, he might not have been able to do it, but he wasn't human, and he stood up and began to walk through the darkened house. I knew where we were going, and I couldn't think of anything better than crawling under the covers and letting him hold me.
The phone rang. Micah kept walking. The machine caught it, and Ronnie's voice came on. "'Nita this is Ronnie. I need help." Micah froze, because it didn't sound like Ronnie.
I hopped down to the floor and was running for the phone while she was still slurring her words. "Ronnie, Ronnie, it's me. What's happened?"
"Anita, it's you."
"Ronnie, what's happened?" My pulse was thudding in my throat again. Adrenaline had chased the shock and the numbness away.
"I'm drunk," she said happily.
"What?"
"I'm at a club across the river. I am watching men take their clothes off."
"What club?"
"Something Dreams."
"Incubus Dreams," I said.
"That's it," and she slurred her S.
"Why are you at a strip club getting drunk?" I asked. The adrenaline was easing away.
"Louie won't live with me. He says marriage or nothin', and I said nuthin'."
"Oh, Ronnie."
"I am drunk, and the bartender says I need a ride. Can I have a ride?"
Micah was standing close enough that he'd caught some of it. "I'll go get her."
"Anita, why are men such bastards?"
I wasn't sure that men were such bastards, but I knew better than to argue. "I'll come get you, just stay there, and don't do anything you'll regret when you wake up tomorrow."
She giggled; Ronnie never giggled. "Oh, I want to do something that Louie will regret tomorrow."
Shit. "Sit tight, don't do anything stupid. We'll be there as soon as we can." She hung up, still laughing.
I filled Micah in on the parts he'd missed. "You need to rest, Anita. I'll go get her."
"First, she's in the men-are-bastards mind-set, and she's wanting to do something that Louie will regret tomorrow. I think you alone wouldn't be a good idea, besides she's my friend. But I'm letting you come with me."
He was frowning at me.
I touched his arm. "Going to bed with you beside me is the best idea in the world right now, but going to bed without you is like the worst idea in the world. I think alone my head's going to turn ugly. Maybe going out is exactly what I need."
He frowned harder. "You can just call her a taxi."
"Ronnie and I just made up from a fight that's lasted for months. I don't want to lose her again."
"I'm not going to talk you out of this, am I?"
"No."
He smiled then, though his eyes still weren't happy. "Then let's go."
I smiled at him. "Thank you."
"What for, not arguing?"
"Yeah."
"But I'm driving."
I didn't argue. I did get my vampire hunter kit and my equipment bag. The equipment bag was new, but it held more weapons. It carried lots of guns, lots of ammo, pointy weapons, and it all looked like a medium sized black duffel bag, luggage thing.
Micah didn't argue about the extra firepower. He just held the door for me, since I had a bag in each hand. We met Nathaniel coming up the sidewalk. He grinned at me, until he saw my face and the bags. "What's wrong? What's happened?"
I looked at Micah, and he looked at me. "She's got a warrant, so she can carry her entire kit with her."
"You aren't going to catch vampires with her, are you?"
I sighed. "Right now, we're going to go rescue Ronnie. She's drunk as a skunk over the river at Incubus Dreams. The bartender took her keys."
Nathaniel's eyebrows went up. "Why go to that dump?"
I laughed and dropped a bag so I could hug him. He hugged me back. "Come with us, and we'll discuss it in the car. I want to get there before she does something stupid."
"You mean like get drunk at a strip club where I know the dancers will do a lot more than just strip for money?"
I looked at him, and my eyes were wide. "Tell me you don't mean..."
He shrugged. "That's the rumor, and I believe the person who told me."
"Oh, shit." I started to run for the Jeep, because having sex with a prostitute stripper would qualify nicely as something Louie would regret in the morning. The trouble with that kind of revenge is that you regret it so much more than whoever you're trying to hurt. I threw the bags in the back. Micah drove, and Nathaniel got in the back. We were off to try to save Ronnie from a fate worse than death, or something like that.