“Celia.” I recognized Barbara’s voice. She spoke softly and clearly. “You need to go. If they see you over the body like this…”
“Pressure, blood loss.” I couldn’t seem to manage a full sentence, and there was a definite lisp to my s sounds.
“I’ve got it. Go. You’re burning and glowing. They’ll shoot you on sight if they see you like this.”
I nodded. Staggering to my feet, I lurched over to my nearby rental SUV. I prayed I hadn’t locked the doors—and I hadn’t. I hauled myself inside, slamming the door behind me.
The relief was instantaneous. I hadn’t consciously acknowledged the pain of the sun burning my skin, but now tears of relief poured unheeded down my cheeks as I lay panting, curled in the fetal position, on the smooth leather seats.
The back of my mind heard the ambulance and police cars arrive, but I didn’t move. I lay still in the hot, dim interior of the SUV, too weak to move, whether from post-traumatic shock or reaction to the fight with my inner vampire, I couldn’t say. Either way, I was going nowhere and was grateful to be left alone. Footsteps, voices, the sound of vehicles pulling out of the parking lot—I ignored them all.
Eventually there was a soft tap on the driver’s-side window. I groaned, raising myself onto one elbow just as the door opened.
Sunlight hit me like a club. I threw my arm in front of my face and hissed. Just like in the movies.
“Whoa. Easy, Celia. Easy.” Alex’s voice was both gentle and stern. It’s an unusual combination, but it works for her.
I swallowed hard. Lowering my arm, I turned so I could sit up. “Ssssorry. What are you doing here?” I knew it was her day off, so I was surprised she’d caught this case.
“Barbara called me. She said you saved the victim and that you were in a bad way. She was afraid if any of the other cops saw you they’d shoot you, stake you, and take off your head.”
Thank God for Barbara and her quick thinking.
“Do you want my statement?” I spoke carefully so that I wouldn’t lisp or hiss.
“I’ll send Charles over in a minute. I wanted to give you your jacket and make sure you were capable of giving a statement before I let him talk to you.”
“Thanks.” I took the jacket from her hand. I was wearing a pretty lacy bra, and it felt wrong not having a top over it in public. I shifted in my seat and shrugged into the jacket, wincing a little as the fabric touched my quickly healing sunburn. Buttoned, it made me look like a Frederick’s of Hollywood model, but I felt better. I’d take all the help I could get. “Alex, do me a favor.”
“What?” She sounded suspicious.
“Grab me a piece of gravel from the parking lot.”
She blinked a couple of times before bending down and doing what I asked. As she reached out to hand it to me, she said, “Mind telling me why?”
“It’s for Dottie. I figured I might have her take a look to see what actually happened.”
Alex let out a low whistle. “It takes some serious chops for a clairvoyant to do that sort of thing. We don’t have anybody on staff with that much power.”
“Yeah, well, it takes a lot out of her, so I don’t ask her to do it too often. In fact, the way she strained herself yesterday, I’m thinking she won’t be able to do it at all. Still, it doesn’t hurt to pick up a piece. Just in case.”
Alex sighed. “Yeah. Though the judge might not admit the evidence or testimony anyway.” There had been a lot of rulings recently against the use of magic in police investigations. The theory was that magic was too easy to manipulate with illusion—which is true, up to a point. It was tying the hands of the cops who were just trying to do their jobs.
Alex shook her head ruefully. “I bet it’s something to see.”
I fought not to shudder. The first time I’d seen Dottie do this particular trick, I’d gotten to witness my own murder. Not exactly a pleasant memory. “If we wind up doing it, I’ll give you a call.”
“I might just take you up on that. But first, you need to give a statement. You okay to do that now?”
I took a deep breath. I felt better, more like myself than I had a few minutes earlier. “Yeah.”
She gave a brisk nod, then stood up and stepped away from the SUV, shutting the door.
She was back in less than a minute, accompanied by another detective. I assumed that meant he’d been waiting nearby for the all clear. Smart move. Everyone was being careful around me, but at the same time they were giving me the chance to control myself, to show that I was not a monster. I appreciated that, quite a lot. At one time a large number of cops in the department had been actively seeking an excuse to execute me. Times and things had changed for the better. I wanted to keep them that way.
When the car door opened again, I was ready and didn’t react to the sunlight. Instead, I smiled, careful not to show fangs, and said, “Hello.”
“Hello, Ms. Graves. I’m Charles Andrulis.” The man in the doorway stood back just a bit, holding up the gold badge of a detective. He was a small man, probably barely made the minimum height requirements for the force. His features reminded me of a pet ferret one of my former clients had doted on—sharp features, bright dark eyes, and just a hint of sharp teeth. Not that I actually saw his teeth. But the impression was there just the same.
He looked me over appraisingly, taking in everything from the perspiration coating my skin to the drying blood on my hands. “I understand you were the first one out of the building and that you gave first aid to the victim. Is that correct?”
“Yes. We’d been talking inside. She got upset and left. I heard the shot. People inside the restaurant were diving for cover, so I went out the patio doors to see if I could help.” I looked at Alex, who was standing behind Andrulis. “Any chance you could get me my purse from inside? I’d really like to turn on the AC. I’m roasting.”
Alex nodded and left. Andrulis watched her go, then turned back to me. “Is there something you wanted to say to me without her here?” He pulled a little handheld recorder out of his jacket pocket. It was the tape kind, not digital, and I could see the little wheels turning when he pressed the button to start the machine.
“No. I’m just hot. I’d take off my jacket, but…”
“But you used your shirt to help stop the bleeding.” He smiled at me. It was a good smile.
“How is Michelle? Is she going to make it?”
“The victim’s name is Michelle?”
It occurred to me that the girl hadn’t officially introduced herself. “Michelle Andrews, I think. Her mother’s name was Abigail Andrews, so I’m guessing her last name is Andrews, too.”
He nodded, and although he didn’t write it down, I could tell he was committing the information to memory. “You’re a bodyguard. Did Ms. Andrews tell you why she was in danger or who might be after her?”
“Actually, no. She came looking for me because I’d met with her mother before Abigail’s death. When I told her what we’d discussed, she didn’t believe me.
“I can understand why it was a shock. Apparently Abigail never told Michelle she might be in danger and also never told her that she was adopted. Michelle was pretty much in denial about everything—being in danger, being adopted, and that the woman whose body was found was her mother. She stormed off. Then she got shot.”
He nodded in acknowledgment as Alex arrived and handed me my purse. I found the keys to the SUV and stuck them in the ignition. “Do you want to get in? The air conditioner will work better if the door’s closed.”
Charles climbed into the passenger seat while Alex got in the back. The detective raised his brows a bit but didn’t argue. Neither did I.
I started the vehicle, and soon blessedly cool air was blasting out of the vents. I felt better immediately and gave a little sigh of appreciation.
Andrulis resumed his questioning. “You said Abigail Andrews hired you to protect Michelle.”
“No. I said we met. She didn’t hire me. She didn’t like me. Part of that was because she wasn’t wearing a charm against siren influence. But it was also because I pushed her. She didn’t give me a straight story and I didn’t want to take a job blind. So she left. That was the last I saw of her.”
“Yet you say she’s dead.”
“A woman matching Abigail Andrews’s description was kidnapped. A couple of days later, a body was found that could be her. I know that because I was questioned after the police found out she’d met with me.”
“I see.” He cast a brief but meaningful look over the back of the seat. Alex gave him her sweetest smile in return.
“Ms. Graves, I understand that you were attacked recently and wound up hospitalized as a result. Is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think that attack was connected to this incident or to the kidnapping and possible murder of Abigail Andrews?”
He meant it to be an aggressive question, but I wasn’t thrown. I mean, seriously, he had to ask. Too, I had nothing to hide.
“Yes. I do. The attack was supposed to scare me away from taking the assignment. I told them that I hadn’t been hired, but that didn’t matter. The man in the hologram wanted me scared and he wanted to hurt me.”
“The man in the hologram?”
“It’s in my report, Charles,” Alex growled.
“Of course.”
“The man in the hologram was the one in charge. I don’t know his name. I’ve been going through mug shots, but I haven’t had a lot of luck.”
“We had a hit on the artist’s rendering in the prison database,” Alex said.
“Who was it?” Andrulis asked before I could.
“Connor Finn.”
Oh, fuck a duck.
17
In college, I majored in paranormal studies. As part of my classwork, I took two semesters of the history of magic. One semester dealt primarily with the mage wars. The second included an eight-week session on the Finn/Garza feud.