Skin Trade(20)
“I appreciate all the thought you’ve put into this, Lieutenant, but I also know that Cannibal here is testing your men at the same time he tests me. He wants to know if they can stay in the room while he tastes my power and not be affected. Yeah, you want to know if my powers clash with your men’s, but it’s also another test for your own practitioners.”
“We lost one of them, Marshal. One of our best. We have precious little time to get you up to speed, and for you to get us up to speed. You hunted this vampire before, and we need to know what you know.”
“It’s in the reports,” I said.
He shook his head. “Cannibal’s abilities will tell us whether your reports were accurate.”
“You mean, if I lied.”
He smiled and shook his head. “Left out things, not lied. You’re dating the master of your city, Marshal, living with him; we need to know if that has compromised your loyalties.”
“Thanks for the politeness, Lieutenant; the last Vegas cop who asked me accused me of fucking everything that moved.”
Grimes made a face of distaste. “None of my men would ever have said that to you, but I apologize to you for the abuse of our city’s hospitality.”
“Thank you, Lieutenant, I appreciate that.”
“Wizard was Cannibal’s second-in-command for this squad.”
“Wizard was the man you lost,” I said.
He nodded. “We need to see how you fit in here, and we have maybe an hour to do it, before we have to deliver you back to Shaw.” Not Sheriff Shaw, I noticed; I wondered if he’d figured out who’d insulted me.
Cannibal spoke, turning me back to look at him. “If you were like our own executioner and just used weapons, we’d try to find time to put you on the range, but it’s your psychic abilities that will mess us up the most. We can always take your weapons away, but we can’t take the rest.”
“If I don’t pass your test, what then?”
“I won’t endanger my men,” Grimes said, “if you are the danger, Marshal Blake.”
“If I do pass?” I asked.
“Then we’ll help you serve your warrant,” Grimes said.
“If you don’t pass, there are other vampire hunters in town,” Cannibal said, “ones that aren’t psychic enough to be a problem.”
“They also won’t be psychic enough to be a help, either,” I said.
“We can help ourselves,” Cannibal said.
“Can any of you sense the living dead?” I asked.
“None of us has a talent with vampires in particular, no.”
I stared into Cannibal’s dark eyes as I said, “The dead come in lots of flavors, not just vampires, Cannibal.” I took that small step closer to him, not quite invading his personal space. I spoke low. “Just as vampires come in different flavors, too.”
Cannibal smiled, and again I got that flash of anticipation from him. “Let’s do this, then.”
“Let’s.”
Louder, for the room-his lieutenant and his men-he said, “Are you ready, Anita?”
“How ready do you want me to be?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you want me to try to keep you out, or do you want me to cooperate with your little mind-reading act?”
“I’d love to try to breach your shields sometime, but we don’t have time, and the last psychic who played that game with me had to be taken out in an ambulance.”
“Are you that good, or that bad?” I asked.
One of the men made a noise, like ooh. We ignored him. “I’m good,” Cannibal said, “unless you fight me; then it’s bad for you.”
“If we had time I’d make you prove that, but we don’t, so I’ll drop my shields enough to let you in, but I won’t drop them completely. Please, don’t try to force them all the way down.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because not only can I sense the dead, but sometimes they can sense me. If you breach all my shields, I’ll shine like a beacon, and all the vampires in the area will know something supernatural is in town. I’d rather not advertise quite that loudly yet.”
“I don’t think you’re lying about that, which means you’re not exaggerating.”
“I try not to exaggerate, Sergeant; the truth is strange enough without that.”
“I’ll be careful of your shields, Anita.”
“Okay, how do we do this?”
“Sitting down,” he said.
“In case one of us falls down,” I said.
“Something like that.”
“You really do believe you’re the strongest psychic in this room, don’t you?” I asked.