Bloodfever
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I saw it then, in his eyes. Something had happened to the inspector recently that had drastically changed his paradigm. I had no idea what had shaken the hard-boiled, overworked, fact-finding detective from his pragmatic view of the world but he, too, was now thinking outside his box.
I needed him back inside his boxASAP. Outside the box in this city was a dangerous place to be.
I thought fast. I didnt have much to work with. Inspector, I said, sweetening and softening my Georgia drawl, putting on the southern, as we call it back home, a sort of verbal honey-butter that masks the unpalatable taste of whatever were slathering it on, I know you must think me a complete idiot, coming over here and questioning your investigative techniques when anyone can see youre the expert in the field and I dont have an ounce of training in detecting matters, and I appreciate how patient youve been with me, but I no longer have any concerns about your investigation into my sisters death. I know now that you did everything you could to solve her case. I meant to stop by and speak with you before I left, butwell, the truth is I was feeling a bit embarrassed about our previous encounters. I went back to the alley the other day and took a good look around, without crying and letting my emotions get away from me, and I realized that my sister didnt leave me any clues. It was grief and anger and a whole boatload of wishful thinking on my part. Whatever was scratched into that alley had been done years ago.
Whatever was scratched into that alley? ODuffy repeated carefully, and I knew he was recalling how adamant Id been only last week about exactly what was scratched into that alley.
Really, I could barely make it out at all. It might have been anything.
Is that so, Ms. Lane?
Yes. And I meant to tell you it wasnt her cosmetic bag, either. I got that mixed up, too. Mom said she gave Alina the silver one and it wasnt quilted. Mom wanted us to be able to tell them apart. We were forever arguing over whose was what and what was whose. The fact is I was grasping at straws and Im sorry I wasted your time. You were right when you told me I should pack up, go home, and help my family get through these difficult times.
I see, he said slowly, and I was afraid he really didright through me.
Didnt overworked, underpaid civil servants only grease squeaky wheels? I wasnt squeaking anymore, so why wasnt he getting the message and holstering his oilcan? Alinas case had been closed before Id come over, hed refused to reopen it, and Id be darned if he was reopening it now. Hed get himself killed!
I abandoned the oversweetened drawl. Look, Inspector, what Im saying is that Ive given up. Im not asking you or anyone else to continue the investigation. I know your department is overloaded. I know there are no leads. I know its unsolved and I accept that my sisters case is closed.
Howsuddenly mature of you, Ms. Lane.
A sisters death canmake a girl grow up fast. That much was true.
I guess that means youll be flying home soon, then.
Tomorrow, I lied.
What airline?
Continental.
What flight?
I can never remember. Ive got it written down somewhere. Upstairs.
What time?
Eleven thirty-five.
Who beat you?
I blinked, fumbling for an answer. I could hardly say I stabbed a vampire and he tried to kill me. I fell. On the stairs.
Got to be careful there. Stairs can be tricky. He looked around the room. Which stairs?
Theyre in the back.
How did you bang up your face? Hit the banister?
Uh-huh.
Whos Barrons?
What?
This store is called Barrons Books and Baubles. I wasnt able to find anything in public records about an owner, dates of sale for the building, or even a business license. In fact, although this address shows on my maps, to all intents and purposes, the building doesnt exist. So, whos Barrons?
Im the owner of this bookstore. Why?
I jerked, stifling a gasp. Sneaky man. He was standing right behind us, the epitome of stillness, one hand on the back of the sofa, dark hair slicked back from his face, his expression arrogant and cold. No surprise there. Barrons is arrogant and cold. Hes also wealthy, strong, brilliant, and a walking enigma. Most women seem to find him drop-dead sexy, too. Thankfully Im not most women. I dont get off on danger. I get off on a man with strong moral fiber. The closest Barrons ever gets to fiber is walking down the cereal aisle at the grocery store.
I wondered how long hed been there. With him you never know.
The inspector stood, looking mildly rattled. He took in Barrons size, his steel-toed boots, the hardwood floors. Jericho Barrons is a tall, powerfully built man. I knew ODuffy was wondering how he could have failed to hear him approach. I no longer waste time wondering about that sort of thing. In fact, so long as he keeps watching my back, Ill continue to ignore the fact that Barrons doesnt seem to be governed by the natural laws of physics.
Id like to see some identification, growled the inspector.
I fully expected Barrons to toss ODuffy from the shop on his ear. He had no legal compulsion to comply and Barrons doesnt suffer fools lightly. In fact, he doesnt suffer them at all, except me, and thats only because he needs me to help him find the Sinsar Dubh. Not that Im a fool. If Ive been guilty of anything, its having the blithely sunny disposition of someone who enjoyed a happy childhood, loving parents, and long summers of lazy-paddling ceiling fans and small-town drama in the Deep South whichwhile its greatdoesnt do a thing to prepare you for life beyond that.