Crimson Death
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   “Both you and your father are taller than your grandfather, so it just made it funnier,” Edward said.
   Nolan laughed. “You were so confused when I introduced you to my gran-da, Young Brian, after meeting my da, Little Brian.”
   I perked up; if Edward had met Nolan’s family, maybe Nolan had met his. Edward said, “Let it go, Anita.”
   “How do you know what I was going to say?” I asked.
   He smiled at me, the smile that let me know he’d not only seen through me but out the other side, and knew exactly how eager I was to solve the mystery of Ted Forrester alias Edward.
   “Aww,” I said.
   Edward let his smile get a little bigger.
   Nolan was looking from one to the other of us. “Either you’ve gotten much more comfortable with women, or she really is your comrade in arms.”
   “I’m much better with women than I was that summer, but Anita is going to be my best man at my wedding.”
   “And you’re going to be mine,” I said.
   “Yeah,” he said, slipping back into his Ted voice. “I’ll be standing up with you, before you stand up with me.”
   “Yep,” I said, trying for a down-home drawl.
   “You really shouldn’t try to do accents, Anita; you suck at it,” he said in that middle-of-America, not-from-anywhere accent, the Texas/Oklahoma/Wyoming drawl of a second ago gone, and his voice crawling down into the cold-as-ice tones of the Edward I’d come to know and love.
   “He always picked up accents like that; within a week of going home with me he sounded like he was a local. If he hadn’t been so blue-eyed and fair-haired, he’d have been so much more useful as a covert operative,” Nolan said.
   “Contacts and hair dye fix a lot of problems,” Edward said, still in his own voice, and still crawling around the tones that would tickle along your neck and make you realize just how dangerous he might be.
   “You didn’t go into military covert ops,” Nolan said.
   “I didn’t say I did.”
   They had another moment of looking at each other. I couldn’t tell if they were best buds or hated each other. It was like it switched back and forth depending on what they were talking about, or their moods. Edward was usually pretty even-tempered, but Nolan seemed to bring out his moody-bastard side. It was like visiting family; the walk down memory lane could bring out the worst in all of us.
   “Does Van Cleef know your secret?” Edward asked.
   “Not twenty years ago.”
   “Now?”
   “He does.”
   “He must have given you hell for hiding it.”
   “I was attacked a few years back by a werewolf. I let everyone think that’s what did it.”
   “If he ever finds out you hid something he wants so badly . . . He’s disappeared people for less than this, Nolan.”
   “What do you mean, disappeared people?” Nathaniel asked.
   I patted his thigh. “Think the government safe houses for new lycanthropes, but more secret and probably more permanent than just a cell.”
   “That’s not far off,” Nolan said.
   “Have you helped disappear other shapeshifters?” Nathaniel asked.
   Nolan just looked at him, and it was my boy who looked away first. He looked at me with those beautiful eyes and he didn’t like this one little bit. Me either. It was like lately no matter where I went Van Cleef’s name kept coming up.
   “I’ve hunted rogues all over Europe. We were able to capture some of them alive,” Nolan said at last.
   “Is Van Cleef still chasing the same goal?”
   “If you mean super-soldiers, yes. That’s why he collected both of us.”
   “I remember,” Edward said.
   “I swear to you that he is not directly involved in this; it’s the Irish government wanting their own special-forces team.”
   “You know what I’ll do if you’re lying to me.”
   “The same thing I’d do.”
   Nathaniel said, “Did you both just threaten to kill each other?”
   I patted his leg again. “Let it go,” I said.
   “I’m not going to understand a lot of this, am I?”
   “No,” I said.
   “No,” Nicky said.
   Dev patted his other thigh. “Don’t feel too bad, Nathaniel. I’m more guy-guy than you are and I don’t understand it.”
   “But you understand, don’t you?” he asked me.
   “Yeah.”
   “Nicky?”
   “Yeah.”
   He looked across at the others. Pride shook his head. Jake and Kaazim understood.
   “We all give up pieces of ourselves to do the job,” Edward said.
   “Some of us give up more pieces of ourselves than others,” Nolan said, and it sounded almost accusatory.
   They looked at each other and you could just feel the years between them. Here was someone who had known Edward just as Van Cleef found him, found them both for some mysterious top secret assignment. What had he done to them? What had been so bad that it had made Edward leave the military? What had carved those lines on Nolan’s face? Had it been twenty years of working with Van Cleef? I didn’t know, but I would find out. I had the keys to Edward’s true past; I wasn’t going to let them go, as long as I didn’t have to meet Van Cleef to answer the riddle. Anyone who scared Edward that much was someone to avoid.
   “You have no idea how much I gave up to leave,” Edward said.
   “And you have no idea what I gave up to stay.”
   They looked at each other for another minute, and then Edward held out his hand. Nolan took it, and then he pulled Edward into a hug, and they held each other, not like lovers, but like friends, the kind of friends that you make while the bullets are flying and the enemy is anyone who is trying to kill you and the man beside you. Outside of combat you may not have a damned thing in common, but these are the friends who became family who can call you twenty years later and say, “I need your help,” and you help. Brothers in arms are brothers of blood, too; it’s just not always their own blood that gets spilled to cement the bond.
 
 
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   EDWARD’S CELL PHONE sounded. “Police,” he said, and answered it. He listened and finally said, “We’ll be there as soon as we can, if Captain Nolan will act as transport.” He handed the phone to Nolan. “They want to talk to you.”