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“I’ve killed master vampires before, none of them with a stake.”
“How then?”
I smiled. “No, Mr. Inger, if you want lessons in vampire slaying, you’re
going to have to go elsewhere. Just by answering your questions, I could be
charged as an accessory to murder.”
“Would you tell us if we had a better plan?” Inger said.
I thought about that for a minute. Jean-Claude dead, really dead. It would
certainly make my life easier, but… but.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Why not?”
“Because I think he’ll kill you. I don’t give humans over to the monsters,
Mr. Inger, not even people who hate me.”
“We don’t hate you Ms. Blake.”
I motioned with the coffee mug towards Ruebens. “Maybe you don’t, but he
does.”
Ruebens just glared at me. At least he didn’t try to deny it.
“If we come up with a better plan, can we talk to you again?” Inger asked.
I stared at Ruebens’s angry little eyes. “Sure, why not?”
Inger stood and offered me his hand. “Thank you, Ms. Blake. You have been
most helpful.”
His hand enveloped mine. He was a large man, but he didn’t try using his
size to make me feel small. I appreciated that.
“The next time we meet, Anita Blake, you will be more cooperative.” Ruebens
said.
“That sounded like a threat, Jerry.”
Ruebens smiled, a most unpleasant smile. “Humans First believes the means
justifies the end, Anita.”
I opened my royal purple suit jacket. Inside was a shoulder holster
complete with a Browning Hi-Power 9mm. The purple skirt’s thin black belt was
just sturdy enough to be looped through the shoulder holster. Executive
terrorist chic.
“When it comes to survival, Jerry, I believe that, too.”
“We have not offered you violence,” Inger said.
“No, but ol’ Jerry here is thinking about it. I just want him and the rest
of your little group to believe I’m serious. Mess with me, and people are
going to die.”
“There are dozens of us,” Ruebens said, “and only one of you.”
“Yeah, but who’s going to be first in line?” I said.
“Enough of this, Jeremy, Ms. Blake. We didn’t come here to threaten you. We
came for your help. We will come up with a better plan and talk to you again.”
“Don’t bring him,” I said.
“Of course,” Inger said. “Come along, Jeremy.” He opened the door. The soft
clack of computer keys came from the outer office. “Good-bye Ms. Blake.”
“Good-bye, Mr. Inger, it’s been really unpleasant.”
Ruebens stopped in the doorway and hissed at me, “You are an abomination
before God.”
“Jesus loves you, too,” I said, smiling. He slammed the door behind them.
Childish.
I sat on the edge of my desk and waited to make sure they had left before
going outside. I didn’t think they’d try anything in the parking lot, but I