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They laughed at him, and with me, which was good. The sergeant quieted the laughter with a gesture and said, “We do use nicknames, Marshal; do you want us to use yours?”
I looked at him. “You mean have you guys call me the Executioner, instead of Anita or Blake?”
He nodded.
“No, hell no. First, it’s too long for a call sign. Second, it’s not a name that I’ve ever heard spoken in a happy way.”
“Are you embarrassed by the name?” he asked.
“No, but it’s like Ivan the Terrible. I doubt seriously that anyone ever called him that to his face.”
“The vampires call you that to your face,” and Ca
I nodded. “Sometimes they do, but it’s mostly Executioner when they’re talking to me. They just leave off the the.”
“We can call you Executioner,” he said.
I sighed. “I’d rather you didn’t, Sergeant. I’ve had too many bad guys call me that while they tried to kill me. They look at the package and call me Executioner to make fun of me. How small, how delicate, how not deadly looking.”
“And after they make fun of you?” he asked, voice serious, eyes studying my face.
I met his gaze. “Then they die, Sergeant, or I wouldn’t be here.”
“I promise never to call you short again,” Davey said.
That broke the serious mood, and I was happy to laugh with everyone else.
“Anita, then, if you go out with us.”
“Whether you let me go with your team depends on how this little test goes, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.”
Lieutenant Grimes spoke from the door, and everyone swiveled to give him attention. It was automatic for them. “There are a lot of psychics in the world, Marshal Blake, but there aren’t many that are powerful enough to be useful and controlled enough to take into a firefight with you. We need to know how good your control is, and exactly what type of psychic you are. Some types of abilities clash, and if you clash with one of the men in this room, we’ll make certain you aren’t put on the same team.”
“I appreciate all the thought you’ve put into this, Lieutenant, but I also know that Ca
“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. “Ca
“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 Ca
“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.
Ca
“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,” Ca
“They also won’t be psychic enough to be a help, either,” I said.
“We can help ourselves,” Ca
“Can any of you sense the living dead?” I asked.
“None of us has a talent with vampires in particular, no.”
I stared into Ca
Ca
“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,” Ca
“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.
“Yes.”
I shrugged. “Fine, let’s get chairs.”
The men handed us up a chair apiece. We sat down facing each other. I lowered my shields a little, like partially opening a door. Not only could I feel Ca
“It works better if I can touch you,” he said.
I gave him a look.
He smiled. “So young to be so cynical.”
I held out my hands, still frowning. “Fine.”
He took my hands in his, and only then did he lower his own shields, only then did he reach out to me with that humming energy of his. Only then did I realize that touch makes all vampire powers worse, more, even if the vampire in question wears a uniform and has a heartbeat.