Skin Trade (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter 17) - Page 40

Chapter 39

THE LAST TIME I'd been with SWAT, we'd come through the door with flash-bang grenades and a green light to shoot everything inside the condo but the victim we were trying to save. This time, we knocked.

Sergeant Hooper called out from behind the shield guy, who turned out to be Hitch, who was almost as broad through the shoulders as I was tall. "Vegas Police, search warramt. Open the door!" He had a nice loud voice, a drill sergeant voice. Even being prepared, it made me jump a little. He repeated it twice more.

Victor's energy poured across the heat from behind us, well behind us. Since he wasn't close enough to yell, he'd compromised by sending his energy ahead of him. In some ways it was better than his voice. People might imitate a voice, but no one could imitate that roll of power. In some ways it was not better than his voice. His voice wouldn't have pressed against my throat, like a hand that wanted inside. I had to up my metaphysical shields to get the energy to back off enough for me not to almost taste it. It was like pushing against some huge weight, to move his power away from me. I'd never felt any lycanthrope with this kind of power.

Gregory Minns would feel all that energy coming from his clan's "king," and if he was a good guy, he'd open the door. If he was a bad guy, he'd run, or he'd fight.

I tightened my grip on Hooper's vest and fought to keep my pulse even. I could feel the adrenaline coming off the other men, and my own tension; so much could go wrong. Victor's power just made it worse for me. If I hadn't fought it off, maybe it would have been soothing, but I couldn't afford to embrace it. The tigers inside me liked it too much. I got a glimpse behind my eyes of them putting their heads up and roaring in that coughing, harsh sound that tigers do. My body vibrated with it, and all I could do was fight to keep my pulse even and my breathing slow, because until I lost control of my body, my beasts could not hurt me. Much.

I really wished that Victor had been allowed to talk through the door.

Sanchez said, "What the hell is that? Is it the tiger inside?"

"Quiet," Hooper said.

Sanchez could feel Victor's energy and maybe my tigers. I'd have to remember that he could feel the energy. It might change what I did when we got inside.

Hooper yelled again, "Minns, open up!"

I felt energy moving in the house, almost like one of those infrared pictures, except it was a feeling, not a visual. I almost said, He's at the door, but all I knew for certain was that it was a weretiger. It didn't have to be Minns. I was debating on whether I should say that I could "feel" a tiger on the other side of the door when the weretiger called out.

A man's voice called from behind the door. "I'm opening the door now. Don't shoot me, okay?" The door started to open, but the SWAT never gave him a chance to finish the gesture. They poured in, and I poured with them, dragged along by my hand on Hooper.

There was a lot of yelling. "Hands on your head! Get on your knees!" Minns did what he was told and was in a circle of weapons and officers. He looked calm enough. Calmer, frankly, than he should have been at the center of that circle. The calm bothered me.

His hair was actually pale blond, not white. I caught glimpses of his eyes through the legs and bodies of the officers. The eyes were that pale, perfect tiger blue, and he seemed to have no other goal than to look at me. I didn't like that either.

The white tigress did, though. She paced closer to my surface. I kept controlling my breathing, counting my pulse down, but I could feel Minns's power. Again, like Victor it was more, different, somehow. Something about the dominants of this clan gave them more... crunchy goodness, as if I should have been able to eat the power, and it would have been something with texture and caramel in the middle. Something you had to chew and swallow hard to get down, but it would be sweet, and you'd want another bite.

He stared at me while they cuffed him and put ankle cuffs on, too. They were taking no chances. He let them do whatever they wanted and just kept staring at me, and I seemed unable to move from the weight of that stare.

"I would have opened the door for you, little queen, all you had to do was ask," he said, in a voice that held weight and had too much intensity to it.

Hooper glanced up at me. "Is he talking to you, Anita?"

I just nodded.

Edward touched my arm, and it helped, but I kept staring into those pale eyes. Bernardo actually stepped between me and Minns. He broke the gaze line, and I could suddenly step back. What the fuck was wrong with me?

I stepped away from Minns and the other SWAT and went to stand near the door. Edward asked, low, "What's wrong?"

I shook my head. "I'm not sure."

"You acted like he had vampire gaze and had rolled you."

"I know." I tried to shove the tigers deeper into me, but Victor's energy just rolled over and around me. It was like the air was alive with it. The energy was keeping the tigers closer to the surface of me. Damn it.

Hooper joined us. "What just happened between you and Minns over there?"

I hate explaining metaphysics to the nonpsychic. It's like explaining daylight to someone who's been raised in a cave. You know that fire is light, but how do you explain that the fire that cooks your food can be so bright that it takes up the whole sky? You can't, but you still try.

"I think he likes me."

Hooper gave me a hard look, and it was a good one. His gray eyes were as cold as Edward's could get; almost. "No one makes friends that quick, Blake. You know him, and he knows you."

"I swear to you that I have never met this man before."

"He has a pet name for you, Blake. Little queen; cute. You don't give pet names to people you don't know."

I was debating on how much to try to explain to Hooper when I felt Victor getting closer. I knew he was walking toward the house. Shit.

I shook my head. "I need Victor to tone down his energy or I'm going to drown."

"What?"

Sanchez said, "The weretiger outside is pushing his power like some freaking river at the house. I know it calmed the weretiger on the floor, but my skin is crawling with it, Sonny."

Hooper looked from one to the other of us. He toned down his anger with a visible effort. "So you and Sanchez are picking up on Victor's power?"

"Yes," I said.

"Fine, that explains why you're pale. It doesn't explain how Minns, who you say you've never met, has a pet name for you, and said he'd have opened his door for you if you'd just asked. I'm sorry, that kind of talk says serious girlfriend."

"Or good lay." This from Bernardo.

We all frowned at him. He raised his hands as if to say sorry. "I'm just saying that some women have that effect on you."

"Don't help me," I said.

He grinned at me and wandered back toward the center of the room and our waiting "suspect." Hooper gave me that cold look again. "He's right, though."

"Look, little queen is what the tigers call me, apparently."

"Why, and how would Minns know that, since you just got to town today?"

Sanchez and I both looked toward the door because we could feel all that power about to walk in. Sanchez actually raised his M4 up but didn't point it; I fought to just caress mine. Victor came through the door, like we'd known he would.

Sanchez said, "Sarge, can you tell the leading citizen over there to tone the power down? I'm going to get a power headache."

"You tell him, Sanchez, the marshal and I aren't through talking yet."

Sanchez gave me a look, almost of sympathy, then went for the door and Victor with his police escort. Hooper turned back to me. Edward had stepped up beside me, sort of protective, maybe. Olaf had drifted over, but was keeping his eye mostly on the weretiger. Nice to know he didn't let his interest in me interfere with business. I couldn't tell if Edward was supporting my cause with Hooper, or if he was closer to me for Olaf's benefit.

"Shaw said you knew more than you were saying, but I was willing to believe that he was letting personal issues cloud his judgment." Hooper shook his head. "But now your little friend over there has outed you, Blake. When did you meet him?"

The air seemed less heavy suddenly, as if I'd been struggling to breathe but hadn't realized it until the moment there was more air. I looked over at the door and found Victor inside the room and Sanchez giving me a thumbs-up. I returned the gesture. It was actually kind of nice not to be the only one bothered by the psychic shit. Freakiness likes company.

"I met Gregory Minns just minutes ago. You've seen all the interaction I've ever had with him."

"You are lying," Hooper said.

"She's not lying," Edward said.

"I don't need to hear from her boyfriend."

"Would it do any good to say that he's not my boyfriend?" I said.

"No," Hooper said, "the minute that weretiger called you sweet nicknames, you lost credibility with me, Blake."

"I am sorry that my attempt to calm Gregory spread to you and Officer Sanchez, Marshal Blake," Victor said as he walked toward us. His power was tight like a drum. I could feel the vibration of it, but that was all. He'd locked it down tight.

"As long as it wasn't on purpose, we're cool."

"You've felt what my mother can do; trust me, on purpose would be worse."

I nodded. I believed him.

"When did you first meet Marshal Blake, Mr. Belleci?" Hooper asked.

"This afternoon," he said.

"When did Gregory Minns first meet her?"

Victor frowned at him. "I don't believe they have met."

"He called her his little queen. That's pretty personal for strangers."

Victor smiled, then fought not to. "Little queen is our nickname for Marshal Blake."

"You met her this afternoon, and she already has a nickname; right. And Minns, who just met her, knew the nickname enough to use it. Don't yank my chain. One of you, or all of you, are lying."

"I swear to you that we just met Marshal Blake. Her rather unusual psychic abilities hit the radar for the tigers as a little queen. It's not a personal nickname but more a title."

"And she earned this title how?"

"By the feel of her psychic energy."

"Sanchez," Hooper said.

"She is a powerful psychic, Sarge."

"I know what Cannibal said, but I need to know if her power would do what Victor here says, or whether they're all lying."

"She shields good. I'd have to read her on purpose to answer that question, and that's against psychic protocol without permission of the other psychic, or except in an emergency situation where lives are in danger."

"You sound like you're quoting regs," I said.

He nodded. "I am."

"Cannibal is just outside with the doc. He could read you again," Hooper said.

I shook my head. "I won't give permission for him to be in my head again."

"Then I want Sanchez to read you. I want to know if you are powerful enough to set off the weretigers like this."

"It may not be as powerful for him, since he's human," Victor said.

"He's my practitioner, and I want him to read her, and you, stay the fuck away from my team."

I sighed and turned to Sanchez. "What do you need from me to make this work?"

"Drop your shields," Sanchez said.

I shook my head. "I can't drop them all."

"Ease down, then," he said.

"Can Victor be farther away?"

"Why?" Hooper asked.

"I seem to have trouble shielding against his clan. I don't know why, but their power seems to fuck with me."

Hooper said, "Georgie, escort Mr. Belleci outside the building."

Georgie came and did it, without a question. It was one of the things that most of the cops were better at than those of us in the preternatural marshal program: following orders without debate.

Victor let himself be led out. Then the others moved back a little, as if we'd asked, though we hadn't. Sanchez and I stood in the middle of Minns's living room, with its dark brown carpet and nondescript living room set. People always want the houses of the preternatural to be unusual, but in truth, most of them look like everyone else's. Going furry once a month doesn't make you that different.

Sanchez slipped off more of his headgear, his black hair wet with sweat. "Ready?"

I took a deep breath and eased down my shields. This far from Jean-Claude and all my people, I wasn't dropping all of it. No way. It was more like cracking a window on a car to let the breeze inside.

Sanchez took his glove off one hand and held it near me, as if he could feel heat. "God, your aura crackles with energy. It's like if you let all your shields down, you'd burn." Then his eyes rolled back into his head, behind fluttering eyelids. "But it would burn black, as if the night could catch fire and eat the world."

He stumbled, and I reached for him automatically. His hand convulsed on mine, and suddenly my shields came down. We were both on our knees, as if we'd been hit. The psychic hammer had hit us both, and there was nothing we could do but ride the power. I hadn't thought that they might have another practitioner that would scare me. I was so used to being the biggest bugbear in the room psychically that it had never occurred to me that Sanchez might be one, too. Now, it was too late, and the bear was going to eat us both.

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