Skin Trade

Chapter 35-36

Chapter 35
EDWARD'S VOICE IN my ear said, "We've got Max's son, Victor, out here with bodyguards. We're letting Victor through, but we're keeping the bodyguards."
"We've got another half-dozen tigers in here with us. They came out of the far rooms," Bernardo said.
"This just keeps getting better," Edward said, and the sarcasm came through the earpiece loud and clear.
The blue tiger inside me pressed closer to the surface of me. I had an image of her face against mine, trying to get closer so she could sniff the air.
The doors opened and a tall, broad-shouldered man in an expensive tailored suit strode through. His white hair was cut very short, and in one of those cuts that looked like it had been done one hair at a time. He actually wore those pale yellow sunglasses over his eyes. The glasses weren't dark enough to do a damn thing against the Vegas sun. Was he trying to pass for human? If that was the idea, then he needed to tone down the energy that boiled off him.
That wash of energy turned the blue tiger snarling toward him. I would have fallen forward if Domino and Crispin hadn't caught me.
"You're going to bring her beast, Mother," he said, and he kept coming toward us. The blue tiger didn't like that. The white one did. Black was just content to cuddle Domino. The blue tiger tried to turn me toward the boy. The white liked Victor. The black was fine. It was like having three different roommates inside me, and all of them liked different guys.
"You have no right to interfere," Bibiana said.
"Father warned you against this," he said, and he was at our side. He knelt in the dark suit, his eyes hidden behind the glasses, but no amount of colored glass could hide the power spilling off him. The power was enough that the white tiger knew what we'd find behind the glasses.
I came to my knees. Crispin had to let go of my hand, but he touched my shoulder. Domino slipped lower down my body like a reluctant piece of clothing. My hands went to those glasses.
Victor caught my hands in his. He stared into my face as if he were trying to see through me. He raised my hands to his face and sniffed my skin. "Impossible."
"I told you, Victor, she carries them all," Bibiana said.
He rose up from my skin. I could see his eyes clearly, but the pale yellow lenses stole what I needed to see. My voice sounded like a stranger in my head when I said, "Take them off."
He blinked at me. "What?"
I repeated it. "Take them off."
"Why?" he asked, and let go of my hands.
I shook my head because I wasn't sure, and then the answer came, "I have to see your eyes."
"Why?" he said, again.
I reached upward, and this time he didn't stop me. I touched the thin wire frames of his glasses and pulled them gently down, until I was looking into pale blue tiger eyes. They were a deeper blue than Crispin's eyes, but still a color and a shape that you wouldn't mistake for human unless you wanted not to see what was there.
I knelt in front of him, with his glasses in my hands, and stared up into those eyes. But it wasn't just the eyes; they were only a sign of what my tigress needed. It was the power in him. I hadn't understood until that moment how weak every other weretiger I'd touched had been.
Victor stared down at me with those perfect eyes. He swallowed hard enough that I heard it. His voice was a little shaky as he said, "You really are another queen, aren't you?"
I leaned in toward him. I wasn't aiming for a kiss. It was more as if there were gravity to his power, and it drew me in.
He stood up, stumbling a little. I reached for him, and it was Crispin who drew me back. He and Domino pulled me back into their arms, but it was like I could hear music in my head that I'd never heard before. Victor's power drowned out their touch.
Victor put the glasses back on and turned to his mother. "Father expressly forbade you from calling her power until he had met with her."
"I am Chang here, not you," she said.
"You rule the clan of the white tiger. I have never disputed that, but Father has put me in charge of other parts of his domain. When you put the tigers' power above the good of this city and the other citizens, then you have broken your master, my father's, rules."
"Would you deny Domino and Cynric the only queen of their clan they may ever meet?"
"I would never stand in the way of another clan's destiny, Mother, but you cannot feed Cynric to her. Look at what she has already done to Crispin and Domino."
Something about the way he said it made me look at the two weretigers still beside me. Crispin had looked at me with that devotion before, but to see it in Domino's face was just wrong. A look of puppyish devotion in that angry, arrogant face; it hurt my heart to see it. Not because I cared for him, because you can't care for someone you've just met, but because no adult should look at anyone like that. It was a look I'd seen before, on the faces of vampires. I was a true necromancer and called to all the dead, but I wasn't supposed to call to the wereanimals like this, not like this.
"Oh, God," I said, and tried to stand up. Domino clung to me, and I fought the urge to slap at him in a kind of panic. "I fed on your anger, damn it. I fed on your anger so you wouldn't look at me like that!"
He gave me calm eyes, and he shouldn't have.
"Fuck," I said.
"Talk to me, Anita, Bernardo. What's happening?" Edward asked.
"Wait, Edward, just wait." I turned to Victor. "Can you fix this?"
Bernardo said, "Anita has it under control." The look on his face didn't match the surety of his words, but he was giving me the benefit of the doubt.
Victor looked where I was pointing, at Domino. "You mean undo your possession of him?"
"Yes," I said.
"You are queen," Bibiana said, "you do not ask any male for such help."
"Fine, can you undo it?" I asked.
Victor studied me some more. "You said you fed on his anger. I thought the ardeur was all about sex."
"I can feed on anger, too. I thought if I didn't feed on lust, or love, for your people that I wouldn't bind them to me. I don't want any more men, damn it."
"Jean-Claude can't feed on anger, can he?" Victor asked.
That was a little too close to truths we didn't want to share with anyone. That I had powers that my master didn't share. I tried to be cool about it, but my pulse had sped. Weretigers are like living lie detectors. They can sense, smell, all those little involuntary body functions.
"Can either of you make it so he isn't"-I waved a hand at Domino-"like this?"
"It may pass on its own," Victor said.
"Are you sure?"
He smiled. "No, but what you've done seems to be a combination of vampire and Chang tiger. You've rolled him. If you leave him alone, he may recover. If it's more vampire than wereanimal, then you know that you'll be able to repossess him anytime you want."
I licked my lips and said the only truth I had. "I don't want to possess anybody."
"I felt your power. I felt you shove it into my mother. I felt it blocks away."
"Would it sound childish to say she started it?"
He gave a quick smile. "It's a little childish, but I know my mother."
"Victor," Bibiana said.
"You know you tried to raise her tigers, Mother. You know you provoked her power. Don't deny it."
"I would never deny it," she said.
Bernardo said, "Chang-Bibiana promised that if Marshal Blake could call Crispin away from her, she would answer our questions."
Bibiana wouldn't look at anyone in the room.
"Did you promise the marshals that, Mother?"
She gave a little nod, still not looking at anyone.
"Then answer her questions, like you promised."
I did my best not to glance at the blue boy. "I think a little privacy would be good before we start discussing an ongoing police investigation."
"I don't want to leave," he said.
Ava tugged on him. "Come on, Cynric."
"No," he said, and pulled away from her. "You're not pure. You don't know how it feels to be part of a clan."
"Cynric," Bibiana said, and her anger cracked like a hot whip through the room, "you will show Ava the respect she deserves. One of our brethren attacked her. He broke the most sacred rule among the clans. She is not one who sought this life."
He looked sullen for a moment, then guilty. "I'm sorry, Ava. I didn't mean it."
She smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "It's all right, Cynric, but let's leave the marshals to talk to Bibiana and Victor." He let her lead him through the far door, but he looked back as the doors closed, and the disturbing thing was that I was there to meet his eyes.
Bernardo touched my arm, made me look at him. "You all right?"
Was I all right? That was an excellent question. What I needed was an excellent answer. I said the only thing I could think of. "We have work to do, Marshal Spotted Horse."
He gave me a look that raised one eyebrow, then nodded. "Yes, we do, Marshal Blake."
"Ask your questions, then get the fuck out of there," Edward said, "I do not want Anita in that room when Max joins his wife." Edward was absolutely right. Bibiana had almost rolled me on her own, without her master at her side. There were so many reasons to want this thing cleared up before the vampires rose for the night.
The fact that there was no way on God's green earth to solve this crime before dark was not only disappointing but getting more dangerous every minute.
Chapter 36
ONE OF THE white female tigers with hair the color of pale buttermilk, and eyes like a spring sky, came and took Domino deeper into the penthouse. He didn't want to leave me, but between me and Victor, he did what we wanted. If he got out of my physical presence and started breaking free of the fascination, then I could leave him here to his life. If it didn't start to wear off at all, then I'd have to take him with me. What I'd do with him after that, I had no bloody idea. Other people pick up stray puppies; I kept collecting men. Crap.
The rest of us settled down on the overstuffed couches. Bernardo and I sat far enough away from each other on our couch that we wouldn't get in each other's way if things went south. Crispin sat as close to me as any boyfriend, an arm across the back of the couch touching my shoulders, one hand on my leg. I could have told him to back off because I was working, but it would have hurt his feelings, and I knew enough about lycanthrope society to know that touching was just what they did.
Bibiana sat across from us, with her son and Rick. No one touched her much. Maybe tigers were different from the other animal groups I was familiar with? I'd ask later.
"What do you know about what happened to the police here?" I asked.
"Only what we heard on the news," Victor said.
Bibiana simply looked at me with those uptilted blue eyes. Her silent scrutiny might have been unnerving, but between the morgue, Olaf, and what had just happened with my inner tigers, her stare just didn't have enough weight to move me.
If this had been a normal interrogation, there would be rules, methods. I should have volunteered little and asked repetitive questions. But we were burning daylight. Once the vampires rose for the night, and Vittorio added his power to his daytime servants... I had no idea what he would do. Slaughtering the SWAT team like that and mailing me the head was throwing down a serious gauntlet. I thought that if it was Vittorio and not someone framing him, or even if it were, then when darkness fell, all hell was going to break loose. We didn't have time for hours of questions.
Crispin began to move his hand on my thigh in small circles. He'd picked up my tension and was trying to soothe me. It didn't really work, but I appreciated the effort.
"Anita?" Bernardo said, making a question of my name. He looked at me, trying for blank, and failing to hide some concern around the edges. He'd seen some seriously weird shit from me in the last hour. In fact, he'd been a damn good sport about all of it. Did I owe him, like, flowers? What did you get a coworker for not freaking when you went all metaphysical on him? A card? Did Hallmark make a card for that?
Crispin leaned over me, his breath warm against my hair. "Anita, are you all right?"
"Anita," Bernardo said again, and this time he didn't try to keep the worry out of his voice.
Edward joined in my ear. "Bernardo, what's wrong with Anita?"
"I'm fine," I said, "I'm just thinking." I turned back to the weretigers on the other couch. "We're running out of daylight, so I'm going to talk to you like one master's lady to another."
Bibiana gave a regal nod. "I am honored."
"One, I need you to listen to Victor and Max, and not screw with my inner tigers until after this investigation is over."
"You could tell her just to leave your inner tigers alone," Victor said. He smiled, but his eyes were just visible behind the yellow glasses. Part of me was really bugged by the glasses, but I was trying to be human here, not all tigerish, so he could keep the glasses.
In the interest of being a little more human, I leaned away from Crispin, putting myself on the edge of the couch. All I had to do was lean back and he'd be there, but I needed to think, and something about a man you've had sex with doing little circles on your thigh isn't always conducive to clear thinking.
"I'm trying to negotiate in good faith here. I'm not going to start by asking Bibiana to promise something she won't deliver. I don't understand everything that she wants from my inner beasts, but I heard her say that I may be the only queen of their clan that Domino and the blue boy, Cynric, will ever see. Bibiana isn't going to let me walk out of Vegas without wanting to explore that again, are you?" I looked at her when I said the last.
She smiled and dipped her head, very demure. "No," she said, simply.
I smiled. "Good, no denials. I like that. Two, do we all agree that these murders are bad for business for both the vampire and lycanthrope communities?"
They all agreed.
"Then I need to know, honestly, if you know anything about the animal that helped this vampire kill these police officers."
"You say animal, but you come to us," Victor said.
Bibiana said, "You think it is one of our tigers." There was something about the way she said it that made me say the next.
"You think so, too," I said.
"I did not say so," she said.
I licked my lips, but not because they were dry this time. "You taste like the edge of a lie," I said.
"What does that mean?" Olaf asked in my ear.
Edward told him, "Let her work."
Bibiana smiled up at me. It was almost a flirtatious look. "I am not lying," she said.
I smiled at her. "Okay, then answer this: Do you suspect that one of your weretigers was involved with these killings in any way?"
She wouldn't look at me now, but concentrated on her small, neat hands that were clasped so ladylike in her lap. Her ankles were crossed. She was so prim and proper, but I knew it was a lie. She was one of those people that no matter how buttoned up they are, you can simply feel that if you scratch them hard enough, get them in the right place at the wrong time, there would be absolutely nothing proper about them. Women tend to give off that vibe more than men, but I've seen men do it, too. Some of them don't even know how much heat they're hiding behind the mask of civility. But Bibiana knew; she knew that human and prim was not really what she was at all.
"Do you want me to answer the question, Mother?"
She gave him a look so fierce, so vicious, that it turned that pretty face into something frightening. There, the masks were coming down. "I am still queen here, or do I have to remind you of it more forcefully?"
"Father told us that if asked, we were to answer Marshal Blake honestly and completely."
"Until he rises for the night, I rule here," she said.
I fought not to glimpse back at Crispin. He wasn't good at hiding his face. Instead, I glanced at Rick and found him visibly uncomfortable. I got the impression that this squabbling was common, maybe even growing worse. I knew enough about weretiger society to know that they were all run by queens. It was one of the few wereanimal groups that was always female run. Some groups had women that got to be top dog, or cat, but it was the exception, not the rule. So Victor, no matter how powerful, couldn't rule the White Tiger Clan. But he was certainly acting as if he wanted to be in charge.
"Bernardo reminded you of your promise, Chang-Bibiana. Now I remind you again that I have called Crispin to me from your side. You said if I could do that, that you would answer my questions. Is the word of the Chang of the White Tiger Clan to be depended on, or is there no honor in Vegas?"
I felt the couch move before Crispin put a hand on my back. It was a careful touch, not too sexual, but it was a physical reminder to be careful. I didn't resent it. If I didn't take Crispin back with me to St. Louis, this was his pond I was shitting in, and he'd be left alone to swim in it.
Bibiana turned those angry eyes to me. Her power started to pour toward me, in a nearly visible roil of heat. Victor stood up. He moved between that power, her, and me.
It hit him, and his head went back, his arms to the sides, as if it felt good. His breath came out in a long sigh. He shuddered and said, "Your Master of the City gave you express orders not to bring her beasts. I obey his orders, even if you do not."
She made a snarling sound. Crispin tucked himself up closer to me, as if afraid. Or was he afraid of what I'd do? I fought not to stiffen at his touch or look too nervous. I tried for calm, though I felt anything but at ease.
Bernardo had moved forward to the edge of his piece of couch, too. Rick was still sitting back, but the tension showed in every muscle.
"You are your father's tool and nothing more."
"I am my father's instrument in the daylight. I am his right hand, and I will not betray him."
"It is not betrayal to seek power for our clan and our people." I couldn't see her because Victor was still standing between us.
"You can seek power after the marshals have killed the traitor and his master."
"What traitor?" I asked.
Victor turned, giving his mother his back. I'm not sure I would have done that, but then she wasn't my mom. "The first murders were strippers, just like the ones in your city. But the last one had claw marks and vampire bites."
I cursed the Vegas PD for not mentioning this little fact to me. It would have been nice to know that the last victim had shown claw marks. That was a change from all the other cities that Vittorio had hunted in. It proved that some part of the Vegas force didn't trust me. That was going to make solving crime, any crime, harder here. Crispin picked up my anxiety again. His hand on my back began to make those soothing circles.
"What makes you think it's a weretiger?" I asked.
"Mother," Victor said, and stepped aside to let us see each other again.
She gave him a not entirely happy look, but spoke. "I have felt another vampire's pull on my tigers. As you tried today to call me to you, and ended by calling some of my children, so this other vampire was seeking. I thought I had prevented it, but now I believe that he managed to steal away one of mine. Or perhaps a different clan, but tiger, he was calling tiger."
"Do you know for certain that the vampire was a he?" I asked.
She nodded. "The energy was male."
"Ask her how she knows that for certain," Edward asked in my ear.
I held my hand out to the weretigers. I moved a little away from Crispin's hand, too. He took the hint and let his hand drop away from me. "Excuse me, she knows it was male, Marshal Forrester, because the energy tasted or smelled male to her."
"You can tell from energy if a vampire is male or female?" Bernardo asked.
I nodded. "Sometimes."
Bibiana smiled at me, as if I'd said a smart thing. "Yes, he tasted of men, but..." She frowned.
"But what?" I asked.
"You are of the line of Belle Morte?"
"Jean-Claude is," I said.
She waved it away as if I were quibbling. "Most vampire lines are cold things, but not hers. You are closer to the warmth of the wereanimal, I think. Can you taste someone's sexual energy from a distance?"
I thought about that. "Sometimes."
Again, she smiled like I'd said the right thing. "There was something wrong with this vampire's energy. Something stunted, or thwarted in some way. It was as if his sex had become rage."
"Have you ever felt something similar from anyone else?" I asked.
"We had a weretiger that came to us. We tried to discipline him, save him, but in the end he had to be destroyed for everyone's sake."
To his mother's explanation, Victor added, "He was a serial rapist. The attacks became more violent." He sighed.
"Ava's attacker?" I asked.
He gave me a startled look. "Did you look at her case file?"
I shook my head. "Just a guess."
"It was not a guess," Bibiana said. "You read his body posture. You smelled his scent."
I shrugged because I didn't want to argue, and wasn't entirely sure I could. "But you're saying that this vampire's energy felt similar to the serial rapist that you'd sensed before?"
"Yes, but..." She shivered, and this time I could taste her fear.
"He scared you," I said.
She nodded.
"My mother does not frighten easily," Victor said.
"I got that impression," I said.
He smiled at me. "We have answered your questions. Now, would you answer one of ours?"
"Sorry, but one more. Do you know who the traitor is?"
They exchanged a look.
"I swear that I do not. If this vampire has stolen one of our people, he has done it so completely that I did not suspect until the first claw marks showed on the bodies."
"If I could help you narrow down the field, would you gather them for me, and let us question them at the police station?"
They exchanged another look that included Rick. Finally, Victor nodded, and Bibiana said, "We would."
"How can you help us narrow it down?" Victor asked. "Are you hinting that you're a more powerful weretiger than we are?"
"No, absolutely not, but I've seen the bodies."
Olaf came on the earpiece. "Do not share this information with them."
I ignored him. "I know we're looking for someone under six feet in human form, or with abnormally small hands for his or her size."
"Anita," Olaf said.
Edward said, "She knows what's she doing, Otto."
"You measured the claw marks," Victor said.
I nodded.
"I do not trust the tigers," Olaf said.
"Let her work," Edward said.
I did my best to ignore it all, as Victor said, "That narrows it a little."
"Here's the real narrowing," I said. "This tiger is able to shift just his or her hands into claws, and teeth into fangs, without changing into half-human completely."
I'd shocked them, all of them. They weren't vampires, so they didn't try to hide it. "That would explain it," Victor said.
"Explain what?" I asked.
"Why my mother and I couldn't find the truth from our traitor. If he's powerful enough to do that, then he may be powerful enough to lie to us."
"That would have to be pretty damn powerful," I said.
"Yes," he said.
I stared at him, and then at Bibiana's stricken face. "You think you know who it is."
"No, but it is a very short list of possibilities. Some of our most trusted people are on that list," Victor said.
Bibiana gave me a look of such pain. "Whoever it is, it will hurt us as a clan. It will undermine our authority, and make us have to discipline our people."
"You mean, if they find out you missed this guy hiding in plain sight, some of them will challenge you for leadership."
"They will try," she said, and there was something so calm, so sure, so confident. I wouldn't have wanted to go up against her, and with Victor at her side, you'd have to be pretty confident-or nuts.
Then I had a thought, a bad one. "If Vittorio's animal to call is tiger, and he's master enough to do all this, then he's master enough to challenge Max for the city."
"The vampire council has forbidden Masters of the City to war against one another in America," Bibiana said.
"Yeah, and they frown on that whole serial-killer-slaughtering-cops thing, too. I don't think Vittorio sweats the rules much."
"You think he'll try for my father?" Victor asked.
"I think it's a possibility. I'd take extra security measures until we get him."
"I'll see that it's done," he said.
"He has more than just one weretiger at his daytime beck and call," I said.
"What else?"
"I'm not sure, but if I were you, I'd call that extra security in now. Because it would be a bitch to miss saving Max by a few minutes."
Victor and I had one of those looks, and then he simply reached into his pocket for a cell phone and started calling in more help. He walked to the far side of the room so I couldn't hear exactly what he was saying. I was okay with that.
Bibiana looked at me. "You are the first true queen with no clan that we have found since Victor showed himself worthy."
"Worthy of what?" I asked.
"Starting his own clan. We have not had a male king among the tigers in centuries. The little queens will hive off, but it is only because we do not wish to kill our daughters. It is not because there is enough power to make another clan. Victor has that power, but he needs a queen."
I stared at her. "Are you hinting that you want me to, what, be your son's queen?"
"I'm saying that if you were not already wedded so tightly to Jean-Claude, I would ask you to marry my son."
I stared at her. "Gosh, I don't know what to say, Bibiana."
Victor came back from his side of the room, clipping the phone back into his pocket. "I've got extra men around Father, and I'll up the security on our clubs, just in case." He looked from one of us to the other, frowning. "Did I miss something?"
Bernardo laughed.
Crispin said, "Chang-Bibi offered you to Anita in marriage."
"Mother!"
"You may never meet another queen of her power, Victor."
"She belongs to another master vampire. It is against every rule to interfere in that."
"I am your mother and your queen. It's my job to interfere."
"Leave Marshal Blake alone, Mother."
Bibiana smiled at us both, and it was that smile you never want to see on anyone's mother's face. That look that says they'd welcome you to the family in a hot second, if only their son would cooperate.
Bernardo saved me. "When can you bring the weretigers to the station for questioning?"
"We need to do it carefully." He looked at us. "I will admit this here, but never publicly. It would go better if the police in full gear went with us from weretiger to weretiger. If they are good enough to lie to us like this, then I won't be able to lie to them about why we want them to go to the police."
"I'll talk to the Vegas police." But I wondered how hard it was going to be to keep them from being a little trigger-happy as we hunted the weretiger that had killed one of their own? Everyone had been calm, almost unusually calm, about it all. It was almost like the pause between storms.
"You look worried," Victor said.
"How many weretigers on this list?"
"Five," he said.
"Six," she said.
"Mother..."
"You would leave the woman out, but she is powerful, and she is under six feet."
He nodded. "You're right, I would have left her off. I'm sorry. You get a team of your people ready, and I'll try to have them gathered in one place. I can't lie well enough to take them to the station for you, but I think I can arrange something."
"It might be better to take them in their homes," I said.
"Take them, you mean kill them."
"No, I really need this guy, or girl, alive. We need to question them about Vittorio, to find out his daytime resting place. If we get this weretiger and make him or her talk, then we could execute Vittorio before nightfall."
"We will give you the addresses, but if you want to question them, you will need Victor or me present."
"Why?" Bernardo asked.
"Because we can do things to make them talk that you cannot," she said.
"If it's illegal, I don't think..."
"He killed, or helped kill, police officers. Tell me that you can't get everyone to look the other way for just a few minutes?"
I looked at Victor and met his eyes in their gold glasses. I would have liked to defend my fellow officers, but frankly, if roughing up this guy would find us Vittorio before dark, I'd disable the cameras in the interrogation room personally. Was it wrong to admit that? Only on record. Which was another reason I was still more assassin than cop.