Part 7 (1/2)

Lisandro frowned, then said, ”I think Joseph was wrong when he forced you to send the werelion Haven back to Chicago. Joseph keeps trying to feed you his weak-a.s.sed pride of lions, and they aren't any better than Nathaniel. No offense, even Joseph's brother, Justin, isn't that much stronger.”

It had taken me a moment to remember who Haven was, because I still thought of him as Cookie Monster. He'd had hair dyed that color of blue, and had sported several Sesame Street tattoos. Haven was also an enforcer for the Master Vampire of Chicago. Haven had helped me handle the lion part of my metaphysical problem, but he'd also picked fights with three of the local werelions, including Joseph, their Rex, their leader. Haven and Richard had had a fight. Richard had kicked his a.s.s, proving that Richard could be d.a.m.ned useful when he wanted to be. But also proving that Haven was way too much trouble to keep around.

”You guys all explained to me how lion society works. If someone that tough, and that powerful, had moved into town, they would have felt compelled to take over the local werelions. The first thing most takeovers do is slaughter most of the pride.”

”I think you could control him.”

”You saw him, Lisandro, please. He's a thug, a professional thug, with a prison record.”

Lisandro nodded. ”I've got a record, too, juvie, but some bad stuff on it. My wife straightened me out. I think you could do the same for him.”

”What, a good woman is all a bad boy needs to straighten his life out?” ”If the woman has something that the man wants bad enough, yeah.”

”What does that mean?” I asked.

”It means I saw the way he looked at you. I smelled what effect the two of you had on each other. The only reason you didn't have s.e.x was that your head overruled the rest of you.” ”You know, Lisandro, I liked you better when you didn't talk this much.”

”I've seen Haven's record. He doesn't have anything on his sheet that I ain't got on mine.”

That made me give him the long blink. Because I hadn't known that about him. ”That would make you a very dangerous man,” I said, my voice low and even.

”You've killed more people than I have.”

”This conversation is over, Lisandro.”

”If not Haven, then can Rafael put out feelers for some better lion candidates? Joseph is so scared that some big bad lion will come and eat his weak-a.s.sed pride that he won't ever bring anyone to town who will do the job for you.”

I started to say no, but Nathaniel squeezed my arm. ”Rafael is a good leader.” ”He can't interview for new lions. He can bring in new rats, but it's not his place to bring in new lions,” I said.

”Lisandro is right on one thing, Anita. Joseph is scared. Everyone he's thrown at you in the last few weeks has been wimpy-not just weak in power, but innocent. Your life doesn't have room for innocents.”

I stared into those lavender eyes and didn't like what I saw. I was seven years older, but he'd seen as much violence as I had, or more. He'd seen what our fellow human beings could do, up close and personal. I'd solved crimes of violence, but mostly I hadn't been the victim. He'd been on the streets alone before he hit ten. Nathaniel was weak in some ways that Lisandro counted, but he was stronger than me in ways that most people wouldn't understand. He'd survived things that would have destroyed most people.

He let me see in his face what he usually hid, that I was the innocent. That no matter how many people I killed in the line of duty, I'd never really know what he knew.

”Do you think I was wrong to make Haven go back to Chicago?”

”No, he scared me, but you need a werelion, and they need to know the score.” ”What does that mean?” I asked. ”Two of the lions he sent you were virgins,” Nathaniel said. ”You're a succubus, Anita. You don't give virgins over to something like that.”

”You have to have had bad s.e.x to appreciate really good s.e.x,” Lisandro said.

Nathaniel nodded. ”That, too, but what I meant was that we haven't met a lion yet who we didn't all think was weak.” He looked at the tall guard by the door. ”Some of them were tough in a normal-world sort of way, but we all live in a world where guns, and s.e.x, and violence of all kinds can happen and do. We need someone who doesn't make us all feel like we're corrupting children.”

We both looked at Nathaniel.

”What?” he said.

”Is that how you really felt about all of them, even Justin?” I asked.

”Yes,” he said. ”Justin's idea of violence is the kind that has referees, and limits. The fact that he's Joseph's enforcer is scary for them.” ”Joseph's better in a fight,” Lisandro said. ”But neither of them is as good as Richard, or Rafael.” ”Or your Micah?” Lisandro asked. ”I think Micah would do anything it took to keep his people safe.” ”I heard that about him,” Lisandro said. Since we were talking about one of my other live-in sweeties, I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Micah and I were both very practical people. Sometimes practical and ruthless were just different words for the same thing.

”You're both saying that you don't think Joseph would do whatever it took.”

”The only thing that's kept his pride safe is the fact that there just aren't a lot of werelions in this country. Cat-based lycanthropy is usually harder to catch than other kinds,” Lisandro said.

”Reptile-based is harder to catch,” Nathaniel said. Lisandro nodded. ”True, but there aren't a lot of lions in this country. The closest is Chicago.” ”They won't be trying a takeover. Jean-Claude and I made sure of that,” I said. ”But don't you see, Anita, you and Jean-Claude made sure of it, not Joseph. That makes his threat weak,” Lisandro said.

”n.o.body from Chicago will mess with them now,” I said.

”Yeah, but if Chicago noticed they're this weak, then so will some one else.”

”I didn't know we had any big prides other than these two.”

”One on the West Coast, one on the East,” Lisandro said.

”Is that where Joseph got his last candidate?” I asked.

”East Coast pride, yeah. But you turned him down, just like all the others.” ”I can't give your leader permission to shop for lions, Lisandro. It's against the rules to interfere that much over cross-species lines.”

”Not for you,” Lisandro said. ”Remember, Joseph asked you not to keep Haven. The moment he asked you to protect him and his pride, he asked you to interfere. You're the leopards' Nimir-Ra, and the wolves' lupa; you were nothing to the lions. Once he asked for your help, he gave you permission to mess with his lions.”

”I don't think Joseph saw it that way,” I said. Lisandro shrugged. ”Doesn't matter how he saw it, it's still the truth.”

I don't know what I would have said to that, because there was a knock on the door. Lisandro went all bodyguardy on us. His hand went behind his back, and I knew for sure the gun was there. ”Who is it?”

”Requiem. Jean-Claude requested my presence.”

Lisandro glanced at me. I realized he was asking my permission. I liked him better for that. I didn't really want to see Requiem tonight. I was still embarra.s.sed that I'd added him to my list of food. But he'd been in England, so he'd seen the Harlequin in person, and recently. He'd be helpful. Or that's what I told myself as I nodded for Lisandro to let him in.

CHAPTER 7

REQUIEM GLIDED IN wearing a long, hooded cloak as black as his hair. He was the only vamp I'd ever met who wore a cloak like that.

Byron came behind him, carrying a towel that seemed to be full of something. He was still wearing nothing but his G-string. There was still money stuffed in it. He grinned at me. ”Hi, duckie.”

”Hey, Byron.”

He always talked like he had just stepped out of an old British movie: lots of loves and duckies. He talked that way to everyone, so I didn't take it personally. He up-ended the towel on the couch beside me. It was suddenly raining money.

”Good night,” Nathaniel said.

Byron nodded and started taking the money out of his G-string. ”Jean-Claude used that sweet, sweet voice of his during my act. The pigeons always give it up for him.” He slipped off the G-string, letting some bills flutter to the floor. I used to protest the nudity in front of me, but they were strippers, and after a while either you stopped being bothered by the casual nudity, or you didn't hang at the club. Nudity didn't mean to the dancers what it meant in the real world. Stripping is about the illusion that the customers can have them-the illusion of s.e.x, not the reality of it. It had taken me a while to understand that.

Byron used the towel to dry some of the sweat off his body. He winced, and turned to show b.l.o.o.d.y scratches high on one b.u.t.tock. ”Got me from behind, just at the end of m' act.” ”Hit-and-run, or did she give you extra money for it?” Nathaniel asked.