lhamilton.thekillingdance-第35节
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She smiled at me。 〃I am Jean…Claude's partner in this little enterprise。 Didn't he tell you？〃 From the look on her face； she knew the answer and was enjoying it。
〃I guess it slipped his mind；〃 I said。 〃Why aren't you part of the show then？〃
〃I'm a silent partner；〃 she said。 She pushed past Cassandra； body brushing the smaller woman。 She knelt by the couch。 〃How are you feeling； my dear？〃
Karen stammered； 〃I just want to go home。〃
〃Of course you do。〃 She glanced up and smiled。 〃If one of you would help me get her to her feet； there's a cab waiting to take her anywhere she wants to go at the club's expense。 Or did you want to ride home with your friends？〃
Karen shook her head。 〃They aren't my friends。〃
〃So wise of you to realize that；〃 Raina said。 〃So many people put their trust in the wrong people。〃 She stared at me while she said the last。 〃And they get hurt； or worse。〃
Anabelle had moved away from Raina。 She was staring at all of us； clutching her purse。 I don't think she understood everything we were saying； but she obviously was not having a good time。 One good deed and she was already being punished。
〃Can you stand？ Why don't you help me？〃 Raina asked Anabelle。
〃No； let Cassandra help you；〃 I said。
〃Afraid I might eat your newfound friend？〃
I smiled。 〃You'll eat anything that can't get away。 We all know that。〃
Her face tightened； anger flashing through her amber brown eyes。 〃In the end； Anita； we will see who eats what。〃 She helped the woman to stand。
Cassandra whispered； 〃Jean…Claude told me to guard you。〃
〃Make sure she gets into a cab that really is going to take her home。 Then you can follow me around for the rest of the evening； okay？〃
Cassandra nodded。 〃Jean…Claude won't like it。〃
〃I'm not too happy with him right now； either；〃 I said。
〃A little help here；〃 Raina said。
Cassandra sighed； but she took Karen's other arm； and they helped her through the door。 When the door closed behind them； Anabelle let out a long sigh。 〃What is going on？〃
I turned to the lighted mirror； leaning my hands on the vanity top。 I shook my head。 〃It's too long a story； and the less you know； the safer you'll be。〃
〃I have to confess I have an ulterior motive。〃 I watched her through the mirror； and she looked embarrassed。 〃I didn't just help out of the goodness of my heart。 I'm a reporter； freelance。 A quote from the Executioner would really put me on the map。 I mean I could name my price； especially if you explained what just happened here。〃
I bowed my head。 〃A reporter。 Not exactly what I needed tonight。〃
Anabelle came up behind me。 〃It was real on the dance floor； wasn't it？ That vampire…Damian； right？ He was really going to do her； right there； as part of the show。〃
I watched her face in the mirror。 She was vibrating with eagerness。 She wanted to touch me。 You could see her hands fluttering； nervous。 It was a big story if I corroborated it。 It would serve Jean…Claude right if I did。
Something went through Anabelle's eyes。 Some of the brightness leaked away。
Several things happened almost simultaneously。 Anabelle jerked my purse； the strap broke； she took a step back； and drew a gun from an inner…pants holster under her vest。 The door opened； and three laughing women entered。 The women screamed。
Anabelle looked at the door for just a heartbeat。 I drew a knife and turned。 I didn't try and walk those two steps to her。 I dropped to one knee and lunged my body like a line with the knife as the point。 The knife entered her upper stomach。 The gun moved towards me。 I used my left hand to sweep the arm away。 The shot went wild； cracking the mirror。 I shoved the knife upward； under her sternum； shoved it until the hilt met flesh and bone； and jerked the blade up and sideways。
Her hand convulsed on the gun and another shot hit the carpeted floor。 The silencer made each shot seem muffled； almost anticlimactic。
She sank to her knees； eyes wide； mouth opening and closing。 I ran my hand down her arm and took the gun from her。 She blinked at me； eyes unbelieving； then she fell abruptly as if her strings had been cut。 She twitched twice and died。
Edward was at the door； gun out； pointed。 He stared from me to the fresh corpse。 He took in the knife still protruding from her chest； the gun with silencer in my hand。 He relaxed； pointing the gun at the floor。 〃Some bodyguard I turned out to be； letting you get dusted in the ladies' room。〃
I stared up at him。 I felt numb； distant with shock。 〃She almost got me；〃 I said。
〃But she didn't；〃 he said。
I heard men's voices shouting； 〃Police！ Everybody stay where they are。 We'll check it out。〃
〃Shit；〃 I said softly and with feeling。 I laid Anabelle's gun by her body and sat back on the carpet。 I wasn't sure I could stand right then。
Edward holstered his gun and moved back from the door to join the crowd that was pushing forward to see the show。 Just another part of the anonymous throng。 Yeah； right。
I sat there beside the corpse and tried to think of something to tell the cops。 I wasn't sure the truth was an option I could afford right now。 I began to wonder if I was going to see the inside of a jail tonight。 Watching the blood soak the front of Anabelle's vest； it seemed likely。
17
I was sitting in a straight…backed chair in Jean…Claude's office at Danse Macabre。 My hands were cuffed behind me。 They hadn't let me wash the blood off my right hand； and it had dried to a nice tacky substance。 I was used to having dried blood on me； but it was still unfortable。 The uniformed officers had taken the other knife and found the Seecamp in my purse。 They had not found the big knife in the spine sheath。 It had been a sloppy search to have missed a knife longer than my forearm； but the uniform that did it had at first assumed that I was another victim。 It had shaken him to find out that the pretty little woman was a murderer。 Oh； excuse me； alleged murderer。
The office had white walls； black carpet； a desk that looked like carved ebony。 There was a red lacquer screen with a black castle done high on top of a black mountain。 There was a framed kimono on the far wall； scarlet with black and royal blue designs。 Two smaller frames held fans： one white and black with what looked like a tea ceremony painted on it； the other blue and white with a flock of cranes。 I liked the cranes best； and I'd had plenty of time to make a choice。
One of the uniforms had remained in the room with me the entire time。 They'd drunk coffee and not offered me any。 The younger uniform would have uncuffed me； but his partner had pretty much threatened to beat the shit out of him if he did it。 The partner was grey…haired with eyes as cold and empty as Edward's。 His name was Rizzo。 Looking at him； I was glad I'd put the gun on the floor before he came into the room。
Why； you may ask； wasn't I at the police station being questioned？ Answer： The media had bayed us。 Four uniforms had been enough to control traffic and keep the media from mobbing anyone…until they smelled a breaking story。 Suddenly； there were cameras and microphones everywhere； like mushrooms after a rain。 The uniforms had called for backup and barricaded the murder scene and the office。 Everything else had fallen to the cameras and microphones。
There was a homicide detective standing over me…looming； actually。 Detective Greeley was just under six feet tall； so broad…shouldered he looked like a big square。 Most black people aren't truly black； but Greeley was close。 His face was so dark it had purple highlights。 His close…cropped greying hair looked like wool。 But black； white； or brown； his dark eyes were neutral； secret； cop eyes。 His gaze said he'd seen it all and hadn't been impressed by any of it。 He certainly wasn't impressed by me。 If anything； he looked bored； but I knew better。 I'd seen Dolph get the same look right before he pounced on someone and tore their alibi apart。
Since I didn't have an alibi； I wasn't worried about that。 I'd told my story before they read me my rights。 After Greeley mirandized me； all I'd said was that I wanted a lawyer。 I was beginning to sound like a broken record； even to me。
The detective pulled a chair around so he was sitting facing me。 He even hunkered down trying not to be so intimidating。 〃Once we get a lawyer in here；〃 Greeley said； 〃we can't help you anymore； Anita。〃
He didn't know me well enough to call me by my first name； but I let it go。 He was pretending to be my friend。 I knew better。 Cops are never your friends if they suspect you of murder。 Conflict of interest。
〃It sounds like a clear…cut case of self…defense。 Tell me what happened； and I'll bet we can do a deal。〃
〃I want my lawyer；〃 I said。
〃Once we involve a lawyer； the deal goes out the window；〃 he said。
〃You don't have the authority to make a deal；〃 I said。 〃I want my lawyer。〃
The skin around his eyes tightened； otherwise he looked the same； unmoved。 But I was pissing him off。 Couldn't blame him。
The door to the office opened。 Greeley looked up； ready to be angry at the interruption。 Dolph walked inside； flashing his badge。 His eyes gave the briefest of flicks to me； then settled solidly on Greeley。
Greeley stood up。 〃Excuse me； Anita。 I
