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a court order of execution had been issued. I was licensed in three states.
Tennessee was not one of them. But cops, as a general rule, would treat an
executioner better than a civilian. We risked our lives and usually had a
higher kill count than they did. Of course, the kills being vamps, some people
didn't count them as real kills. Had to be human for it to count.
"When can you get here?" Daniel asked.
"I've got some things to clear up here, but I'll see you today before
noon."
"I hope you can talk some sense into Richard."
I'd met their mother -тАУ more than once -тАУ so I said, "I'm surprised that
Charlotte can't talk sense to him."
"Where do you think he gets this 'truth will set you free' bit?" Daniel
asked.
"Great," I said. "I'll be there, Daniel."
"I've got to go." He hung up suddenly as if afraid of being caught. His mom
had probably come into the room. The Zeemans had four sons and a daughter. The
sons were all six feet or above. The daughter was five nine. They were all
over twenty-one. And they were all scared of their mother. Not literally
scared, but Charlotte Zeeman wore the pants in the family. One family dinner
and I knew that.
I hung up the phone, turned on the lamp, and started to pack. It occurred
to me while I was throwing things into a suitcase to wonder why the hell I was
doing this. I could say that it was because Richard was the other third of a
triumvirate of power that Jean-Claude had forged between the three of us.
Master vampire, Ulfric, or wolf king, and necromancer. I was the necromancer.
We were bound so tightly together that sometimes we invaded each other's
dreams by accident. Sometimes not so accidentally.
But I wasn't riding to the rescue because Richard was our third. I could
admit to myself, if to no one else, that I still loved Richard. Not the same
way I loved Jean-Claude, but it was just as real. He was in trouble, and I
would help him if I could. Simple. Complicated. Hurtful.
I wondered what Jean-Claude would think of me dropping everything to go
rescue Richard. It didn't really matter. I was going, and that was that. But I
did spare a thought for how that might make my vampire lover feel. His heart
didn't always beat, but it could still break.
Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to
bleed.

2

I made phone calls. My friend Catherine Maison-Gillette was an attorney.
She'd been with me on more than one occasion when I had to make a statement to
the police about a dead body that I helped make dead. So far, no jail time.
Hell, no trial. How did I accomplish this? I lied.
Bob, Catherine's husband, answered on the fifth ring, voice so heavy with
sleep it was almost unintelligible. Only the bass growl let me know which of
them it was. Neither of them woke gracefully.
"Bob, this is Anita. I need to speak with Catherine. It's business."
"You at a police station?" he asked. See, Bob knew me.
"No, I don't need a lawyer for me this time."