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He didn't ask questions. He just said, "Here's Catherine. If you think I
have no curiosity at all, you're wrong, but Catherine will fill me in after
you hang up."
"Thanks, Bob," I said.
"Anita, what's wrong?" Catherine's voice sounded normal. She was a criminal
attorney with a private firm. She was wakened a lot at odd hours. She didn't
like it, but she recovered well.
I told her the bad news. She knew Richard. Liked him a lot. Didn't
understand why in hell I'd dumped him for Jean-Claude. Since I couldn't tell
her about Richard being a werewolf, it was sort of hard to explain. Heck, even
if I could have mentioned the werewolf part, it was hard to explain.
"Carl Belisarius," she said when I was finished. "He's one of the best
criminal attorneys in that state. I know him personally. He's not as careful
about his clients as I am. He's got some clients that are known criminal
figures, but he's good."
"Can you contact him and get him started?" I asked.
"You need Richard's permission for this, Anita."
"I can't talk Richard into taking on a new attorney until I see him. Time's
always precious on a crime, Catherine. Can Belisarius at least start the
wheels in motion?"
"Do you know if Richard has an attorney now?"
"Daniel mentioned something about him refusing to see his lawyer, so I
assume so."
"Give me Daniel's number, and I'll see what I can do," she said.
"Thanks, Catherine, really."
She sighed. "I know you'd go to this much trouble for any of your friends,
you're just that loyal. But are you sure your motives are just friendly in
this?"
"What are you asking me?"
"You still love him, don't you?"
"No comment," I said.
Catherine gave a soft laugh. "No comment. You're not the one under
suspicion here."
"Says you," I said.
"Fine, I'll do what I can on this end. Let me know when you get there."
"Will do," I said. I hung up and called my main job. Vampire killing was
only a sideline. I raised the dead for Animators Inc., the first animating
firm in the country. We were also the most profitable. Part of that was due to
our boss, Bert Vaughn. He could make a dollar sit up and sing. He didn't like
that my helping the police on preternatural crimes was taking more and more of
my time. He wouldn't like me going out of town for an indefinite period of
time on personal business. I was glad it was the wee hours and he wouldn't be
there to yell at me in person.
If Bert kept pushing me, I was going to have to quit, and I didn't want to.
I had to raise zombies. It wasn't like a muscle that would wither if you
didn't use it. It was an innate ability for me. If I didn't use it, the power
would leak out on its own. In college there had been a professor who committed
suicide. No one had found the body for the three days that it usually takes
for the soul to leave the area. One night, the shambling corpse had come to my
dorm room. My roommate got a room switch next day. She had no sense of