Dead Ice
Page 126“How come you’re clean and I’m covered in it?”
“I was almost two feet farther away,” he said.
“Far enough, I guess,” I said as I flung the goopy stuff from my hand onto the grass.
Zerbrowski was grinning at me.
“Oh, just say it, before you bust trying to keep it in,” I said.
“This has got to be a fetish, it’s like clear bukkake.”
I gave him a dirty look. “It’s thicker, lasts longer, and doesn’t break down as quickly.” I scraped more of it off my arms and onto the grass.
“Wow,” he said, still grinning so hard it looked like he’d hurt himself.
“Do you need help getting him into your SUV?” Manny asked, gazing down at the tiger.
The air flexed, almost like heat over a summer highway, and then the enormous tiger seemed to shrink in upon itself, and Domino’s human body appeared like an insect melting out of an ice cube, until the only thing left was him.
“Wow,” Susannah said, and she wasn’t remarking on the stuff I was scraping off my face. She was looking down at the still-unconscious Domino almost the same way she’d looked at his beast, like it was one of the most beautiful things she’d ever seen, except this time there was good old-fashioned lust mixed in with the nature-admiring awe.
“He going to be all right?” Zerbrowski asked.
Manny just studied my face and Nicky’s.
I nodded. “Eventually.”
“He’s easier to carry like this,” Nicky said, as he knelt down and picked up the unconscious man. Domino’s long legs trailed over his arms, but the rest of him was tucked in close to Nicky’s chest, the way you’d carry a child.
“You really are as strong as you look,” Susannah said.
“Stronger,” he said, and turned to me. “We ready to go?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I’m past ready to get out of this cemetery.”
Manny helped me pack my bag up and carried it for me so I wouldn’t get gunk all over the nice leather. I carried two of the long guns, and Zerbrowski carried the second shotgun. Eddie told me that he had a call in to the company that ran this and several other cemeteries in the area.
“Hopefully we’ll get a contract for the ghouls, before nightfall,” he said.
I nodded. “Yeah, we can hope.”
39
THE THREE OF us that were conscious put on sunglasses against all the morning sunlight. I called Special Agent Manning from the car; let’s hear it for Bluetooth actually working. “You want to watch the videos using your ability with the dead, is that what you said?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Didn’t you use your expertise with the dead the first time?”
“My expertise, but not my ability.”
“Explain the difference to me.”
“I looked at the videos like a cop who can raise the dead. Now, I want to watch them with my psychic ability actually active, to see if I can pick up any clues I couldn’t see with just my eyes; does that make sense?”
“Actually, yes.”
“I’d like to include a second animator for this second viewing, Manny Rodriguez.”
“He’s the animator who trained you originally; we’re familiar with him.” She said it like the words meant more, like she’d checked into him in a more than typical way. I let it go with him sitting in the car with me, since I hadn’t mentioned that I was making the call on the Bluetooth so that everyone in the car could hear it. I would ask later, though.
“No, Marshal Blake, he can’t be.”
“If I asked why not, would you answer me?”
“You know that he was an intimate of Dominga Salvador, whom you’ve described as one of the most evil people you’ve ever met.”
It was hard not to look at Manny, but I managed. “I’m aware of Manny’s past.”
“Then you can understand why we don’t want him involved on this case.”
“Once a bad guy, always a bad guy, huh?”
“In my experience, Marshal Blake, yes.”
I patted Manny’s shoulder as I drove, just to let him know I didn’t agree. “We don’t have time to argue about it, Agent Manning, so I’ll just go it alone, psychically speaking, through the videos again.”
“You can have another psychic with you, Blake, just not Rodriguez.”
“There’s no one else at Animators Inc. that I’d want to share the duties with,” I said.