I nodded. “Do you want me to file an official complaint for sexual harassment? Is that what you want?”
“File and be damned, but you know more than you’re sharing with the humans, Blake.”
“Even if that’s true, Sheriff,” Morgan said, now actually standing between us, “this isn’t the way. We have reporters watching us.”
Shaw glanced back, then forward. “I was willing to believe the rumors weren’t true until I saw you hand in hand with one of Max’s weretigers and then kissing his son, also a weretiger. You claim that you just met him, and just met Gregory Minns, but no one, no one, makes friends that fast. You managed to convince some of my best men that you’re telling the truth. But I know”-he hit his big chest hard-“you fucked at least one of Bibiana’s guards, maybe more. I know that you’re no more human than the things that tortured that girl.” He pointed dramatically at the body.
What he’d just said was wrong, odd. “Which guard did I fuck?” I asked, watching his face.
He seemed to hear himself and shook his head. “How do I know, all cats are gray in the dark,” he said.
“How do you know I fucked anyone when I went to visit Bibiana?” I asked.
He fought to put his cop face back on, but it was shaky around the edges. “You came out holding hands with one of her tigers.”
“Crispin’s a stripper, like you said, not a guard. If you’re going to accuse me in front of the other policemen, you need more proof than just me holding hands with someone.”
“Maybe your reputation precedes you, Blake.” He made it mean, but it lacked a certain edge.
I was pretty sure I knew now why Shaw had gone from distrustful to hostile, and it wasn’t just issues with his wife. He’d heard tapes from our visit to Bibiana, which meant that someone had the apartments bugged. It had to be federal of some flavor, and they’d let Shaw hear just enough to smear my reputation to hell.
I tried to hear what it might have sounded like if all you had was the sound with Domino and Crispin and the rest. Would it sound like sex? Maybe. It would if that’s the interpretation you wanted to put on it. You often find what you’re looking for if that’s all you look for; expectation becomes truth.
Bernardo had come up behind us all when it looked like it was going to get interesting. He’d heard, so he got to say, “What flavor of Fed are you friends with, Shaw?”
Morgan and Thurgood had moved back from him, as if he were suddenly contagious, and maybe he was. Some Fed had let him listen in to an ongoing investigation, and he’d just spilled the fact that they had successfully bugged Max’s home to people that Shaw thought had fucked their people and were maybe more on their side than the cops.
“Shaw,” Morgan said.
Thurgood just stood there, hands at her sides, not quite looking at him, as if that would make it better. If you don’t see it, then it didn’t happen, maybe.
He knew he’d fucked up; it was there in his eyes, caught in a line of light in all the shadows. He talked to us then. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Marshals. With Blake’s rep, why wouldn’t I think she’d fucked every tiger in the place?”
He’d tried for mean, but I smiled sweetly at him.
“What’s so funny?”
“You can still save this,” I said, “just ask.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He was going to pretend that he hadn’t said too much. Thurgood and Morgan would probably back him on it. Did he trust that I’d play ball just because I had a badge?
“Ironic,” I said, “you’ve just finished telling me I’m more on the side of the monsters, but you’re counting on me being a good cop. You’ve accused me of fucking multiple weretigers, but you’re depending on me honoring the badge above my supposed lovers. Or is it just that you’ll pretend you didn’t say it, and it will go away? I didn’t think cops did that. I thought cops looked things in the face.”
“You said it yourself, Blake; you’re an assassin, not a cop.”
I smiled, but this one wasn’t sweet. “Perfect, Shaw, perfect.”
Edward moved me back with a hand on my shoulder, so he was facing Shaw. “Bernardo, take Anita for a walk, that direction.” He pointed away from the reporters.
Bernardo started walking, and I fell in step beside him. I half-expected Olaf to protest that he wanted to go on the walk, but he moved up to be at Edward’s back. Good to know that we were there to back each other up. I wasn’t sure about some of the Vegas cops anymore.
Bernardo led me past the body, and as if we’d agreed, we didn’t look at it much. We just walked until the alley was a little darker without the lights they’d set up at the far end. Though what got me to stop was that the smell was less sour here, and a few more feet and we’d run into another group of cops holding the other end of the alley.
“That was interesting,” he said.
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“They’ve got the place bugged.”
I nodded again. I tried to think of everything I’d said in the apartment. I couldn’t remember all of it, but it had been enough.
“You’re trying to remember everything you said, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“If all I had was the sound, I might think sex, and I’d so believe that you could shapeshift for real.”
“Which will cost me my badge.”
“Not until they’re willing to admit how they got the recording,” he said.
“With Shaw blabbing, who knows?”
“Do you feel conflicted?”
I looked up at him, studying his face in the dim light for what little it did me. “Do you mean, am I going to go tattle to the tigers?”
He shrugged.
“No,” I said.
“You wouldn’t want Jean-Claude’s place bugged.”
“No, but we sweep for listening devices on a regular basis. Max should, too.”
“So you won’t tell because it’s sloppy business practices on Max’s part?” He started to lean against the wall, then thought better of it and stopped in midmotion.
“Partly, but I am a federal officer. I do have a badge. Max is into criminal activities. How can I blow an operation that may save lives?”
“So, badge first,” he said, softly.
I glared up at him, not sure he could see it in the dimness. “What, you believe what Shaw was saying, that I’m more loyal to the monsters than the police?”
He held up his hands as if holding me off. “That’s not what I meant. It’s just that if I had all your issues, I might feel conflicted.”
I sighed. “Sorry, but I’m tired, Bernardo. I’m tired of having the other police think I’m one of the freaks.” I shook my head. “Hell, I’m not sure they’re wrong. I’ve begun to wonder if I can serve the badge and my other master at the same time.”
He leaned forward. “Are you thinking of hanging it up?”
It was my turn to shrug. “I don’t know, maybe.”
“I can’t see you not doing this, Anita.”
“Neither can I, but… Shaw isn’t the first cop to think my loyalties are divided. He won’t be the last. I’m a walking sexual harassment suit lately. It’s like sleeping with vampires and shapeshifters offends the police at some really basic level.”
“Oh, I know that one.”
I looked up at him. “What do you mean?”
He grinned, and I could see the flash of it even in the shadows. “It’s the idea that if you prefer the monsters, then the rumor that they’re better in bed than us mere mortals may be true. That would squick a lot of men, and a badge doesn’t change that. In fact, maybe cops are more guy than most guys, so it bothers them more.”
“That sounds… childish for a cop.”
