Big difference, actually, but if she assumed it was a threat, fine. If it got me more information on the killings, or Randy Sherman, or anything, then even better. I wasn’t here to win popularity contests; I was here to solve crimes.
There was movement in the doorway from farther inside the house. My gun was suddenly in my hand. Thought and action are one, grasshopper.
“It’s my daughter,” Phoebe said, but she was staring at the gun. Staring at it like it was a very bad thing. I wasn’t even pointing it at anyone, and already she was scared. From powerful priestess hooked up to deity and magic to frightened civilian in one move.
“Can I talk to you, or do you just want to shoot me?” Kate’s voice held fury. A nice red wave of anger, tinged with fear, came off her. It made my stomach clench tight, as if I were still hungry, but I knew it wasn’t that kind of hunger.
I stepped back from both the mother and the daughter. I put myself so that my empty hand would open the door, and I could get away from that tempting anger, if the hunger rose too fast and too hard to control. I had Wicked outside, and if I had to choose between the
“Are you afraid of me?” Kate asked, as she stepped carefully into the room. She’d added a short jacket over her jeans, and she had her hands stuffed in her pockets.
“Let me see your hands,” I said, voice low and even.
She made a face, but her mother said, “Do what she says, Kate.”
The girl couldn’t have been much younger than me, five years or less, but she’d lived a different life. She didn’t believe I’d shoot her, but her mother did.
“Kate, as your priestess, I tell you to do what she says.”
The girl let out a breath, then took her hands, carefully, out of her pockets. The hands were empty. Her anger welled off her like some rich, thick scent, as if her rage would taste better than most.
“I won’t let her put you in jail,” she said, dark eyes all for her mother, as if I weren’t standing there with a gun in my hand. I hoped I didn’t have to shoot her; it would be like winging an angry Bambi. She just didn’t know any better. The very naivete of her helped me regain control of the hunger. I took deep, even breaths and thought soothing, empty thoughts.
“Kate,” Phoebe said, “I let my grief get in the way of my better judgment. That is not the marshal’s fault.”
Kate shook her head hard enough for her brown ponytail to whirl around her shoulders. “No.” Then she turned those angry eyes to me. “If I gave you a name of someone who could have done this, would you leave my mother alone?”
“Kate, no!”
“We don’t owe him enough for you to go to jail, and what if he did have something to do with this? Then the next time he killed someone, it would be part of our karma, too. I don’t owe him that.”
“I was his priestess, Kate.”
She shook her head again. “I wasn’t.” She turned back to me. “I’m dating a cop. He said something about the bodies being torn up, and not all of it was wereanimal. I mean, that always makes the news anytime you get a mutilated body. They always blame the local wereanimals first.”
I just nodded. She was in a mood to talk, if I didn’t spoil it somehow.
“But he said that some of the bodies were cut with blades. That the ME had never seen anything like it, and neither had you guys.”
Her boyfriend was way too talkative, but if she’d give me the name, I wouldn’t tell. I might try to find out who it was and tell him to keep his mouth shut, but I wouldn’t rat him out. If she’d just say the name.
“Is that true?” she asked, at last.
“I’m not free to discuss an ongoing investigation. You know that.”
“If it’s true, then you need to talk to Todd Bering.”
“He’s off his meds again,” Phoebe said. “You have to understand that. He’s a good man when he takes his meds, but when he goes off…”
“What’s he on meds for?”
“He was diagnosed with schizophrenia because he heard voices and saw things. He may have been mildly ill, but he is also one of the most powerful natural witches I’ve ever met.”
“What does that mean, ‘natural witch’?” I asked.
“Like you,” Kate said, “your power just came, right? You didn’t have to study, you could just do it.”
“I had to have training to control it,” I said.
“And that’s what we tried to do for Todd.” Kate didn’t sound angry now, she sounded a little sad. I was happy about the sad; it made the receding edge of anger less yummy.
“It didn’t work?” I asked.
“It worked,” Phoebe said, and she sighed, “but when he started getting sick again, he called up things that are never to be touched on our path. There are some things you cannot do and be a good witch.”
I nodded. “So I’ve heard.”
“He called a demon. It felt so awful, like you couldn’t breathe past the evil of it,” Kate said; she was looking at the ground, but her eyes were haunted, as if she could still feel it.
“I’ve felt the demonic before,” I said.
“Then you know,” she said, raising those haunted eyes to me.
I nodded. “I know.”
“It had these big blade-like hooks for hands. As far as I know it’s still inside the circle in his house, but if he gained control of it…” She shrugged.
I looked at them both. “The most likely scenario is that when it gets out of the circle, it just kills him and goes back to where it came from. How likely is it that this Todd Bering is powerful and sane enough to control something like this?”
Phoebe nodded. “He would be capable.”
“You should have reported this to the authorities as soon as you saw it,” I said.
“I thought, like you, that it would escape the circle and kill him. It would be instant karma. I didn’t dream that he would be able to control it, or that he would attack policemen. Rumor says that it was that vampire serial killer and wereanimals. No one said demon or blades. The news reported that the police had been torn apart by claws and fangs.”
We had a serious leak at the Vegas PD, and I would have to report it. Talking to your girlfriend is one thing; talking to the press is another. I couldn’t take the chance that her boyfriend wasn’t our Mr. Chatty.
“Blades, Mom, blades.”
I didn’t correct her that it was both. No need for me to share, too. “I appreciate the information.”
“If you had simply told me that he was cut with blades-Randy, I mean-I would have told you about Todd.”
“I know, but it’s hard to know who to trust. I need his address.”
They exchanged a look, then Phoebe got a notepad by the telephone and wrote it down for me. “May Goddess forgive me if he did these terrible murders.”
I holstered the Browning and took the paper from her with my left hand. “I can’t hide where I got the information from.”
“They’ll investigate us all!” Kate yelled, and took a step toward me. Her anger was just suddenly so there, so close, so…
I felt the door behind me opening, and moved so Edward could come through. “You guys all right in here?”
I shook my head, then nodded. “We have a crazy witch who raised a demon with blades for hands. The last time they saw it, it was inside the summoning circle. We need to see if it’s still there.”
“If it’s still there, then he didn’t do it,” Kate said.
I gave her a look, and then had to look away, but sight wasn’t what was sending her anger toward me like some sweet scent. My stomach clenched again, and I eased around the edge of the open door. “Just because it’s in the circle now doesn’t mean he didn’t let it out and put it back,” I said.
“You’ll ruin our reputation. You’ll ruin everything we’ve built; every good thing my mother has done will be lost in the news that one of our coven members raised a murdering demon!” Kate was yelling again and advancing on
