For a Few Demons More

retaliations, but Glenn was vulnerable without his gun and the element of surprise.

Glenn frowned. 'He wasn't going to fight you fair,' he said, handing me one of those zip-strips with a charmed core of silver that the I.S. used to keep ley line witches in custody.

My eyes went from the innocuous-seeming strip of plastic to the witch, then to Denon, scowling. 'You little pissant,' I said loudly. 'What's the matter with you? All I want to do is look at the body. You got something to hide?' I took a step forward, and Glenn caught my arm. 'If you've got a beef with me, let's do coffee and I'll explain things to you in little words,' I said, jerking from Glenn. 'Otherwise, get out of my way so we can do our job. Until murder has been ruled out, the FIB has as much right to look at the body as you do.'

The little vein in Denon's forehead had popped, and the low-blood vamp gestured for everyone to fall back to the van. They moved slowly, hands in their pockets or fiddling with equipment. From out of sight, I heard the rustling of the FIB guys. The tension grew, not lessened, and I pressed my weight into the earth in case I had to move fast. Ceri's advice to avoid ley line magic flitted through me, but I sent a thought out for the nearest line anyway.

'You're a fool, Morgan,' Denon said, his resonant voice vibrating in me though he stood ten feet away beside a tall tombstone. 'Your search for the truth is going to kill you.'

That sounded more like a threat than before, but he was walking away, I.S. personnel trailing behind him. At a loss, I tucked the zip-strip into my bag and looked for Jenks while Glenn organized the FIB personnel. Jenks was staying out of sight, though I'm sure he had seen the encounter. Slowly my pulse eased, soothed by the sounds of the insects and lapping water.

Glenn would have a hissy fit if I tried to look at the body before he was ready, and seeing the witch standing by himself, I smiled. It had been ages since I'd talked shop with anyone, and I missed it. He stared at me, and with that stellar response, I checked my impulse to go over.

'We're done here,' Denon said loudly to the subordinate Weres.

'Leave the cleanup for the FIB.' It was condescending, but Glenn made a pleased sound, making me think he didn't want to share his separate findings. Denon must have heard him, for when the officers headed for their vehicles, the living vampire grabbed the witch's arm and pulled him aside.

'I want you to stay,' he said, and the man's eyes narrowed, the sun peeking through the leaves to make eerie shadows on him. 'I want a report as to what the FIB does and finds.'

'I'm not your lackey,' the witch said, eyeing Denon's grip. 'If you want my findings, submit a request at the Arcane's front desk like everyone else. Get your hand off me.'

My eyebrows rose. He works in the Arcane Division? My dad worked in the Arcane. I looked him over with a new interest. Then I caught myself, cursing my idiotic attraction to the dangerous. God, I was a fool.

Denon let go of the witch's arm. Stiff and prideful, the big man headed for the van, gesturing to make the Were in the front passenger's seat move to the back. The door slammed shut, and shifting back and forth, the van worked its way onto the thin strip of pavement. The other I.S. vehicle followed, leaving us, the ambulance, and the witch—the latter having no way to get back to the I. S. tower that I could see. Man… I knew how he felt.

Sympathy rose high. Gathering my resolve, I headed over. I'm being nice, not looking for a date, I told myself, but he did have pretty blue eyes, and his hair was that soft curly brown that would feel oh so nice between my fingers.

From behind me came Glenn's hushed but impatient words, and the guys in lab coats descended on the Were like birds. Jenks dropped out of the oak tree, startling me with his harsh wing clatter when he landed on my shoulder. 'Ah, Rache?'

'Can it wait?' I muttered. 'I want to talk to this guy.'

'You have a boyfriend,' he warned. 'And a girlfriend,' he added, making me frown. 'I know you. Don't overcompensate because of one lousy kiss.'

'I'm just going to say hi,' I said, stifling a swat at him. And it hadn't been a lousy kiss. It had been a pulse- pounding, hell-of-a-kiss that had shocked me and left me breathless. I only had to figure out if the thrill had been an honest emotion stemming from Ivy or my shallowly reveling in the wicked thrill of being someone I really wasn't. My eyes dropped. It matters. One will lead to hard questions about myself, the other will hurt Ivy. Leading her on just so I can find a thrill is really, really wrong, and I'm not going to do it.

Forcing a smile, I halted before the guy. His I.S. badge said TOM BANSEN, and he used to have long hair, according to his picture. 'I'm Rachel—' I started, extending my hand.

'I know. Excuse me.'

It was terse, and, pushing past my extended hand, he went to stand over the FIB personnel and watch them take their data. Jenks snickered, and I stood there with my mouth hanging open. My eyes fell to my outfit. It wasn't that unprofessional. 'I just wanted to say hi,' I said, hurt.

'He doesn't smell as witchy as you do,' Jenks said smugly. 'But before your head swells up, if he works in the Arcane, he's classically trained and would flatten you. Remember Lee?'

My breath came and went, and I felt a stab of worry about this Friday. I had devoted my life to earth magic, and while not any less strong than ley line, it was slower. Ley line was flashy and dramatic, with a quick invocation and wider application. Demon magic mixed them both into something very fast, very powerful, and everlasting. Only a handful of people knew I could invoke demon magic, but the smut on my soul was easy to see. Perhaps that, along with my growing reputation that I dealt in demons, had him on edge.

I couldn't let the misunderstanding stand, so, ignoring Jenks's muttered dire predictions of hell and snowflakes, I sidled up alongside Tom. 'Look, maybe we got off on the wrong foot,' I said against the murmuring backdrop of the FIB conversation. 'Do you need a ride anywhere when this is done?'

'No.'

The denial was downright hostile, and the FIB guys crouched over the body looked up, eyes wide.

Tom turned and walked away. Pulse pounding, I took a step after him. 'I don't deal with demons!' I said loudly, not caring what the FIB thought.

The young man retrieved a long coat hanging over a tombstone, draping it over his arm. 'And you got that demon to testify how? That mark on your wrist is from what? '

I took a breath, then let it out. What could I say?

Looking justified, he walked off, leaving me surrounded by FIB personnel trying not to meet my eyes. Damn it, I thought, my jaw clenched and my stomach churning. I was used to fear and mistrust from humans, but from my own kind? Mood sour, I hitched up my shoulder bag, Tom had a cell phone pressed to his ear. He'd get a ride. Why had I even bothered?

Jenks cleared his throat, and I started, having forgotten he had been sitting on my shoulder the entire time. 'Don't worry about it, Rache,' he said in a small voice. 'He was just scared.'

'Thanks,' I said. While I appreciated the thought, somehow it didn't make me feel much better. Tom hadn't looked scared. He had looked hostile.

From across the way, Glenn finished giving instructions to a young officer. Clapping him on the shoulder, he headed in my direction, the gleam back in his eyes and his posture holding a repressed excitement. 'Ready to take a look?' he said, his thick hands rubbing together.

I glanced at the dead Were, nose wrinkling. 'What about the footies?' I said dryly, remembering the last time I was at one of his precious crime scenes.

He shook his head, eyes on the body. 'They fouled the site,' he said, his disgust at the I.S.'s techniques clear. 'Apart from throwing up on the victim, you can't make it any worse.'

'Gee, thanks,' I said, jumping when his hand hit my shoulder companionably. I smiled at him so he knew it wasn't unwelcome, just surprising, and he squinted.

'Don't let it get to you,' the FIB detective said softly, his dark expressive eyes going to the witch's distant silhouette among the tombstones. 'We know you're a good woman.'

'Thanks,' I said, exhaling to let the hurt go. What do I care what one witch thinks anyway? Even if he is cute?

From my ear Jenks snickered. 'Awwww, you two are so sweet, I could fart fairy balls.'

Tossing my hair to make him fly away, I turned my attention downward. The men at the body had finished their preliminary look and moved off, loudly discussing how long the corpse had been here. It couldn't have been