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“You’re not hurt. You look just fine to me.”
Look harder, I almost growled.
Ben rested his arms on the table, leaning forward. “I’m not qualified to comment on military law, but I did some reading. Sergeant Tyler should qualify for a medical discharge under any circumstance. The U.S. government, through the National Institutes of Health, has identified lycanthropy as a chronic disease. The sergeant acquired this disease in the course of duty. I think you could make a good argument. I can give you the NIH references if you want them. Or Dr. Shumacher could.”
I glanced at Tyler, who was holding himself still, quiet and expressionless. But I thought I saw a gleam of hope in his eyes.
“We could really use a soldier like you over there, son,” Stafford said.
“I don’t think I’d be any good to you without the others, sir,” Tyler said, a heartfelt plea.
Stafford bowed his head and nodded. “I’ll submit the case to the Medical Evaluation Board. It’ll be up to them.”
WHERE ELSE could we end up but at New Moon, toward midnight, having drinks—beer this time—and food in a muted celebration? The place was almost empty—everyone was still digging out, or enjoying the night by staying wrapped up nice and cozy at home. But Ben and I were there, along with Cormac, Tyler, and Rick.
The vampire arrived last, coming through the door and stomping snow off his shoes. Cormac watched him, his expression blank. Who knew what he was thinking? Either one of them. I kept seeing the old black-and-white photo of Amelia Parker floating behind his shoulder. By all appearances, he was just Cormac. It was going to take time to wrap my brain around it.
Tyler gripped the table and parted his lips in a snarl. “What’s wrong with that guy?” he said.
Rick smelled dead—not rotten, just cold. Frozen. He had no heartbeat.
“He’s a vampire,” I said. “Don’t worry, he’s nice.”
I made introductions—Rick hadn’t met Tyler or Cormac, at least not in person.
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Cormac said when he shook the vampire’s hand. Rather ominous.
“Likewise,” Rick said.
“Is that going to be a problem?”
Rick smiled. “I try not to make more problems for myself than absolutely necessary.”
Cormac still seemed to be sizing Rick up, as if judging how best to take him out. I had an urge to sit between them.
“Sergeant Tyler,” Rick said.
Tyler shook Rick’s hand, but didn’t say anything. The soldier was wary—staring, his shoulders tensed. I might have done the same the first time I’d met Rick. Rick didn’t seem bothered; he just took a chair and joined us.
“I got your messages,” Rick said. “I’m sorry there was nothing I could do to help, but you seem to have done well. The city is safe again.”
“Yeah. Didn’t need you to ride to my rescue this time,” I said, grinning.
Cormac slid the picture of Franklin and his blurred compatriot across the table. “Kitty said you’d want to take a look at this.”
“Is it Roman?” I said.
Rick studied it, shaking his head. “It’s a vampire. I can’t say exactly who it is. But Roman’s the only one who has a reason for dropping this kind of destruction on Denver—it would punish both of us for standing up to him.”
“Is it time to call Anastasia?” I said. I told Anastasia I’d call her if I heard from Roman.
Rick rubbed his chin for a moment, staring thoughtfully at the image. “Call her, tell her what happened. But don’t raise any alarms. If this is Roman, this wasn’t part of his plan. This was just a . . . a test.”
Ben said, “Well, did we pass?”
The vampire smiled. “I think Roman underestimated your resources yet again.” He glanced at Cormac and Tyler, without whose help Denver would currently be under a dozen feet of snow.
“Go team,” I said, raising my glass for a toast. We clinked glasses, except for Rick, who sat back, his expression amused.
