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"She's a civilian. She drew on a policeman."
"You're lucky she didn't shoot your ass," Titus said. "Now, fasten the holster and tone it down a notch, or I'm going to make you go home."
Aikensen's face looked even more sullen. But he fastened his holster and plunged his hands into the pockets of his coat. Unless he had a derringer in his pocket, we were safe. Of course, he was just the sort of yahoo that would carry a backup weapon. Truthfully, sometimes so did I, but only when the alligator factor was high. Neck deep instead of ass deep.
Footsteps crunched through the snow behind us. I turned halfway so I could keep an eye on Aikensen and see the new arrivals.
Three people in navy blue uniforms came to stand on the other side of us. The tall man in front had a badge on his hat that said police chief. One of his deputies was tall, so thin he looked gaunt, and too young to shave. The second deputy was a woman. Surprise, surprise. I'm usually the only female at a crime scene. She was small, only a little taller than I, thin, with close-cropped hair hidden under her Smokey Bear hat. The only thing I could tell in the flashing lights was that everything on her was pale, from her eyes to her hair. She was pretty in a pixielike way, cute. She stood with her feet apart, hands on her Sam Brown belt. She was carrying a gun that was a little too big for her hands. I was betting she wouldn't like being called cute.
She was either going to be another pain in the ass, like Aikensen, or a kindred spirit.
The police chief was at least twenty years older than either deputy. He was tall, not as tall as Dolph, but then who was? He had a salt-and-pepper mustache, pale eyes, and was ruggedly handsome. One of those men who might not have been very attractive as a young man, but age had given his face character, depth. Like Sean Connery who was better looking at sixty than he had been at twenty.
"Titus, why don't you let these good people get on with their work? We're all cold and tired and want to go home."
Titus's small eyes flared to life. A lot of anger there. "This is county business, Garroway, not city business. You and your people are out of your jurisdiction."
"Holmes and Lind were on their way into work when the call came over the radio that somebody had found a body. Your man Aikensen here said he was tied up and couldn't get to the body for at least an hour. Holmes offered to sit with the body and make sure the crime scene stayed pure. My deputies didn't touch anything or do anything. They were just baby-sitting the crime scene for your people. What is wrong with that?" Garroway said.
"Garroway, the murder was found on our turf. It was our body to take care of. We didn't need any help. And you had no right to call in the Spook Squad without clearing it with me first," Titus said.
Police Chief Garroway spread his hands in a push-away gesture. "Holmes saw the body. She made the call. She thought the man hadn't been killed by anything human. Protocol is we call in the Regional Preternatural Investigation Team anytime we suspect supernatural activity."
"Well, Aikensen and Troy here don't think it was anything supernatural. A hunter gets eaten up by a bear and your little lady there jumps the gun."
Holmes opened her mouth but the chief held up a hand. "It's all right, Holmes." She settled back down, but she didn't like it.
"Why don't we ask Sergeant Storr here what he thinks killed the man?" Garroway said.
I was close enough to hear Dolph sigh.
"She had no right to let people near the body without us there to supervise," Titus said.
Dolph said, "Gentlemen, we have a dead body in the woods. The crime scene is not getting any younger. Valuable evidence is being lost, while we stand here and argue."
"A bear attack is not a crime scene, Sergeant," Titus said.
"Ms. Blake is our preternatural expert. If she says it was a bear attack, we'll all go home. If she says it was preternatural, you let us do our job, and treat it as a crime scene. Agreed?"
"Ms. Blake, Ms. Anita Blake?"
Dolph nodded.
Titus squinted at me, as if trying to bring me into focus. "You're the Executioner?"
"Some people call me that, yeah."
"This little bit of a girl has over a dozen vampire kills under her belt?" There was laughter in his voice, disbelief.
I shrugged. It was actually higher than that now, but a lot of them were unsanctioned kills. Not something I wanted the police to know about. Vampires have rights, and killing them without a warrant is murder. "I'm the legal vampire executioner for the area. You got a problem with that?"
"Anita," Dolph said.
I glanced at him, then back at the sheriff. I wasn't going to say anything more, honest, but he did.
"I just don't believe a little thing like yourself coulda done all the things I've heard."
"Look, it's cold, it's late, let me see the body and we can all go home."
"I don't need a civilian woman to tell me my job."
"That's it," I said.
"Anita?" Dolph said. That one word told me not to say it, not to do it, whatever it was.
"We have licked enough jurisdictional butt for one night, Dolph."
A man appeared, offering us steaming mugs on a tray. The smell of coffee mingled with the scent of snow. The man was tall. There was a lot of that going around tonight. A lock of white-blond hair obscured one eye. He wore round metal-framed glasses that made his face look even younger than it was. A dark toboggan hat was pulled low over his ears. Thick gloves, a multicolored parka, jeans, and hiking boots completed his outfit. He didn't look fashionable but he was dressed for the weather. My feet had gone numb in the snow.
I took a mug of coffee gratefully. If we were going to stand out here and argue, hot anything sounded like a great idea. "Thanks."
The man smiled. "You're welcome." Everybody was taking a mug but not everybody was saying thank you. Where were their manners?
"I've been sheriff of this county since before you were born, Ms. Blake. It's my county. I don't need any help from the likes of you." He sipped his coffee. He had said thank you.
"The likes of me? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Let it go, Anita."
I looked up at Dolph. I didn't want to let it go. I sipped at the coffee. The smell alone made me feel less angry, more relaxed. I stared into Titus's little piggy eyes and smiled.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
I opened my mouth to say, you, but the coffee man interrupted. "I'm Samuel Williams. I'm the caretaker here. I live in the little house behind the nature center. I found the body." He held his now-empty tray down at his side.
"I'm Sergeant Storr, Mr. Williams. These are my associates, Detective Perry, and Ms. Blake."
Williams dunked his head in acknowledgment.
"You know all of us, Samuel," Titus said.
"Yes, I do," Williams said. He didn't seem too excited about knowing them all.
He nodded at Chief Garroway and his deputies. "I told Deputy Holmes that I didn't think it was a natural animal. I still don't, but if it is a bear, it slaughtered that man. Any animal that'll do that once will do it again." He looked down at the snow, then up, like a man rising from deep water. "It ate parts of that man. It stalked him and treated him like a prey animal. If it really is a bear, it needs to be caught before it kills somebody else."
"Samuel here has a degree in biology," Titus said.
"So do I," I said. Of course, my degree was in preternatural biology, but hey, biology is biology, right?
"I'm working on my doctorate," Williams said.
"Yeah, studying owl shit," Aikensen said.
It was hard to tell, but I think Williams blushed. "I'm studying the feeding habits of the barred owl."
I had a degree in biology. I knew what that meant. He was collecting owl shit and regurgitated pellets to dissect. So Aikensen was right. Sort of.
"Will your doctorate be in ornithology or strigiology?" I asked. I was proud of myself for remembering the Latin name for owls.
Williams looked at me with a sense of kinship in his eyes. "Ornithology."
Titus looked like he'd swallowed a worm. "I don't need no college degree to know a bear attack when I see it."
"The last reported bear sighting in St. Gerard County was in 1941," Williams said. "I don't think there's ever been a bear attack reported." The implication just sat there. How did Titus know a bear attack from beans if he'd never seen one?
