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"A lot of teenagers would rather have clothes," Ronnie said.
"Not Josh, not yet anyway. He seems to have taken after me."
"What are you going to do about Richard?" she asked me.
"You're not going to let it go, are you?"
"Not a chance."
"I don't know what I'm going do. After what I saw last night. After what Jean-Claude told me. I just don't know."
"You know that Jean-Claude did it deliberately," she said. "To try and drive a wedge between you."
"I know, and it worked. I feel like I don't know Richard. Like I've been kissing a stranger."
"Don't let fang-face break you up."
I smiled at that. Jean-Claude would love being referred to as fang-face. "I won't."
She punched my shoulder softly. "I don't believe you."
"It won't be Jean-Claude that breaks us up, Ronnie. If Richard's been lying to me for months..." I didn't finish the sentence. I didn't have to.
We were outside the Nature Company. It was crawling with people like a jar of lightning bugs abuzz with activity, but not half as bright.
"What exactly has Richard lied about?"
"He didn't tell me about this battle he's got going with Marcus."
"And you tell him everything," she said.
"Well, no."
"He hasn't lied to you, Anita. He just didn't tell you. Let him explain. Maybe he's got a good reason."
I turned and looked full at her. Her face was all soft with concern. It made me look away. "He's been in danger for months, and didn't tell me. I needed to know."
"Maybe he couldn't tell you. You won't know until you ask him."
"I saw lycanthropes last night, Ronnie." I shook my head. "What I saw last night wasn't human. It wasn't even close."
"So he's not human. No one's perfect."
I looked at her then. She was smiling at me. I had to smile back. "I'll talk to him."
"Call him before we leave the mall and set up a dinner for today."
"You are so pushy," I said.
She shrugged. "I've learned from the best."
"Thanks," I said. "What have you learned from George Smitz?"
"Nothing new to add to the folder you showed me. Except he doesn't seem to know that his wife is one of eight missing shapeshifters. He thinks she's the only one. I got a picture of her. You need pictures of the others. First thing you need in a missing-person case is a picture. Without a picture you could pass them on the street and not know it."
"I'll ask Kaspar about pictures."
"Not Richard?"
"I'm sort of mad at him. I don't want to ask him for help."
"You're being petty."
"It's one of my best traits."
"I'll check out the usual channels for a missing person, but if they're all lycanthropes, I bet it isn't a missing person."
"You think they're dead?"
"Don't you?"
"Yeah."
"But what could take out eight shapeshifters without a trace?" she asked.
"That's got me worried, too." I touched her arm. "You wear your gun from now on."
She smiled. "I promise, Mommy."
I shook my head. "Shall we brave one more store? If I can get Josh's gift, I'll be halfway done."
"You'll have to buy Richard a present, you know."
"What?"
"You have to buy your steady a gift. It's traditional."
"Shit." I was halfway mad at him, but she was right. Fighting or not, I had to buy him something. What if he bought me something, and I didn't? I'd feel guilty. If I bought something and he didn't, then I could feel superior. Or angry. I was almost hoping he wouldn't buy me anything.
Was I looking for an excuse to dump Richard? Maybe. Of course, maybe after we talked he'd give me a good excuse on a silver, excuse me, golden platter. I was ready for a knock-down, drag-out fight. It did not bode well.
15
My one o'clock appointment was with Elvira Drew. She sipped her coffee, elegant fingernails curled around the mug. Her nail polish was clear, making her fingertips glint like abalone shell; colorless until the light hit it. The rest of her was just as tasteful. Her dress was that interesting color that looked blue one minute and green the next. Blue-green they called it, but it wasn't accurate. The dress was almost green. For cloth to have that shimmer, almost a life of its own like fur, it had to be expensive. The dress was probably worth more than my entire wardrobe.
Her long yellow hair spilled down her back in an elegant line. It was the only thing that didn't match. That dress, the manicure, the dyed-to-match shoes, the nearly invisible makeup should have gone with a tasteful but complicated hairdo. I liked her better for the hair being free and nearly untouched.
When she raised her eyes to meet mine, I knew why she'd spent so much on the dress. Her eyes were the same startling blue-green. The combination was breathtaking.
I sat across from her, sipping my coffee, happy I'd dressed up. Most days she'd have made me feel like a country cousin. Today I could hold my own.
"What can I do for you today, Ms. Drew?"
She smiled, and the smile was all it should have been. She smiled like she knew the effect it had on most people. I was almost afraid to see her near a man. If she lit up this much for me, the thought of what she'd do around Jamison or Manny was kind of frightening.
"I'm a writer. I'm working on a book about shapeshifters."
My smile wilted around the edges. "Really. And what brings you to the offices of Animators, Inc.?"
"The book is set up with each chapter being a different animal form. I give history, any well-known shapeshifters of that form from history, then a personal profile of a present-day shapeshifter."
My face was beginning to hurt, and I knew my smile was more a baring of teeth than anything else. "Sounds like an interesting book. Now, how can I help you?"
She blinked gorgeous eyes at me and looked puzzled. She was good at looking puzzled. I'd seen the intelligence in her eyes a moment ago. The dumb-blonde routine was an act. Would it have worked if I were a man? I hoped not.
"I'm missing one interview. I need to find a wererat. The interview can be strictly confidential." The dumb blonde was gone as quickly as it had come. She'd seen I wasn't buying it.
The interview can be--not would--be confidential. I sighed and gave up on the smile. "What made you think I could find you a wererat?"
"Mr. Vaughn assured me that if anyone in this area could help me, it would be you."
"Did he really?"
She smiled, eyes glittering. "He seemed very sure you could help me."
"My boss promises a lot of things, Ms. Drew. Most of which he doesn't have to deliver." I stood. "If you could wait here for just a moment, I want to confer with Mr. Vaughn."
"I'll wait right here for you." Her smile was just as sweet, but something in her eyes let me know she knew exactly what kind of conferring I had in mind.
The outer office was done in pale greens, from the wallpaper, with its thin Oriental designs, to the foamy carpet. Plants flourished in every unoccupied niche. Bert thought the plants gave the office a homey touch. I thought it looked like a cheap jungle set.
Mary, our daytime secretary, glanced up from her computer keyboard with a smile. Mary was over fifty, with blond hair that was a little too yellow to be natural. "You need something, Anita?" Her smile was pleasant. I'd almost never seen her in a bad mood. It was a good personality trait for a receptionist.
"Yeah, to see the boss."
She cocked her head to one side, eyes suddenly wary. "Why?"
"I should have an appointment to see Bert today, anyway. I told Craig to schedule it."
She glanced through the appointment book. "Craig did, and Bert canceled it." The smile was gone. "He really is very busy today."
That was it. I went for Bert's door.
"He's with a client right now," Mary said.
"Peachy," I said. I knocked on the door and opened it without waiting for permission.
Bert's desk took up most of the pale blue office. It was the smallest of the three offices, but it was permanently his. The rest of us had to rotate. He'd played football in college and it still showed. Broad shoulders, strong hands, six feet four inches tall and aware of every inch. His boater's tan had washed away with the winter weather. His white crew cut seemed a little less dramatic against the paler skin.
