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“It’s been that kind of night,” I said.
“Everything that’s made it that kind of night has been enemy action up to this point, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Anita, what if this is more enemy action?”
“A sniper rifle could shoot out tires, or even take out a driver and cause an accident like this,” Ru said.
“Even if someone caused the accident, it doesn’t change the problem. We need to move cars out of our way so we can back up and get to the Circus,” I said.
“Then go do that, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Edward said, then hung up. If you wanted comforting he wasn’t always your guy.
“Do you really think someone caused this pileup?” I asked everyone within earshot.
“It doesn’t matter what caused it,” Nicky said, “our goal doesn’t change. We need to get Anita to the Circus of the Damned before dawn.”
“Is trying to move the cars behind us the most efficient way to do that?” Pierette asked.
“If Truth and I were healed we could fly her to the Circus,” Wicked said.
“She has flown with us before,” Truth said.
“I have,” I said.
“How about if I borrow Anita’s windbreaker and badge and see if I can get people to move their cars, while Anita heals them?” Ethan said.
“Strangers in cars are more likely to believe you’re the marshal than that I am,” I said.
“Why do I feel like I should apologize for that?” he said.
“No apologies needed, just the sad sexist truth.”
“I’ll put my blank windbreaker on and follow Ethan around and play marshal with him,” Nicky said.
“I can deputize you both; hell, that would be one way to get enough preternatural marshals to cover the craziness happening all over here.”
“We’ll be your special deputies any day, you know that,” Ethan said, smiling.
I unbuckled my seat belt to take my windbreaker off and handed it to him. “You’ve both been with me on out-of-town marshal gigs. You know how it’s played.”
Nicky got out, settling his blank windbreaker more solidly in place, then put his head back inside, one hand touching the open door. “Back when I was a bad guy I went undercover as all sorts of lawmen.”
“Just remember to tone down the menacing vibes,” Ethan said as he got out of the SUV.
“I’m missing an eye; I can’t be good cop.” Nicky looked at me as Ethan closed the door on his side. “Just like they’ll believe a man is the U.S. Marshal before they’ll believe you are, I’m missing an eye, so with all these scars no one ever believes I’m the good cop.”
“Sexist, ableist bastards,” I said.
He smiled and it made me think I’d rather be having sex with him in the back of the SUV. He grinned then, fierce and happy. He’d read my mind, and that was enough to make him shut the door and go whistling down the road.
“Is he whistling?” Pierette asked.
“Yep,” I said.
“He’s happy,” Ru said.
“Of all the men in your life I understand Nicky the least,” Pierette said.
