Affliction (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter) - Laurell K. Hamilton Page 0,191

of these areas. Some of them could still just be runaways; an elderly man who wandered off and was found dead by a presumed fall and exposure may be just that. People die by accident all the damn time, especially in wilderness areas if they don’t have experience and they don’t understand how fast the temperature can drop or the weather can change.’

‘How do you know so much about mountains? You’re from St Louis – that’s what, a few hundred feet above sea level?’ Travers called out.

‘I’ve executed warrants all over the country. I had one in the mountains where a snowstorm came up so fast we were lucky to find shelter, so I did more research on weather patterns and survival for this kind of terrain, because you’re right, I’m a flatlander, and it damn near got me killed once. I’ve worked to make sure it doesn’t happen a second time.’

‘Aren’t you just the little Boy Scout,’ he said.

‘What is your problem with Blake?’ Hatfield asked.

He looked surprised. ‘Since when did you become her biggest fan? I heard you called her a fur-banger and coffin bait.’

Hatfield looked embarrassed. ‘I didn’t know Marshal Blake then, and when I did I jumped on her bandwagon, Officer Travers. Since five people died last night, because I didn’t have her expertise with the undead.’

‘The vampires looked dead; they were dead. No one could have known the vampires weren’t dead enough,’ Travers said.

‘Blake knew. Forrester knew.’

‘Bullshit,’ he said.

‘Travers, what the hell is your problem? Everyone else who came off that mountain with her has nothing but good to say about her. I hear one of her vampires saved your life,’ Captain Jonas said.

‘Yeah, one of her vampire lovers fixed me all up.’ He sounded bitter.

‘Travers, shut the fuck up. If Blake has to keep defending her honor against all our people, I’m going to run out of people to send into the field,’ Jonas said.

‘I heard about Rickman. He’s good in a fight; she got a lucky shot,’ Travers said.

Edward laughed.

Travers glared at him. ‘You got a problem, Forrester?’

‘Anita didn’t get in a lucky shot.’

‘I say she did,’ Travers said, and pushed away from the pillar and winced, but he straightened so all six foot five of him towered over the room, and by implication Edward.

‘Anita didn’t need luck to win the fight,’ Edward said.

‘You were there, right?’

‘No.’

‘Then how the hell do you know what happened? You ever even meet Rickman?’

‘I don’t have to meet him,’ Edward said.

‘What does that mean?’

‘Anita doesn’t win because she’s lucky. She wins because she’s just that good.’

‘Well, I guess you’d know how good she is,’ Travers said.

Edward pushed off the desk where he’d been half-sitting.

Travers started moving toward him slowly, stiffly, but moving. He was smiling. I knew that kind of smile. It meant he wanted a fight, but he wasn’t picking on me; he wanted a piece of my ‘boyfriend.’

Jonas said, ‘That’s it, Travers; go home.’

‘You need every man you can get,’ he said.

‘I need every man and woman who wants to work as a team and do their damn jobs. I know Rickman is like one of your best buds, but now that Blake beat his sorry ass, you don’t need to take his place as her bully.’

‘I got no beef with Blake.’

‘Then stop trying to pick a fight with her and Forrester. Make one more out-of-line remark and I will send you home and write your ass up officially.’

‘Write me up for what?’

‘Sexual harassment, for starters,’ Jonas said.

‘I didn’t sexually harass anybody.’

‘Maybe my memory is better than yours, Travers, so I’ll quote you back to yourself: “Well, I guess you’d know how good she is.” That was a sexual remark aimed at both our visiting marshals.’

‘I wasn’t talking to Blake, so how is that harassing her?’

‘Did you sleep through the last sexual harassment seminar? Comments made in the presence of a female officer can also constitute harassment.’

Weirdly it sort of hurt my feelings that Travers seemed angrier with me now than before I’d saved his ass in the mountains, and then I wondered if he hadn’t liked being saved by a woman and a bunch of preternaturals? If that was it, it pissed me off even more.

Hatfield stood up for me. ‘If one of her vampires hadn’t sucked out that rotting disease, you’d be dying like the sheriff.’

‘I didn’t ask for the help,’ he said.

‘Ungrateful bastard,’ I said.

He turned those angry eyes to me. ‘You want a piece of me, Blake?’

‘If you mean sexually, no