the bad guys make moves on me.
Shang-Da moved back so Milo could come out from behind the table. They moved off together, not touching, the tension between them thick enough to swing on.
I was left with Howard and my back to the door. I changed chairs, sitting where Milo had been, so I could see the entrance. It put me closer to Howard, and he didn't like that much. I smelled a weak link.
"How good are you?" I asked.
"Good enough to be scared of you," he said.
I frowned at him. "I'm not one of the bad guys, Howard."
"I can see your aura," he said in a voice that I could barely hear above the murmur of voices and silverware.
The waitress came with glasses of water and menus. I assured her the others were coming back to the table, but I wasn't sure if all of us were ordering. She left with a smile.
I turned back to Howard. "So you can see my aura. So what?"
"I know how powerful you are, Anita. I can feel it."
"I can't see your aura, Howard. I can feel a little of your power, but not much. Dazzle me. Show me what you can do."
"Why?"
"Maybe I'm bored."
He licked his lips. "Give me something benign. No weapons, nothing magic."
That sort of cut down on my options. I finally took the cross around my neck off and handed it to him. I pooled the chain into his hand. "Don't touch my skin with your hand," he said.
I let the last of the chain spill into his hand and was careful not to touch him. He closed his hand over the cross. He didn't close his eyes, but he wasn't seeing the restaurant. He looked past it all, and I felt his power ripple over me like a tiny electric current.
"I see a woman, older, your grandmother." He blinked and looked at me. "She gave you this when you graduated high school."
I nodded. "Impressive." I'd started wearing this particuliar cross just recently. I valued it, and I'd had a lot of crosses taken from me over the years. But lately, I'd felt the need of something special. Grandmother Blake had given it to me with a note that said, "May your faith be as strong as this chain and as pure as this silver." Lately, I needed all the purity I could get.
Howard's eyes went past me, staring at something at the end of the room. His breathing had stopped for just a second, like an inaudible gasp.
I turned to see what had captured his attention so thoroughly. The man was close to seven feet tall and had to weigh over five hundred pounds. His face was totally hairless, not just clean shaven. He had no eyelashes, nothing; smooth and unreal. His eyes were a nearly colorless grey too small for his large face. He wore a black shirt untucked over black slacks, black shoes. The skin of his arms and face were unbelievably white as if the sun never touched him.
The man didn't make my skin creep with power. In fact, he was too empty, walking towards us, as if he were shielding himself.
I stood up. Partly it was his size. Partly it was the lack of anything from him, like he wasn't there. I didn't like it when someone worked that hard to shield themselves. It usually meant they had something to hide. If this was the sorcerer that had killed Betty, I knew exactly what he was hiding.
The man stopped in front of us. Howard hugged himself and made introductions. "Linus, this is Anita Blake. Anita, this is Linus Beck." Howard's voice was higher than it should have been, like he was scared. He seemed to be afraid of a lot of people.
Linus Beck smiled down at me. His voice, when it came, was shocking, a delicate soprano of a voice. "So happy to meet you, Anita. So seldom do I meet a fellow practitioner of the arts."
"We don't practice the same brand, Linus."
"Are you so sure?" he asked.
"Positive." Even standing, I had to crane my neck upward to see his face. "Why does Niley need a first-rate clairvoyant and a sorcerer?"
Linus Beck smiled, and it looked genuine. "You know the correct term. I am pleased."
"Glad to hear it. Now, answer the question."
"When I have checked you for wires, then all will be answered."
I looked at those large, white hands and didn't want him to touch me. There was almost no hair, even on his arms.