by distraction, intervention, or flat-out bullying.
"Here. I'm going to stay here. If the lesser who nailed Darius is alive and interested in playing some more, I want to be available and easy to find."
After the warriors left, Wrath pulled on his jacket. In the process Darius's envelope poked him in the side, and he took it from his waistband. There was a strip of ink on the front, which he assumed was his name. He cracked open the flap. As he drew out a creamy piece of paper, a photograph fluttered to the ground. He picked it up and had the vague impression of long dark hair. A female.
Wrath stared at the paper. The writing ran together, a meaningless, blurry scrawl he had no hope of deciphering no matter how hard he squinted.
"Fritz!" he called out.
The butler came rushing in.
"Read this."
Fritz took the sheet and bent his head, falling into silence.
"Aloud," Wrath bit out.
"Oh. My apologies, master." Fritz cleared his throat. " 'If I haven't spoken to you already, ask Tohrment for details. Eleven eighty-eight Redd Avenue, apartment one-B. Her name is Elizabeth Randall. P.S. The house and Fritz are yours if she doesn't survive to adulthood. Sorry it had to end so soon. D.'"
"Son of a bitch," Wrath muttered.
Chapter Five
Beth had changed into her nocturnal wardrobe of boxers and a T-shirt, and was pulling the futon out flat when Boo began to meow at the sliding glass door. The cat paced in a tight circle, eyes trained on something outside.
"Are you trying to get at Mrs. Di Gio's tabby again? We did that once and it didn't go well, remember?"
A pounding on her front door brought her head around and kick-started her heart.
She walked over and put her eye to the peephole. When she saw who it was, she rolled over and pressed her back against the cheap wood panels.
The pounding started again.
"I know you're in there," Hard-ass said. "And I'm going to keep this up."
She flipped the locks and threw open the door. Before she could tell him to go to hell, he barged past her.
Boo lifted his back and hissed.
"Pleased to meet you, too, Panther Boy." Butch's deep drawl seemed totally out of place in her apartment.
"How did you get into the lobby?" she said as she shut the door.
"I picked the lock."
"Was there any particular reason you chose this building to break into, Detective?"
He shrugged and sat down in her tattered wing chair. "Thought I'd visit a friend."
"So why are you bothering me?"
"Nice place you got," he said, looking at her stuff.
"You're such a liar."
"Hey, at least it's all clean. Which is more than I can say about my own hovel." His dark, hazel eyes went to her face and stayed there. "Now, let's talk about what happened when you left work tonight, shall we?"
"You want a pen and some paper? It's quite a list."
"Ouch. You're cold, you know that?" His tone was amused. "Tell me, do you only like the unavailable ones?"
"Look, I'm exhausted - "
"Yeah, you left work late. Nine forty-five-ish. I talked to your boss. Dick said you were still at your desk when he went to Charlie's. You walked home, didn't you? Down Trade Street. Just like I'll bet you do every night. And you were alone. For a while."
Beth swallowed as a soft sound brought her eyes to the sliding glass door. Boo was back to his pacing and meowing, his eyes reaching out into the darkness.
"Now, are you going to tell me what happened when you hit the intersection of Trade and Tenth?" His eyes softened.
"How do you know - "
"Just talk to me. And I promise, I'll make sure that motherfucker gets it right good."
Wrath stood in the still night, staring at the shape of Darius's daughter. She was tall for a human female, and her hair was black, but that was all his eyes could tell him. He breathed in, but he couldn't catch her scent. Her doors and windows were shut, and the wind blowing from the west carried the fruity decay of trash.
He could hear the drone of her voice through the closed door, however. She was talking to someone. A man whom she apparently didn't trust or didn't like, because her words were clipped short.
"I'll make this as easy on you as I can," the guy was saying.
Wrath watched as she walked over and looked outside through the glass door.