her finger was empty didn’t prove anything.
“Thank you. I’m still a little amazed that Jean-Claude is my fiancé.”
“Why?” she asked.
“I’d sort of given up on the idea of marrying anyone, and he’s just so gorgeous. On the attractive scale I feel like a three who somehow landed a twenty bazillion.” I grinned as I said it, but I meant it.
Manning narrowed her eyes at me. “Every beautiful woman knows just how beautiful she is, and you are not a three.”
“Try standing next to Jean-Claude and see how high up the pretty scale you feel.”
She laughed then. “Okay, I’ll give you that one. He just seems perfect.”
I nodded. “He’s close, and I so don’t feel perfect.”
“You’re only human, and he’s not.”
I nodded again. “Well, there is that,” I said.
I got to leave with everyone still smiling, though Zerbrowski was watching me a little too closely. He knew I’d told the truth about the jeweler, but he was also pretty certain that I’d thought of something about the case I hadn’t shared. He trusted me enough to let me get away with it tonight, but by tomorrow he’d ask. So after the jeweler appointment and the zombie I had to raise later tonight at my other job, I’d need to call Manny Rodriguez, friend and coworker at Animators Inc., and remind him of a time in his life when he’d been one of the bad guys.
6
THE CIRCUS OF the Damned had revitalized an older warehouse district, because one wildly successful business will attract more new businesses and customers. I sometimes wondered what would have happened to this section of St. Louis if Jean-Claude hadn’t opened the Circus here. It would probably be like some other sections of the old warehouse district, the kind of place where the police will only come in groups. The huge building towered over the area like a big brother that kept all the bullies away. The three dancing clowns on top were frozen in the fading light. If you looked closely you’d notice the clowns all had fangs, and their multicolored outfits seemed more garish without darkness to soften them, so maybe it was a weird older brother, but it still kept the neighborhood safe and had brought the whole area more upscale.
I had no trouble finding parking right out front because it was hours from opening. An hour before dusk and I’d have had to park in the employees’ parking lot out back. I walked past the big carnival posters that covered the front of the building. Posters twenty feet high proclaimed, The Lamia, half snake, half woman!, showing a garish but accurate image of Melanie, her long black hair swept discreetly over her very human breasts. The image didn’t do justice to the multicolored scales of her tail, or how dangerous her venom was; I’d have deported her back to Greece, but Jean-Claude knew a moneymaker when he saw it, and he’d been right. Melanie had behaved herself since I’d freed her of the big bad vampire that had been her master. See the Skinless, Formless Monster! was a florid drawing of a Nuckelavee, which wasn’t some kind of Lovecraftian horror, but a fairy from the British Isles that wasn’t fit for much other work than a sideshow. I mean, if you’re a skinless, near formless creature, what job can you possibly have? “Do you want fries with that” shouldn’t be followed by uncontrolled screaming from the customers. Zombies Rise from the Grave! I had gotten Jean-Claude to stop the nightly zombie raising in the small makeshift cemetery in the carnival midway, but so many customers had complained that he’d overridden me and started it again. We had agreed to stay out of the business side of each other’s life as much as possible. The poster on the left-hand side of the door showed a male figure dressed somewhere between the Phantom of the Opera and a sexy circus ringmaster: Asher, Master Vampire and Ring Master! Then I was at the doors, and other posters marched down the other side of the entrance showing some of the other acts and delights that awaited the customers inside. I debated on whether to knock, in case someone was close enough to open it, or use my key. I had keys to the front door and to the back door, the employee entrance, which is what I usually used. I tried to remember the last time I’d come in the front and couldn’t. I usually was here after