It had never occurred to me that firemen have to deal with the monsters almost as much as the police. They don't hunt them down, but they enter their houses. That can be just as dangerous, depending on if the monster in question realizes you're there to help or not.
"I'll be there, Pete."
"We'll be waiting. See ya."
"Bye, Pete."
We hung up. I went for my shoulder holster and a different shirt. The shoulder holster would chafe with just a tank top on.
35
I changed into a navy polo shirt and didn't run into Richard. The water had stopped running, but he hadn't come out. I did not want to see him again, especially not half naked. I wanted away from him. Lucky for me the shit had hit the fan, professionally speaking. Police work, lots of it, maybe enough to keep me out of the house all day. Fine with me. The ambulance arrived, and Zane was loaded in. Cherry went with him. I felt guilty not going with him, but she could do more good than I could. The police had still not shown up for the corpse. I hated leaving the others to talk to the cops without me, but I had to go. The fact that I was relieved to go caused me a few moments of guilt, but not much.
Ronnie had gone back to sitting on the couch. She asked just before I walked out the door, "Am I going to jail tonight?"
I knelt in front of her, taking her strangely cold hands in mine. "Ronnie, you didn't kill him."
"I shot the top of his head off. What kind of ammo do you have in that gun of yours anyway?"
"I shot him twice in the chest. There isn't enough left of his heart to scrape up with a spoon," I said.
She closed her eyes. "His brains are leaking out all over the porch. Don't tell me that wouldn't have killed him all by itself."
I sighed and patted her hands. "Please, Ronnie, you did what you had to do. Maybe it will take a medical examiner to decide which bullet did him in, but when the cops get here, make sure you don't take credit."
"I've been here before, Anita, remember. I know what to say and what not to say." She looked at me and it wasn't an entirely friendly look.
I released her hands and stood. "I'm sorry, Ronnie."
"I've only shot two people and both times I was with you."
"Both times you did it to save my life," I said.
She looked up at me with bleak eyes. "I know."
I touched her face and wanted to pat her on the head or something, comfort her the way you'd comfort a child, but she wasn't a child. "I am sorry this happened, Ronnie. Truly, but what else could you have done?"
"Nothing," she said, "and that makes me wonder if I'm in the right business."
Something inside of me tightened. "Don't you mean, wondering if you have the right friends? This didn't happen because of your business. It happened because of mine."
She gripped my hand tight. "Best friends, Anita, forever."
"Thanks, Ronnie, more than you'll ever know. I don't think I'd ever get over losing you as a friend, but don't decide to stay with me because of loyalty. Think about it, Ronnie, really think about it. My life doesn't seem to be getting any safer. If anything, it's getting more dangerous. You might want to think about whether you want to be in the line of fire." Just making the offer made my eyes burn. I squeezed her hand and turned away before she could see that the scourge of vampirekind was tearing up.
She didn't call me back and profess undying friendship. I'd half wanted her to, but the other half was glad she was really thinking about it. If Ronnie got herself killed because of me, I just might pull the guilt down over my ears and crawl into a hole. I caught Richard watching me from the doorway below the stairs. Maybe he and I could share a hole together. That'd be punishment enough.
"What's happened now?" he asked. He'd dried his hair into a shining mass of waves that slid over the top of his shoulders as he moved into the room. He'd put his jeans back on and found a shirt that fit him. It was a large T-shirt with a caricature of Arthur Conan Doyle on it. I used it for sleeping. It was a little snug on Richard through the shoulders and chest. Not small, mind you, just tight. On me the shirt hung nearly to my knees.
"See you found the blow dryer and the T-shirt drawer. Help yourself," I said.
"Answer my question," he said.
"Ask Jamil. He's got all the details."
"I asked you," Richard said.
"I don't have time to stand here and tell it twice. I've got to go to work."