I shook my head.
"Come on. I'm sorry. I'll listen."
I wasn't even sure where to start, and I wasn't ready to tell anybody about what had happened in the hospital room, least of all Larry.
"I don't even know where to start, Larry."
"Try," he said.
"Richard is being nasty."
"Boyfriend trouble," he said; he sounded almost amused.
I glanced at him. "Don't be condescending, Larry."
"Sorry."
"It's not just that. Before this emergency came up, they wanted me at the Church of Eternal Life. Malcolm is bedded in the basement. His followers want him to be rescued. The firemen want to know if they can leave him until nightfall when he'll rise on his own."
"So?" Larry asked.
"So, I don't have the faintest idea how to find out if Malcolm is alive or dead."
He stared at me. "You're kidding."
"Wish I was."
"But you're a necromancer," he said.
"I raise zombies and an occasional vamp, but I can't raise a master vamp of Malcolm's power. Besides, what if I could? Would that prove he was alive or prove he was dead? I mean if I could raise him, it might just mean he was ready to be a zombie. Hell, Jean-Claude's awake for the day, maybe Malcolm is, too."
"A vampire zombie?" Larry said.
I shrugged. "I don't know. I'm the only person who can raise vamps like zombies, that I know of. There aren't a lot of books on the subject."
"What about Sabitini?"
"You mean the magician?"
"He raised zombies as part of his act, and he had vampires that did his bidding. I've read eyewitness accounts of it."
"First, he died in 1880. A little before my time. Second, the vampires were just dupes who went along with him. It was a way for vampires who would have normally been killed on sight to walk freely among the people. Sabitini and his pet vampires, they called them."
"No one's ever proved that he was a fraud, Anita."
"Fine, but he's dead and he didn't leave any diaries behind."
"Raise him and ask," Larry said.
I stared at him long enough that I had to hit the brakes fast to keep from ramming a car in front of me. "What did you say?"
"Raise Sabitini and find out if he could raise vampires like you can. He's just a little over a hundred years dead. You've raised zombies a lot older than that."
"You missed the case last year where a vaudun priestess had raised a necromancer. The zombie got completely out of control and started killing people."
"You've told me about it, but the priestess didn't know what he was. If you knew going in, you could take precautions."
"No," I said.